Gu Yu got goosebumps all over his body.
"Master, you're usually cheerful, but why do you look so scheming now? It feels like you're trying to trick me..."
He was somewhat apprehensive and made some rather far-fetched but also quite reasonable guesses.
Xie Feng's face fell. "So, in your eyes, I have to be ruthless to avoid harming you?"
Gu Yu scratched the back of his head. "Well... um, Master, what are your orders?"
Xie Feng said, "I have other matters to attend to and cannot come in person. Could you please deliver these three Earth Vein Stone to the Origin Realm, Returning Moon City, and Ink Mysteries City respectively?"
How could Master do such tiring work personally... Having his disciple run errands is Master's true joy!
Gu Yu took the stone. "Why do we still need to go to the Origin Realm?"
Xie Feng said, "Give this to your master's wife."
Gu Yu suddenly realized and quickly patted his face lightly. "Oh dear! I actually forgot about my master's wife, I deserve to die, I should be punished!"
Seeing him pretend to punish himself while not even brushing the dust off his face, Xie Feng was speechless. This guy was such a drama queen...
Gu Yu's eyes darted around. "Since that's the case, then I understand. The Returning Moon City will be given to Jin Yue, and the one from Ink Mysteries City will be given to Imperial Evil Lord, right?"
Xie Feng nodded. "Smart!"
Gu Yu chuckled as he put away the Earth Vein Stone, declaring with pride, "Master, rest assured, your disciple will definitely deliver it!"
Kong Qiusu waved, and the previously hidden starship appeared before everyone.
"Master, Uncle-Master, wait for me to come back!"
Gu Yu jumped onto the star, sat in the cockpit, and drove off with great confidence.
The starship soared into the sky and vanished instantly.
Xie Feng looked up at the sky, and in just a moment, he couldn't even see the shadow of the starship anymore.
"Wait, I've noticed something."
"What?"
"Does this kid know how to pilot a starship?"
"It seems unlikely."
"..."
Xie Feng's lips twitched, and he fell silent!
Kong Qiusu managing to squeeze out, "I can only wish him good fortune and a long life..."
After wandering around the mountainside and choosing a site for their ancestral temple, the two had to consider more practical matters.
for example...
The costs required to build a sect.
"Establishing a sect requires a huge amount of money, which I don't have right now. My immediate priority is to raise funds!"
Xie Feng pondered for a moment, and then he had an idea.
"Senior brother, let's go!"
Xie Feng's pupils lit up as he strode towards the Heaven Realm gate.
Kong Qiusu didn't ask any more questions. He never liked to talk too much. His junior brother had his reasons for doing things. He just needed to follow Xie Feng and protect him.
Moreover, he has never been fond of charging forward; he prefers to be a strategist who plans and provides strong support from the rear.
Ziyun Bank.
It was past midnight.
The money exchange was still brightly lit, with a constant stream of people coming and going.
Inside the room.
A young man prostrated himself on the ground in a devout manner, holding three incense sticks in his hands, sticking out his buttocks, touching his forehead to the ground, and muttering incantations.
It was Chen An, the owner of the money exchange.
In front of him was a high platform, on which sat a white jade tablet depicting the God of Wealth.
He remained in that position for a long time without moving.
Steward Song watched helplessly from the side. He shook his head and sighed, "No one pays any attention at the Temple of the Matchmaker, and the God of Wealth kneels before him... Instead of spending half a day kneeling and worshipping the God of Wealth, we should get up and manage the bank..."
Upon hearing this, Chen An knelt on the ground, turned around and glared at him. "What do you know! A person who isn't sincere doesn't believe in the power of the God of Wealth!"
Steward Song snorted softly, secretly resentful. "This huge bank is clearly something we've worked hard to build..."
"Can you shut up?" Chen An, displeased.
"Alright, I'll shut up, but you have to promise me, Master, that if you kneel for another quarter of an hour, you'll have to get up and manage the bank. There are so many things to do every day, I really can't handle it all by myself. How about you give me a raise?"
When the topic of processing fees came up, Steward Song's eyes lit up.
Chen An shook his head. A raise? There's no way I'll ever get one. I'm already being lenient by not making you pay me...
He selectively ignored the second half of the sentence, only bargaining over the first half. "Half a quarter of an hour won't do, that's not sincere, and if you're not sincere, the God of Wealth won't protect Ziyun Bank! Just wait for me for a quarter of an hour!"
After saying that, he continued to kneel without saying another word.
Steward Song noticed that Chen An would start snoring as soon as he closed his eyes, and he always felt that Chen An was just making up a plausible excuse for sleeping...
There was nothing that Steward Song could do about having such a boss.
A quarter of an hour passed.
Steward Song kindly reminded, "Master, it's time!"
Chen An opened his eyes, wiped away his drool, and said in a daze, "Huh? It's over already? I haven't slept enough... oops, I haven't prayed enough!"
He saw the ashes falling from the burnt-out incense sticks in his hand, shook his hand, and brushed the ashes off.
Steward Song was speechless. He could have been lying in bed and sleeping comfortably, but he wanted to be a loyal follower of the God of Wealth. He was too greedy!
But he dared not say that; getting fired would be terrible!
"Master, if you bow again, it will be the next day!"
"I'm sincere, please don't bother me."
What good is sincerity? What good is insincerity?
" Ze Ling mountains; the God of Wealth will appear and bless Ziyun Bank with prosperous fortune!"
Chen An glared at Steward Song, then suddenly his expression changed slightly, and he raised an eyebrow, looking in the direction behind the latter.
Steward Song turned around and saw Xie Feng and Kong Qiusu stepping into the room one after the other.
"Oh, isn't this Young Master Xie? What brings you here?" Chen An's eyes lit up, and he quickly patted his clothes and stood up to greet him.
"It's rare that Master Chen still remembers me." Xie Feng smiled.
"How could I forget such a precious treasure as the Emperor Bone Stone that Young Master Xie gave me!" Chen An smiled, revealing his pearly white teeth.
"Ha ha!"
Xie Feng stepped through the door, smiled as well, revealing teeth even whiter than Xie Feng's.
Steward Song glanced at Kong Qiusu, who followed closely behind, seemingly insignificant yet actually formidable, and hesitated before asking, "Young Master Xie, who is this?"
Xie Feng said, "Oh, my senior brother, Kong Qiusu!"
Hearing this, Chen An couldn't help but look at Kong Qiusu with higher regard. "Young Master Xie's senior brother must also be an exceptionally capable person!"
Kong Qiusu asked, "And who are you two?"
"My name is Chen An. This is my butler; you can call him Steward Song."
Chen An introduced himself with fiery enthusiasm.
Kong Qiusu nodded and remained silent.
Xie Feng explained, "My senior brother doesn't like to talk."
Chen An nodded. "I understand, I understand. That's how wise people are. Great people are taciturn. I get it!"
Steward Song whispered, "Master, you're being far too obsequious. A single piece of Emperor Bone Stone has ruined the aloof persona you've cultivated for so many years?"
Chen An rolled his eyes at him. "Shut up, what do you know! If you keep babbling on, I'll dock your pay!"
Steward Song: "..."