After becoming a Taoist partner with my senior sister, my master changed

Chapter 412 Donation

Qingluan Peak.

Inside the Holy Lord's Palace, the candlelight flickered, stretching Li Jun's figure on the wall to varying lengths.

He stared at the account book brought by Feng Ning'er, his brows furrowed and his face full of worry.

Suddenly, he seemed to realize something, and his figure flashed and disappeared in the shadow of the candlelight in an instant.

Outside the holy land, on the spirit boat.

"Xiao Linchuan, be more natural. You're not ugly."

Li Yue half-knelt in front of Lin Chuan and gently smoothed out the wrinkles on his skirt.

“Is this a question of whether it’s ugly or not?”

Lin Chuan lowered his eyes and looked at the hem of her skirt, his tone gloomy.

"Be obedient. After all, you don't want to be seen by other disciples on the way back, and then have Xu Hanyi hear about it, right?"

Li Yue tried her best to purse the corners of her mouth that were about to curl up, but her expression was pretended to be serious.

"There are obviously many ways to go back without having to meet anyone. If Sister Li wants to satisfy her own evil taste, just say so."

Lin Chuan sighed lightly, his eyes full of helplessness.

"Okay, sister has tried so many clothes for you, what's wrong with you wearing a skirt once?"

Li Yue put away the spirit boat, clasped Lin Chuan's wrist with her fingertips, and dragged him into the holy land without saying anything.

However, before the two of them took a few steps, a slender figure blocked their way.

"Ahem, Master Li Feng is back?"

Li Jun coughed lightly, straightened his body slightly, with a smile on his face, but his eyes seemed to be fixed on Lin Chuan with deep meaning.

"Well, what's up, Holy Lord?"

Li Yue narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, and her tone was a little wary.

"Nothing much. Recently, there was news from the Canglong Holy Land that a fairy ruin was discovered and that Lin Chuan was trapped inside."

Li Jun crossed his arms, a faint smile on his lips.

"..."

Li Yue was silent for a moment after hearing this, without any change on her face. She just raised her hand and took out a small porcelain bottle from the storage space.

She shook the porcelain bottle lightly, and the pills collided with each other, making a crisp sound. Then she raised her eyes, her gaze as cold as ice. "Impossible, with Xu Hanyi's restrictions, Xiao Linchuan would only stay in Tianjian Peak. How could he appear in the immortal ruins of Canglong Holy Land?"

"Of course I knew this, so I ignored it and didn't announce it to the public. I also informed the Canglong Holy Land of the same situation."

Li Jun did not reach out to take the porcelain bottle, but continued to speak slowly.

"..."

"While I was traveling with this disciple, I happened to pick up 100,000 spirit stones that were scattered outside the Qingluan Holy Land. Holy Master, please keep them."

Li Yue took a deep breath and took out another storage bag from the storage space.

"Master Li Feng actually found the 100,000 spirit stones that were lost from the Holy Land. Master Li Feng is truly the God of Wealth of the Holy Land."

Li Jun took the pills and spirit stones steadily with both hands, and the smile on his face became more and more obvious.

"Holy Lord, do you have anything else to say? If not, I will take my disciple back first."

Without waiting for Li Jun to respond, Li Yue quickly grabbed Lin Chuan's hand and walked straight towards Tianjian Peak.

"Hey, if Master Li Feng has nothing else to do, why not have your disciple... Li Qianqian, come to my place for a cup of tea?"

Li Jun's figure flashed and he stood in front of Lin Chuan again.

"..."

The vein on Liyue's forehead throbbed slightly.

In the Holy Lord's Palace, the aroma of tea wafts through the air.

"If you have something to say, please speak directly."

Lin Chuan looked at Li Jun, who was diligently pouring tea for him and Li Yue, and spoke lightly.

"Why has Qianqian's voice changed? I remember it wasn't like this the last time I heard it."

Li Jun seemed to have thought of something, and said while suppressing the upward curve of his mouth.

"..."

Lin Chuan's face froze, then he stood up without hesitation and walked out of the hall.

"You kid, are you angry already? I took you out once before, but I took a beating for you."

Li Jun took a step forward and quickly blocked Lin Chuan's way.

"Why didn't I kill you and let me be the Holy Lord?"

Lin Chuan curled his lips and sat back in his original position.

"Actually, you don't have to kill me. You can still be the Holy Lord. If you want, I'll abdicate right now. How about that?"

Li Jun leaned forward slightly and looked at Lin Chuan expectantly.

"Garlic Bird, Garlic Bird, you should just sit here by yourself."

Lin Chuan shook his head and picked up the account book that was carefully placed on the table and started to look at it.

"Alas, the Holy Land has been getting increasingly difficult over the years. If things continue like this, we might have to sell the mountain soon."

Li Jun tapped the rim of the cup lightly, his tone full of worry.

"Ah."

Lin Chuan nodded expressionlessly.

"It would be great if we could find the immortal relics within our holy land."

Li Jun stroked his teacup, his eyes gazing into the distance. "The resources in one ruin are worth a hundred years of accumulation. If the Holy Land could get half of them, there would be no need to sell the mountain."

"Since the Holy Land is so difficult, the Holy Lord might as well sell our Tianjian Peak."

Lin Chuan raised his eyes slightly and said nonchalantly.

"..."

"Boy, I heard from the Canglong Holy Land that the ruins have been plundered and only ferocious beasts are left. What's wrong with you donating some money to the holy land?" Li Jun looked at Lin Chuan with burning eyes.

Lin Chuan snapped the account book shut, raised his eyes and met Li Jun's gaze, and said in a gloomy tone, "If I say that there are no resources in the ruins, can the Holy Lord trust me?"

"Impossible! You've broken through from the peak of the Golden Core to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul in such a short time. You must have gained a lot from this trip."

Li Jun shook his head, totally disbelieving what Lin Chuan said.

Lin Chuan: "..."

"What Xiaolinchuan said is true. Those ruins are all traps. There is nothing there."

At this moment, Li Yue, who was quietly watching the two of them pulling each other back and forth, suddenly spoke up and explained for Lin Chuan.

"..."

Li Jun quickly shifted his gaze from Lin Chuan to Li Yue and said, "Master Li Feng, the tea is pretty good, right?

"How much to donate?"

Li Yue raised her eyebrows slightly, her tone calm.

"Ahem, Master Li Feng has already donated 100,000 spirit stones. How about donating another 100,000 spirit stones?"

Li Jun coughed twice and looked at Li Yue expectantly.

"..."

Liyue remained silent.

"Fifty... fifty thousand spirit stones is also fine!"

Seeing that Li Yue didn't answer for a long time, Li Jun gritted his teeth and changed his words.

"..."

Liyue remained silent.

But Li Jun keenly noticed that Li Yue's eyes were fixed on Lin Chuan. With a sudden thought, he followed her gaze and saw Lin Chuan nod slightly.

"Clang."

A storage bag was casually thrown on the table, the opening of the bag was slightly open, and a faint light shone through.

"..."

Li Jun's eyes moved back and forth between Li Yue and Lin Chuan, his lips slightly opening and closing, as if he had thousands of words on his lips, but he swallowed them back when they reached his lips.

"I have donated what I should donate. If the Holy Lord has nothing else to do, I will take Xiao Linchuan back first."

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