Let's Squander A Billion First!-Chapter 1561: Immortal Sect Undercover (30)

Chapter 1561: Chapter 1561: Immortal Sect Undercover (30)

Dong Lin is injured in his shoulder, and Chuzheng applies medicine to him with a serious expression.

"I don’t need those things..."

"I want to gift you." Dong Lin has his back to Chuzheng, unable to see his expression, but his tone reveals that he is serious.

Chuzheng pulls his clothes up and calls him softly: "Master."

"Hmm?"

Dong Lin turns around, the light slightly dimming in front of his eyes, his pupils slightly constrict, and moments later, he closes his eyes, letting Chuzheng have her way.

-

Dong Lin built a simple house nearby; if Chuzheng wasn’t here, Dong Lin probably wouldn’t have thought to build a house.

Dong Lin’s injury heals quickly; according to his words, it’s just a superficial wound.

He is, after all, the number one person in the Cultivation World, and he’s skilled enough for this.

If he hadn’t reinforced the seal earlier, he wouldn’t have been injured at all.

Chuzheng doesn’t comment on this, maintaining a skeptical attitude.

With how weak the Good Person Card is, how could he be fine?

This day, Chuzheng wanders near that house.

In all these days, Chuzheng hasn’t seen the door open there.

Today, the door is unexpectedly open, and Chuzheng stands at a distance, peering over.

"What’s your relationship with Dong Lin?"

The voice startles Chuzheng.

A person wrapped in a dark cloak stands up from the nearby bushes, Chuzheng can’t see his face, not even his eyes.

Scared to death.

What are you doing crouching in the bushes!!

"He is my master."

"Master?" The man in the cloak sneers: "Doesn’t seem like it to me."

Chuzheng retorts: "What’s your relationship with him?"

"Acquainted," says the cloaked man, "Not close."

Chuzheng’s expression remains cold: "Not close and you help him make things?"

You don’t look like a nice guy either.

"Young girl, everything has a price." The cloaked man walks toward his house.

Chuzheng stands for two seconds before following: "What price, what did he give you?"

"If your master hasn’t told you, I certainly won’t..." The cloaked man pauses: "But if you tell me why he’s gifting you a weapon used by the Demon Clan, I can trade with you."

"I’m a demon." Chuzheng responds briskly.

In Chuzheng’s mind, this isn’t something that can’t be said.

Even if they knew she was a demon, what could these people possibly do to her?

Nothing!

The fearless big shot!

[...]You said you wouldn’t tell anyone aside from the Good Person Card, just look!! Is this what you call not telling?

The cloaked man: "..."

Demon?

The cloaked man, suspicious: "Half-Devil?"

Chuzheng hesitates, seriously says: "I think I should be a proper demon."

The original character probably wasn’t half-devil.

When she died in the plot, Monster Qi surged to the skies, something a half-devil shouldn’t have.

The cloaked man: "..." What do you mean by ’you think’? Don’t you know what kind of demon you are?

The cloaked man sits on the steps outside the house: "If you are a demon, then the weapon made from Snow Dragon Bones that he gifted you is fitting."

Snow Dragons are demon dragons, known for their violent nature, suppressed beneath the ice in The Far North Lands—it’s been suppressed for so long, no one knows who did it anymore; in the history they know, the Snow Dragon has always been down there.

There’s not just one Snow Dragon down there.

If anyone else went in, they would’ve been shredded by those Snow Dragons.

A weapon made from Snow Dragon Bone not only greatly enhances demon strength but also suppresses Monster Qi, making it undetectable.

Snow Dragon Bone has no Monster Qi at all, and after being refined, unless you’re someone like Dong Lin, you can’t tell, so there’s no issue using it.

Dong Lin indeed is looking out for Chuzheng.

Chuzheng asks: "What price does he have to pay?"

The cloaked man raises his head slightly, as if looking at her.

After a long pause, he says: "Don’t worry, it’s merely getting something for me, won’t cost him his life."

"What does he need to get?"

The cloaked man gets up, walks into the house, chuckling: "What’s the point of telling you, can you get it for me?"

"I can."

The cloaked man pauses slightly in his steps.

-

Dong Lin returns from outside to find Chuzheng isn’t there.

He searches the vicinity but doesn’t find her, and unease begins to grow in his heart.

She has been here all these days; even if she leaves, she wouldn’t go far.

Dong Lin thinks of something and heads straight for the small house.

Dong Lin doesn’t knock, he storms in directly: "Is she here with you?"

"Who?"

"My disciple."

"Not here."

Dong Lin scans the room, nothing to hide her, one look to see everything.

"Where has she gone?"

"You’re asking me about your disciple?" The cloaked man chuckles.

Dong Lin frowns, leaving the house.

Where could she have gone?

He’s searched everywhere nearby...

Dong Lin’s unease grows stronger.

The cloaked man appears slowly just as Dong Lin is about to go mad searching: "She left this for you."

Dong Lin watches as the cloaked man extends a hand from beneath his robes, handing over a piece of silk.

That hand is pale as if it’s never seen sunlight, yet it looks quite young.

—Gone out for some matters, be back soon.

"Where did she go?"

"Don’t know." The cloaked man walks back: "You are her master, after all."

Dong Lin grips the silk tightly, asking coldly: "She gave this to you, why didn’t you give it to me earlier?"

The cloaked man turns back, giving a sarcastic laugh: "Forgot."

Dong Lin: "..."

Chuzheng left a note, but Dong Lin isn’t much relieved; yet he doesn’t know where to go to find her.

-

Three days later.

Chuzheng leisurely walks up the small path, faintly seeing that small house.

Inside the small house, Chuzheng hands the thing over to the cloaked man.

The cloaked man: "You and your master are quite interesting."

One comes to have him craft a weapon, the other completes the condition for the other.

You’re both so capable, why need weapons!

"More interesting than you."

Chuzheng comes out of the small house, stands for a while, then walks to the house Dong Lin built earlier.

The door is closed, Chuzheng looks around, then pushes open the door to enter.

The light inside is slightly dim, Chuzheng takes a couple of steps inside when a sudden sense of danger rises in her spine.

Instinctively, she leaps back, and within her view appears Dong Lin’s face; he lunges at her from the side, forcing her to withdraw her attack.

Bang—

Dong Lin pins Chuzheng to the floor.

"Master..."

Chuzheng’s words are cut off as Dong Lin blocks her voice in her throat.

No!!

I just went out for a few days, and you lost your mind when I got back!!

-

Dong Lin regains consciousness and immediately notices his wrist is tied.

He tries to free himself, but the binding is thin, and not even his spell can undo it.

Dong Lin barely sits up, twisting to follow the line.

Chuzheng sits in a nearby chair, wrapped in his outer robe, staring at something in her palm.

"Chuzheng..."

Dong Lin’s voice is slightly hoarse.

Chuzheng looks up at him: "Awake."

Dong Lin’s gaze flickers: "Untie me."

Chuzheng gets up from the chair, the wide outer robe draped over her reveals slender, beautiful legs as she moves.

She kneels and sits, holding her palm up to him: "What is this?"