Chapter 6: Adorable Little Milk Tiger

It turns out this is a gift for the Qingyun Sword Immortal of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect!

Lin Yue's eyes were full of pride and contempt. "That's natural; our Huanhuan is about to become a disciple of the Qingyun Sword Immortal! You're merely lowly servants of the Yaowang Valley! Offending us is offending the Qingyun Sword Immortal and the entire Xuan Yuan Sword Sect—can you bear the consequences?"

Offending them is equivalent to offending the entire Xuan Yuan Sword Sect?

You're so awesome, does the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect know?

"Xing Er, hurry and ask the Valley Master for a Four-grade Sword Spirit Pill!" Ye Qingran said, feigning solemnity.

Upon hearing this, Han Xing knew her young lady was up to something.

After all, the Valley Master is herself!

"Alright, I'll go right away!" Han Xing dashed into the Yaowang Valley, looking terrified…

Ye Huanhuan sized up Ye Qingran, her eyes full of contempt.

She had thought this woman would be a disciple or miss of the Medicine King Gu Gu Master, but didn't expect her to be just a lowly servant!

A lowly thing, daring to put on airs in front of her!

If it weren't for being in the Yaowang Valley, she would have found a few men to destroy her!

Han Xing quickly fetched the pill.

Ye Qingran took it, opened it, and instantly a rich pill aroma burst forth, accompanied by waves of sharp sword qi.

At a glance, it's clearly not ordinary!

Ye Huanhuan's eyes burned with fervor.

Sure enough, the Yaowang Valley produces fourth-grade pills as easily as picking them up!

As long as she delivers this fourth-grade sword spirit pill to her master, her master will surely value her more!

Ye Qingran then closed the lid, and the pill aroma and sword qi vanished instantly.

"Fourth-grade pills aren't cheap…"

"One hundred twenty thousand taels of gold!" Ye Huanhuan raised her chin, full of confidence.

She had done her homework. Last time, a fourth-grade sword spirit pill sold for one million taels of gold at auction in Xuan Yuan City; she added another two hundred thousand, which the Yaowang Valley would surely accept.

Ye Qingran showed a troubled expression. "But this is the last pill in the Yaowang Valley."

Ye Huanhuan frowned, instinctively thinking the Yaowang Valley wanted to raise the price, and without hesitation added another hundred thousand.

"One hundred thirty thousand!"

"Miss, the Valley Master previously ordered that this pill has already been reserved by a prince of the Northern Abyss Kingdom."

Ye Huanhuan grew impatient. "One hundred fifty thousand—this should be enough, right? After all, your sword spirit pill only sells for one million taels at the Xuan Yuan City auction; I'm offering one hundred fifty thousand taels, which is already generous."

"Alright then, since you're so sincere, I'll sell it to you." Ye Qingran nodded in agreement, then opened the lid, restoring the pill aroma and sword qi. "Please check it… uh oh…"

With a soft cry from Ye Qingran, the pill fell to the ground, rolling back and forth to the side of Xiao Naihu's feet.

Xiao Naihu first looked at the pill blankly, then showed delight.

Isn't this the little candy beans the master feeds him every day?

Lately the master thought it was getting a bit fat from eating them, so hadn't given any for several days; today did the master have a change of heart?

Xiao Naihu toddled over with its short legs, pawed at the pill, then lowered its head and stuck out its tender little tongue…

"No…" Ye Huanhuan exclaimed in horror.

This is the last sword spirit pill of the Yaowang Valley!

No way!

But it's too late.

Xiao Naihu held the pill in its mouth, wearing a blissful expression, and rubbed against Ye Qingran's feet.

The master is truly kind.

A smile appeared in Ye Qingran's lowered eyes.

Today this guy got a bargain!

Yet her face showed panic. "This… I didn't mean to."

"You!"

Ye Huanhuan was furious, glaring at Ye Qingran, but dared not speak.

"Miss Ye, the sword spirit pill's effect lasts four hours in the body. How about this: you capture that little tiger, bleed it for your master to drink? As for the price, I'll give you a twenty percent discount."

Xiao Naihu: "....."

Bleed it?

Master, you're selling me again!

As expected, I'm just something you picked up!

Xiao Naihu instantly felt the candy beans weren't fragrant anymore.

Han Xing and Leng Yue heard Ye Qingran say that, exchanged a glance, and their mouths twitched.

In the Yaowang Valley, who doesn't know—how cute this little tiger looks, and how fierce it gets when it fights?

Having Ye Huanhuan go catch Xiao Naihu—wouldn't that be…?

Asking for trouble!

Her young lady is indeed a ruthless person!

Ye Huanhuan doesn't know all these tricks; she just needs to get the sword spirit pill.

"If that's the case, then I'll offend you!" Ye Huanhuan's expression hardened, she drew her waist sword, and lunged at Xiao Naihu.

She wanted to skin that damned little tiger and drain its blood!

Xiao Naihu sensed the danger.

Lifting her gaze, the sword's reflection appeared in her azure eyes.

Its aura suddenly changed.