Chapter 15

In the early morning, a light drizzle began to fall.

There were also fewer loose cultivators setting up stalls in the market.

In the inner hall of the Second-hand Clothing Workshop, Pei Siyu sat on a chair. With her veil on, her face could not be seen clearly, only a pair of straight, slender legs were exposed. Her delicate hands held a spirit needle, and she was mending a tattered second-hand Daoist robe.

Her movements were meticulous, and the needle in her hand was light and nimble.

She was very serious.

In the entire Second-hand Clothing Workshop, no one was more detailed and serious than her.

Every time she threaded the needle, she sewed the tattered hole perfectly.

At this moment, it gave people a feeling of peaceful years.

The other female cultivators were chatting idly.

They talked about the recent events in Longmen Market, who in Huangshi City had advanced to the Foundation Establishment stage, or how many cubs the spirit beasts in the Huangshi Sect had hatched, or the love and hatred of the prominent figures in the inner city.

By the end, it turned into nagging and complaining, and the room became noisy.

Pei Siyu kept her head down, focusing on her own work.

"Creak!"

Just then, the door opened, and a woman in her forties walked in.

Seeing the person, the female cultivators in the Second-hand Clothing Workshop immediately quieted down and even stood up one after another.

"Manager Wu!"

Seeing the person, Pei Siyu's expression became cautious.

Because the person who came was the manager of the Second-hand Clothing Workshop.

The dozen or so female cultivators in the Second-hand Clothing Workshop all had to obey this manager, not only because she had worked in the Second-hand Clothing Workshop for twenty years, but also because her cultivation was at the Qi Refining Seventh Layer.

In the cultivation world, the class system is very strict; if a bottom-tier cultivator loses their job, they can only become a loose cultivator, and most bottom-tier loose cultivators are very miserable and tragic.

"Hmm."

Manager Wu nodded slightly and sat down on her own.

From beginning to end, Pei Siyu kept her head down, standing nervously to the side.

"Recently..."

Manager Wu frowned, "The Second-hand Clothing Workshop has lost some rare fabrics; are you aware of this?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the female cultivators present changed, and they hurriedly cleared their names.

"Fabrics, what fabrics!?"

"Manager Wu, I have never seen any recently."

"Yes, I haven't seen any either."

Manager Wu glanced over and said, "Pei Siyu, what do you say?"

Pei Siyu said in a low voice, "I don't know what rare fabrics Manager Wu is talking about."

Manager Wu had no expression on her face and said indifferently, "You don't know? I think you know better than anyone."

Pei Siyu's expression suddenly became very panicked, "Manager Wu, I have always been mending robes in the Second-hand Clothing Workshop and have never seen any rare fabrics."

Manager Wu sneered and said, "Since you are playing dumb with me, I will speak plainly. Why is that piece of Green Tiger skin missing?"

Green Tiger skin!?

Hearing this, Pei Siyu suddenly realized and hurriedly said, "That, that was left over from mending second-hand Daoist robes; it was already damaged, I..."

"Presumptuous!"

Manager Wu interrupted Pei Siyu's words, slammed the table, and stood up, "Pei Siyu, you have a lot of nerve. Taking fabrics from the Second-hand Clothing Workshop outside is forbidden; do you know this rule?"

Pei Siyu opened her lips and finally just said softly, "... I know."

Most female cultivators would keep the leftover fabric from mending second-hand robes; this was an unspoken understanding in the Second-hand Clothing Workshop. Not to mention a monster like the Green Tiger, even more precious monster skins had been taken privately by others.

Today, Manager Wu was coming to hold her accountable, and the matter was not simple.

The female cultivators present immediately realized this and had a somewhat "watching a show" mentality.

Pei Siyu stood in place, accepting everyone's scrutiny, and for a moment was at a loss, only able to bury her head very, very deep.

"You know the rules and you still dare to break them!?"

Manager Wu stood up and said coldly, "Considering you've worked in the Second-hand Clothing Workshop for these years, I won't make things difficult for you. Take your things and leave the Second-hand Clothing Workshop."

Leave the Second-hand Clothing Workshop!?

Even through the veil, one could see that Pei Siyu's scarred face was gradually losing its color.

Manager Wu watched Pei Siyu standing still and shouted, "Are you not leaving yet? Do you want me to invite you out?"

"Yes..."

Pei Siyu lowered her head and packed her things.

Manager Wu walked out expressionlessly.

Inside the hall, there was finally a chance to breathe.

No one stepped forward to talk to Pei Siyu; most were just watching coldly from the side.

Anyone with eyes knew that Pei Siyu must have offended Manager Wu, which brought about today's disaster.

They had no need to risk offending Manager Wu by stepping forward to say words of comfort to Pei Siyu.

"Her days ahead will probably be hard," someone sighed in a low voice.

Without a job to survive, it is very difficult for a bottom-tier female cultivator to survive in this world.

Some sympathized, and some gloated.

All kinds of attitudes gathered in one room.

Soon, Pei Siyu silently packed everything and walked toward the outside of the hall.

She passed through the long corridor and walked toward the front hall.

At this moment, she heard a familiar voice.

"That Pei Siyu has a strange appearance and is ugly; she is likely a disaster. I have long felt disgusted by her, and it is a good thing to send her away now."

"I know her; she wouldn't dare. Besides, she is just a loose cultivator like an ant; if she dies, she dies."

"Come tomorrow to take her place."

Pei Siyu knew very well that this was Manager Wu's voice.

She didn't speak and walked straight out of the Second-hand Clothing Workshop.

Pei Siyu extended her palm and looked up at the gloomy sky.

"It's raining."

Afterward, a gray robe gradually disappeared into the alley; that back view looked somewhat lonely and solitary.

The morning rain grew heavier and heavier, and by night, it gradually changed from a hazy drizzle to a torrential downpour.

This heavy rain swept through the entire Huangshi Safety Zone.

The torrential rain began to rage, and the pillars of rain danced across the sky.

Trees and flowers were struggling, desperately grabbing the earth, making their final efforts.

The rainwater from the sky was like an endless stream, falling tirelessly, gathering into puddles on the flat ground, expanding rapidly, setting up waterfalls from the eaves, and flying straight down.

Under the pressure of the heavy snow, the rainwater became even sharper and more ruthless.

And under this curtain of rain, the world became blurred.

Qingyun Street, a courtyard.

Outside the house, the rainstorm was like a flash flood, and inside the house, the waves were also rising.

At this time, Manager Wu was enjoying the pleasures of the flesh on the bed with a young male cultivator.

"Lian'er, recently I feel that my cultivation has loosened. As long as I take another step, I will be at the same mid-stage Qi Refining cultivation as you."

"Good, wait a few days and I will buy you a Qi-Replenishing Pill at the outer city auction to help you break through to the Qi Refining Seventh Layer."

"Lian'er, you are so good."

"As long as you serve me attentively and don't need to go to the forbidden zone to risk your life, you can have everything."

"I will naturally serve you wholeheartedly..."

"Clang!"

Just then, the door was suddenly blown open by the wind, making a huge sound.

"What's going on?"

Manager Wu looked up and immediately saw a figure standing in front of the bed. She hurriedly covered her body with a quilt and shouted, "Who are you!?"

In the pitch-black darkness, plus the fact that she was somewhat panicked, she couldn't see who the person was at all.

"Could it be a bandit? What a lot of nerve!"

The young man shouted and rushed toward the person.

"Shoo!"

A sword light shot out, directly piercing the young man's throat.

A sword through the throat!

Fast!

Too fast!

Even Manager Wu, who was at the Qi Refining Seventh Layer, didn't see the sword light clearly at all.

"Who exactly are you?"

Manager Wu hugged the quilt, feeling only a chill rushing from the soles of her feet to her crown, and infinite fear arose in her heart.

"Who am I?"

The person chuckled and took a step forward.

Hearing this familiar voice, Manager Wu was shocked. Then, seeing the somewhat terrifying face in the faint moonlight, her mouth opened wide, "It's you!?"

She seemed to have seen a ghost, unable to believe that the person in front of her was the usually timid, cowardly...

The next moment, a sword light flashed by.

Blood spurted from Manager Wu's neck like a spring, and she fell onto the blood-stained quilt.

The person put the sword back in its place, then came to the bedside, rummaged through it briefly, and gathered all the valuable items on his person.

"The rain is so heavy today."

The person said softly, walked out of the house, and then closed the door again.

The figure disappeared into the rainy night.

That day, the rain fell in the morning and only stopped late at night.

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