Chapter 89: The Younger Sister's Plea, Morality Declines Again

Master.

Chen Churan acted coquettish, hoping the master could stay by her side; after all, she was the master's true disciple.

No matter how you look at it, it's to help her.

"Cough cough cough, Churan, it's just five hundred spirit stones; give them to your second brother—five hundred spirit stones a year is not much."

Chen Churan heard this, her eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at the master.

She angrily stomped her foot and exclaimed, "Master!"

Xinran Zhanglao pressed her hands and said, "Alright, I understand; your second brother has it hard, worrying himself sick for you."

"Moreover, the master will still need your second brother's help in the future, so..."

"You alone put in the effort, achieving success for three people—why not do it?"

"If you're good, I'm good, everyone's good—isn't that enough?"

Chen Churan looked at the master in disbelief; this was the umpteenth time this had happened. The master's words were truly shocking—she could not believe it. Her master was no longer on her side, had betrayed her, and become a lackey for her second brother.

"Hah." Chen Churan took a deep breath and said, "Impossible, second brother; if you want spirit stones, go ask our father or our eldest brother—I have none."

"Even if I had them, I wouldn't give them to you."

Chen Churan recalled the spirit stones she had been swindled out of; even a small favor would cost her spirit stones, and asking her to help was impossible.

However, she wasn't truly like that; she merely resented the master and her second brother ganging up to bully her.

Five hundred spirit stones is neither much nor little; earning five hundred spirit stones in the Spirit Sword Sect is still not difficult, especially with her cultivation and status, making it even easier.

But she didn't want to simply agree to her second brother's request; otherwise, there would be no end to it.

"Don't be like that, Churan; I'm your second brother—shouldn't you respect your elder brother?"

"As the saying goes, the elder brother is like a father; in a sense, I can also be your father."

"Come, little sister, call out 'father' and let me hear it."

Chen Yuan: "..." You little brat, dare to seize Father's throne? You're asking for death.

Chen Churan was once again shocked by her second brother's shamelessness; it turned out there really are such thick‑skinned, shameless people in the world.

"You not only want to be my creditor, but also my father—you really are my good older brother."

"Second brother, if Father heard this, I don't know whether he'd beat you."

"If I can't suppress my second brother, I'll bring Father into this."

Chen Chuyang said disdainfully, "Little sis, it seems you still don't grasp the situation—do you think Father is my match?"

Then Chen Churan realized she had been lifted up and thrown into the pot.

"Second brother, I was wrong."

"Second brother, you can't treat me like this."

"Second brother, you..."

Chen Chuyang added the spirit medicine, lit the fire, and began to burn.

The Hunyuan Bell was pressed down upon the little sister's head, and Elder Xinran Zhanglao took the initiative, actively coming to suppress.

Having personally witnessed the disciple being pressed down, Elder Xinran Zhanglao then clapped her hands.

"This is right; this kind of sin shouldn't be borne by me alone."

Then Elder Xinran Zhanglao went to wash the medicinal liquid off her body.

Chen Churan fell into despair as the master and her second brother teamed up to bully her.

A foul stench assailed her, making it impossible to breathe.

"Second brother, please, let me out."

"Little sister knows her mistake; five hundred spirit stones—I'll give them to you."

"Second brother."

Her pleas for mercy could not win Chen Chuyang's forgiveness; she was thrown into the spirit medicine.

Finally, Chen Chuyang took out the silver spirit fish and let it bleed.

After the blood merged into the spirit medicine liquid, the liquid became more viscous and even more foul-smelling.

The pungent odor directly made Chen Churan faint.

It wasn't over yet.

While Elder Xinran Zhanglao hadn't returned yet, Chen Chuyang took out a drop of demon beast blood, then another drop from the remaining half, and poured it into the pot—a treatment only the little sister could enjoy, since Elder Xinran Zhanglao, having no relation to Chen Chuyang, would naturally not receive the demon beast blood.

"My dear little sister, your five hundred spirit stones can't even buy one percent of this pot of medicinal liquid."

"I've suffered a huge loss."

"Those spirit stones from the robbery are completely insufficient."

Chen Chuyang inwardly screamed about the huge loss—demon beast blood, using a drop means losing a drop.

Had it been anyone else, Chen Chuyang would not have used demon beast blood.

The blood entered the medicinal liquid, causing it to boil.

The little sister's body lay in the center of the pot; feral beastly nature erupted, and Chen Chuyang pressed down with his hand, extinguishing that ferocity.

Then he set fire to it, and the earth fire enveloped the entire pot.

The little sister was also engulfed in flames, becoming like a fireball.

Elder Xinran Zhanglao returned after washing up, saw the fireball, and was somewhat dazed.

"What is this?"

From within the fireball, the demon beast's angry roars continually echoed.

Elder Xinran Zhanglao couldn't help but frown; the earth fire burning away the demon beast's ferocity made the disciple inside feel very uncomfortable.

The medicinal liquid frenziedly struck her body; Elder Xinran Zhanglao narrowed her eyes and said, "This beastly nature is terrifying."

The weakened beastly nature still has residue.

Elder Xinran used her spiritual sense to check; the disciple was fine, so she felt relieved.

He then looked at Chen Chuyang; this pot of medicinal liquid, he definitely added extra.

"Can Churan withstand it?"

"No problem," Chen Chuyang nodded.

"Her body is already strong enough; this time I changed the medicinal formula, adding the blood of two demon beasts. This blood can quickly strengthen her body, so she won't end up like you."

"Actually I also wanted to give you those two demon beasts' blood, but I have no confidence."

Elder Xinran then felt relieved and did not pursue further.

After all, everyone has their own secrets.

Chen Chuyang is a pill refining master; his word is final, and Elder Xinran neither expects nor will change it.

When the contents of the pot stabilized, the younger sister fainted again.

The medicinal liquid, bit by bit, invaded her body, altering her flesh.

With high plasticity, after several soakings, Chen Churan's body became much stronger; for now, Elder Xinran's problem will not occur.

The most important point is the enhancement of her body and the change of her constitution, making cultivation easier for her, and her strength also increases imperceptibly.

Elder Xinran felt relieved and asked, "How many more times do I need to remove my sword qi?"

"I don't know," Chen Chuyang shook his head. "According to my estimate, at least nine times are needed; that's a conservative estimate, and it depends on your condition. During this period, you had best not break through or cultivate too diligently."

"I naturally know that."

Chen Chuyang felt assured; Elder Xinran dare not cultivate, for her sword qi is too abundant—further cultivation would truly ruin her.

She still knows how to weigh priorities.

"You really won't go with me to the Spirit Sword Sect? Staying here will limit your growth."

"Churan also hopes you will accompany her; you two siblings together, the Spirit Sword Sect will sooner or later be yours."

Elder Xinran is very optimistic about the two of them; if they join forces, within a hundred years the Spirit Sword Sect will surely be theirs.

With Chen Chuyang helping Chen Churan, she will surely become even stronger, and her growth speed will be astonishing.

"No, I have no interest in the Spirit Sword Sect," Chen Chuyang shook his head, refusing again.

Elder Xinran did not ask again, having been refused many times.

Asking again would not change the result.

"From now on, whenever you need any materials, tell me and I will gather them."

Chen Chuyang laughed and waved his hand: "No need; I have plenty of spirit medicine here. If you want to thank me, give me spirit stones."

"..."

Next, he took out an account book and settled the bill face to face.

"You still owe five hundred spirit stones in total; would you like to pay on credit or now?"

Elder Xinran watched him alter the price to his face, doubling it outright—this is clearly an attempt to rip her off.

"Aren't you afraid of being beaten?"

"I think you won't."

Chen Chuyang had the upper hand: "You can pay this sum next time or now; you are my sister's master, and only you receive this treatment."

Elder Xinran glanced at him and burst out laughing: "Kid, you are the first person in all these years whom this elder has seen daring to rip off this elder—how interesting."

She still gave the spirit stones.

After all, Chen Chuyang had her figured out.

This kid before me is strange; his strength is unfathomable.

Elder Xinran did not want to make a move, and she also did not know whether she could completely suppress him.

Moreover, she still needed Chen Chuyang and did not want to offend him.