Chapter 257

Jiang Ye sneered, the corners of his mouth curling into a meaningful arc: "Oh? To be a slave and maid for this old man?"

"Yes, yes, yes..."

Yin Qingqing nodded repeatedly, her eyes, clear as a stream, looking pitifully at Jiang Ye, her hands clasped together in front of her chest, her speech rapid, fearing that Jiang Ye would give her another punch in the next second:

"Jiang Zhishi, think about it."

"Even if you kill me..."

"At most, you'll just vent your anger; there's actually no substantial benefit."

"But if Qingqing becomes your slave and maid, the benefits you can get will be many."

"Qingqing is, after all, the personal disciple of the Pill Spirit Liu Fengzhu, and I still have some status within the peak..."

"Not to mention anything else, just the pills you need for your cultivation, Qingqing can help you save more than half."

She spoke quickly and fluently, her clear eyes staring at Jiang Ye without blinking.

"Like the Divine Qi Quenching Pill you exchanged for in the Heavenly Pivot Hall today, Qingqing can help you get more than ten bottles every month, and the quality will only be better than that of the Heavenly Pivot Hall; I would never use ordinary goods to fool you."

"And there are even higher-grade Essence Quenching Pills and True Qi Condensation Pills; these are pills that ordinary disciples wouldn't even dare to dream of, and Qingqing can get them all..."

She endured the pain, her face piled with sweet smiles, while her heart was as cold as a block of ice.

Hearing this, Jiang Ye's brows moved slightly, as if he were truly seriously considering this proposal.

Seeing this scene, Yin Qingqing felt a sense of certainty in her heart.

She knew that there was hope for her survival.

This old man was tempted; as long as he was tempted, things would be easy to handle.

She hurriedly added fuel to the fire, looking up at Jiang Ye pitifully, her fair, slender fingers trembling slightly, her voice so soft and sweet it seemed like honey could be squeezed out:

"Jiang Zhishi, once you have Qingqing, it is equivalent to controlling a portion of the Pill Spirit Peak's resources."

"Think about it..."

"Qingqing is now the personal disciple of the Liu Fengzhu, and I have a very good chance of succeeding to the position of Pill Spirit Liu Fengzhu in the future."

"What you have taken in is the future Pill Spirit Liu Fengzhu."

"By then, the resources of the entire Pill Spirit Peak... will be equivalent to falling into your hands..."

"You will become one of the most powerful people in the Linzhou Upper Sect..."

"How glorious that would be."

After finishing, she blinked her eyes and stared straight at Jiang Ye.

In those eyes, clear as a stream, Jiang Ye's old and indifferent face was reflected, and there were still traces of tears squeezed out from her begging just now in the corners of her eyes, making her look both sincere and pitiful.

She believed that this old thing could absolutely not resist such a temptation.

The future Pill Spirit Liu Fengzhu, the resources of the entire Pill Spirit Peak...

This weight was enough to knock anyone dizzy.

Sure enough, Jiang Ye raised his eyebrows with interest, his old voice carrying a hint of meaningful playfulness:

"The future Pill Spirit Liu Fengzhu, huh..."

"With what you've said, this old man is truly a bit tempted."

Given this girl's status, a living person is indeed more valuable.

If he could keep her in the palm of his hand, he would save countless troubles on the path of pills in the future.

Yin Qingqing was overjoyed, supporting the ground with her hands as she struggled to climb up to bow, but the sunken injury on her chest was affected, causing her eyes to twitch violently in pain. Yet, she gritted her teeth and didn't let her smile collapse:

"Jiang Zhishi, from now on, Qingqing will be your most loyal slave..."

Judging by that posture, she wished she could kowtow three times to Jiang Ye on the spot to show her loyalty.

However, in the deepest part of the girl's eyes, a chilling cold light was surging.

As long as she could survive, what was a little humiliation?

Her innate special status...

Meant that her path of growth was destined to be filled with thorns.

Anything that could not destroy her would only make her stronger.

Old thing...

The humiliation of today will definitely be repaid a hundredfold in the future.

Jiang Ye looked at her meaningfully, his old eyes seeming to see through all her thoughts, yet he did not expose them, only speaking unhurriedly, as if testing a piece of merchandise he had just acquired: "Since you want to be my slave, then prove your value a little."

"Value?!"

Yin Qingqing was slightly startled, her face quickly piling up that habitual sweet smile, two shallow dimples rippling out, and she spoke in a soft, sweet voice: "Jiang Zhishi..."

Jiang Ye smiled faintly, extended two fingers and shook them gently, cutting off her words:

"In front of outsiders, you call me Jiang Zhishi, and I won't pick at you."

"But now..."

"When it is only the two of us, what should you call me..."

Yin Qingqing was startled again, the pupils in her eyes contracting sharply, and her faint panting seemed to come to a standstill at this moment.

This old thing really knows how to push his luck...

The smile on that pale, pretty face froze instantly, as if a pause button had been pressed by an invisible hand.

A layer of shameful crimson flushed onto her fair cheeks at a speed visible to the naked eye, spreading from her cheekbones all the way to her earlobes.

It burned from her earlobes to her neck, and even those small earlobes were so red they looked like they could drip blood.

Old thing, do you know who I am...

If this old thing knew her true identity, he would probably be scared out of his wits...

Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!!

Damn it...

This damn old thing actually dares to humiliate me like this...

She had never suffered such humiliation in her life.

Her eyes twitched fiercely several times, and her lips moved for a long time, as if she were undergoing a final psychological struggle.

"All suffering is the nourishment for growth..."

"Face the suffering... endure the suffering..."

"And finally overcome the suffering..."

"All of this will only make me stronger..."

Yin Qingqing kept chanting in her heart.

Finally, she used a trembling voice, as thin as a mosquito's and barely audible, to force two words out from her throat:

"Mas... Master..."

Jiang Ye nodded slightly, a satisfied, faint smile appearing on his face.

That's right.

Since she wants to be a slave and maid, she must have the appearance of a slave and maid.

Yin Qingqing, who was smiling just a moment ago, now wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into, her hands hanging at her sides clutching her clothes tightly.

Old thing!

You just wait!

One day, I will pull your tendons and peel your bones, making you suffer the pain of being bitten by Gu insects!

I will make you kneel before me and swallow these two words back today!

Cherish the time you still have to live!

Yin Qingqing roared crazily in her heart.

On that flushed face, she still managed to maintain a slightly stiff smile, two dimples still hanging at the corners of her mouth, but the smile never reached her eyes.

She took a deep breath, trying hard to make her voice sound less shaky:

"Mas... Master..."

"If you have any requests, please feel free to ask... Qingqing will definitely do my best to carry them out..."

Jiang Ye spoke casually, as if he were ordering a trivial matter:

"With your status as the personal disciple of the Pill Spirit Liu Fengzhu, help this old man get a Primordial Great Restoration Pill..."

"That shouldn't be a big problem, right."

The pupils in Yin Qingqing's eyes shrank slightly.

Old thing!

You really dare to ask!

This Primordial Great Restoration Pill is considered a high-grade precious pill even in the Pill Spirit Peak.

It must be refined by fusing Primordial Qi with precious herbs over a hundred years old...

Even if her master did it personally, it would be extremely difficult to refine one, and the entire Upper Sect's inventory probably doesn't exceed ten.

Damn it, the pie I drew just now was too big.

This old thing really treats her as the Pill Spirit Liu Fengzhu to be ordered around.

She took a deep breath, swallowed hard, and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying:

"Master, that Primordial Great Restoration Pill is worth 30,000 contribution points... I..."

Jiang Ye curled his lips into a sneer, the temperature in his old eyes plummeted, and his voice pierced straight into Yin Qingqing's ears like a blade quenched in ice:

"If you can't even handle such a small matter, then what is the point of me taking you as a slave?"

Seeing that Jiang Ye's expression had turned cold, Yin Qingqing shuddered and hurriedly changed her words:

"Master, don't be impatient... Qingqing will find a way..."

"Qingqing still has connections in the Pill Spirit Peak, just ask Master to give me some time..."

"Qingqing will definitely get that Primordial Great Restoration Pill; I would never dare to break my promise!"

She clasped her hands together above her head, her clear eyes filled with sincerity and pleading.

Jiang Ye sneered: "Give you time... tell me, how much time can you help me get the Primordial Great Restoration Pill."

Yin Qingqing showed a troubled expression, bit her lower lip and pondered for a moment, then extended six fingers and probed cautiously:

"Master, is six months okay..."

"In six months, Qingqing will definitely present the Primordial Great Restoration Pill with both hands."

Jiang Ye shook his head coldly, his old voice leaving no room for negotiation: "Six months is too long; I will give you three months."

The corners of Yin Qingqing's eyes twitched fiercely, her lips moving as if she wanted to say something to bargain.

But when she looked up and met Jiang Ye's indifferent old eyes, the words that reached her mouth were swallowed back.

She observed Jiang Ye's expression cautiously and finally bit the bullet and agreed:

"Okay..."

"Master, rest assured, within three months, Qingqing will definitely help you get a Primordial Great Restoration Pill."

When she said this, her voice was still trembling slightly, not knowing if it was from pain or anger.

Jiang Ye nodded slightly, quite satisfied with this answer.

That old man Luo Song is still waiting for the Primordial Great Restoration Pill to save his life.

He has always kept this matter in his heart.

He paused, then continued speaking nonchalantly:

"By the way, the cultivation resources of our Heavenly Cloud Peak are not too abundant."

"From now on, you will hand over 1,000 contribution points to me every month, plus five bottles of Blood-Harmonizing Pills to assist Embracing the Pill Realm cultivation, and five bottles of Divine Qi Quenching Pills to assist Divine Qi Realm cultivation; adding up to ten bottles in total, that shouldn't be a big problem, right."

He is about to reach the Great Completion of the Divine Qi Realm, so these pills actually don't have much effect on him.

It is mainly for the sake of the disciples under his sect.

Chen Lili is about to impact the Embracing the Pill Realm, and even Xu Qinghuan is close to knocking on the door of the Transformation of Force Realm.

Zheng Feng is still one step away from the perfection of the Embracing the Pill Realm.

That little girl Wen Yueyao has top-tier talent and character; compared to these disciples of the Upper Sect, she is only lacking in resources.

With this batch of pills as a backup, their cultivation speed can be a bit faster.

Regarding benevolence and righteousness, Old Jiang has nothing to say.

Since he caught a fat sheep, he must utilize her to the extreme.

Hearing this, Yin Qingqing was completely stunned.

Asking for the Primordial Great Restoration Pill was not enough.

He also wanted her to hand over 1,000 contribution points and ten bottles of pills every month...

This was completely trying to eat her dry and clean, without even leaving the bone dregs.

You must know that although she has some status in the Upper Sect, her monthly salary is only 1,000 contribution points.

Even if she relies on her status as the Liu Fengzhu's personal disciple to have some connections, and can intercept some of the pills refined within the peak to line her own pockets...

But if she is squeezed according to Jiang Ye's method, what will be left for herself, and where will there be resources left for her own cultivation?

"Master... I..."

Yin Qingqing looked at Jiang Ye pitifully, not yet having time to speak.

Jiang Ye interrupted her with a sneer, his voice still in that indifferent tone, yet every word pierced straight to the point: "Your life is surely more valuable than such a small amount of things, right?"

Yin Qingqing was suddenly unable to speak.

She has an absolute reason not to die.

Her identity...

Must absolutely not die in this kind of place.

In those eyes, clear as a stream, humiliation, anger, and unwillingness were surging, but in the end, they could only turn into a low response, squeezed out slowly from the depths of her throat, as light as an autumn leaf falling:

"Okay... Qingqing will agree to Master..."

She lowered her eyelids, pressing all her emotions deep into her eyes, trying hard to hook the corners of her mouth into an arc, and once again putting on that obedient and docile appearance.

But the uncontrollable trembling in her voice betrayed her current state of mind.

She pointed to the sunken injury on her chest, gasping in pain, and begged pitifully:

"Then... then Master..."

"Can Qingqing treat the wound a little..."

"If the bleeding doesn't stop, Qingqing is afraid I won't be able to serve Master..."

"This injury was caused by your fist, Master; you should know best how heavy it is."

As she spoke, her eyes welled up with water again, crystal-clear tears rolling in her eyes before rolling down her pale cheeks, a pitiful posture.

Jiang Ye looked down at her, the corners of his mouth curling into a faint arc, his tone still in that indifferent tone:

"It is precisely because this old man did it personally that I know how light this injury is."

"You are, after all, a Divine Qi Realm martial artist; this little injury shouldn't be enough to cost you your life."

Hearing this, Yin Qingqing was choked to the point of almost being unable to breathe.

No.

Is this human language?

After a moment of silence.

Yin Qingqing pursed her lips and said pitifully: "But... it really hurts so much..."

As she spoke, she squeezed out two crystal-clear tears from her eyes, looking as pitiful as could be.

Unfortunately, the gray-clothed old man standing in front of her was completely unmoved.

This old thing is indeed a cold-hearted beast.