Chapter 1093: Chapter 320: Feng Zhaoyang Arc (3)
"Hahaha."
Yuchi laughed good-naturedly:
"Aren’t I just trying not to waste gold and silver? Anyway, you’ll end up dead, so why not just give me that Storage Ring, since you won’t be using it."
Feng Zhaoyang: "..."
Get lost!
Clenching his fists in frustration, he hid his Storage Ring, took a deep breath, and with a conflicted expression finally said:
"Dear friend, you’re right. If I had a conflict with the Legendary Sect now, any excitement on my part would likely lead to them killing me."
"I’ve got no ties here, so they wouldn’t need to worry about anything when they kill me."
"And if I choose to help the Courtesan, I’d probably end up dead too... So maybe I should reconsider and not act so impulsively?"
Indeed.
That Feng Zhaoyang was willing to listen was the best outcome.
Yuchi felt relieved and relaxed into his chair, stroking the fur beside him, appreciating its smoothness:
"How about this, I suggest you just give up. Though we often say ’Don’t underestimate the young and poor,’ which sounds like a joke, it’s actually a way to find a retreat. Let it go, and take a step back to see the broader horizon — let’s pretend this never happened."
"You’re not quite a match for the Legendary Sect now, but you’ve reached the Spirit Storage Stage. You could start your own sect and climb up gradually if you really want to prove you’re not just a salted fish. Take it slow."
"It’s better than dying over a Courtesan in this State Capital."
Yuchi’s suggestion was quite reasonable, which made Feng Zhaoyang nod involuntarily.
"You are truly a good person!"
Feng Zhaoyang was extremely touched and reflected on his conversation with Yuchi, then excitedly said, "When you mentioned taking my Storage Ring and helping me deal with those two bastards, you were just joking, right? You didn’t really intend that; you just wanted me to survive and used reverse psychology, right?"
"Am I right?"
"Am I?" You’re just showing concern for me as a friend, not because of gold or silver, right?"
Feng Zhaoyang looked expectantly at Yuchi, while Yuchi feigned ignorance, whistling and commenting indifferently, "Ah, the weather today is nice," "Yes, there are quite a few pretty girls in Yunxiang Pavilion, truly a high-end place."
Feng Zhaoyang: "..."
Wuwuwu, damn it, you just wanted my money to take them down, but upon hearing about their cultivation levels from me, you chickened out immediately?!
Damn.
This is too real.
"Hahaha."
Yuchi laughed heartily:
"Isn’t that a normal reaction? When you see an opportunity, try to seize it, and while doing so, figure out if it’s truly an opportunity or a trap. If it’s an opportunity, go for it; if it’s a trap, back off instantly."
"If you don’t do that, what else can you do?"
"Besides, I already told you from the start, I came to the State Capital because I’m really short on money."
Feng Zhaoyang conceded.
He sipped the tea Yuchi handed him. Though middle-aged and no longer knowing the taste of sorrow, Yuchi’s words were reasonable.
If he really wanted to challenge the Legendary Sect, he should start afresh.
Thus.
Collecting himself, Feng Zhaoyang suddenly said, "My friend, how about this, I’ll join your sect. Though my cultivation might be ordinary for the Legendary Sect, it’s quite decent for yours, right? I won’t ask for a Vice Sect Leader title, just give me an Elder position, which isn’t asking too much, right?"
Feng Zhaoyang found Yuchi quite agreeable now, even if at times his words were blunt. Yuchi was the only one who would step up and say such things to him, so joining his sect, while maybe a bit embarrassing, at least it was the sect of a friend.
It wasn’t excessive.
Yuchi: "I refuse."
Feng Zhaoyang’s eyes widened: "So decisive?!"
Wow, that’s incredibly straightforward, leaving no room for negotiation, just an outright refusal with no beating around the bush. Why would that be? My Spirit Storage Stage cultivation should at least qualify me as an Elder in some sect, right?
An Elder, not even a Grand Elder or Vice Sect Leader, why wouldn’t you want that — because I’m ugly? That can’t be it.
The State Capital’s Little White Dragon doesn’t lie.
Understanding Feng Zhaoyang’s immense disappointment, Yuchi looked calmly at him: "Sorry, our sect doesn’t accept male disciples, even if they have a heart cut by a sword. So if only you were a woman, I’d personally bring you to my sect in an eight-carriage palanquin. But unfortunately, you’re a man, so forget it. The sect’s intrigue is too deep; even I can’t manage it myself."
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