Chapter 46 - 46 46 The Master's Sect Does Not Pass Down the Secret Technique; Little Fairy!

46: Chapter 46: The Master’s Sect Does Not Pass Down the Secret Technique; Little Fairy!

46: Chapter 46: The Master’s Sect Does Not Pass Down the Secret Technique; Little Fairy!

“50 million a pill, non-negotiable.” Seeing Yue Lan agree, Gu Zhiqi stated her price outright.

At those words, Yue Lan raised her brows, without a hint of hesitation, she promptly agreed, “No problem.”

Phoenix Sleep Fragrance disappeared two years ago, and in those two years, just on the web alone, there were hundreds, if not thousands, of people offering rewards for Phoenix Sleep Fragrance, with the bounty price skyrocketing.

The highest current offer on the web was from someone named West, who had bid 100 million for a single Phoenix Sleep Fragrance pill.

The price Gu Zhiqi offered Yue Lan was extremely low in comparison.

“You take three pills for yourself, and remember to transfer the money,” Gu Zhiqi said, then turned away, going back to fiddling with her phone, resuming an attitude of indifferent laziness.

Seeing this, how could Yue Lan not understand?

Selling her three Fragrant Pills at a price lower than the bounty on the web was clearly a way to settle the debt from the precious medicinal materials sold to her in the morning and for the aid provided just now.

Now that the transaction was done and the debts paid, she reverted to a demeanor that kept people at a distance, cold and detached.

Yue Lan clicked her tongue lightly, then looking at Gu Zhiqi’s back, she spoke up, “Account number.”

“Sent it via WeChat,” came the response.

Yue Lan checked WeChat and indeed found it was sent.

“You still haven’t told me how the pattern is imprinted on those Fragrant Pills,” Yue Lan said while transferring the money, casually asking the question.

“Sorry, it’s a secret technique of the Master’s Sect, not to be disclosed,” Gu Zhiqi responded, reclining lazily in the chair with a tone that was very dismissive and nonchalant, spouting nonsense.

Yet, Yue Lan believed it.

“Does your Master’s Sect still take disciples?”

Gu Zhiqi “…”

She turned around, looking at Yue Lan with a deadpan expression.

“You think you could maybe introduce me, let me also pay homage to your Master’s Sect?” Yue Lan said with a smile, half-joking as she spoke to Gu Zhiqi.

Gu Zhiqi “…”

Travel across time and space to introduce you?

**

Yan City.

On the bustling streets, a business van moved along slowly.

Inside the van, Tang Yichen leaned against the seat with a listless expression, his face pale and his lips faintly white, looking like he was hovering between life and death.

Su Luo, sitting beside him, appeared deeply worried, glancing over from time to time, fearing that he might close his eyes for good any second now.

“Fourth Brother, don’t fall asleep, we’re almost at the Central Hospital,” Su Luo said immediately upon seeing Tang Yichen close his eyes.

Tang Yichen “…”

He gave him a fleeting look and then glanced back, speaking faintly, “Third Brother, can we just dump this guy out on the street.”

This TM, if he’s not dead yet, the noise will kill him.

“Look at what you’re saying, Fourth Brother,” Su Yunling didn’t pay Tang Yichen any mind, but Su Luo was not happy, “I’m so concerned about you, how can you ask Third Brother to throw me out.”

“No need, thanks,” Tang Yichen said, then rolled his eyes in silence.

“Ow, Third Brother, look, Fourth Brother’s in a bad way, he’s rolling his eyes!” Su Luo deliberately raised his voice, then turned back to look at Su Yunling sitting in the back row.

Tang Yichen “…”

His fist clenched tight.

Su Yunling lazily lifted his eyelids, giving Su Luo a sideways glance, “Want to get off early?”

At this, Su Luo immediately sat up straight, pressed his lips into a straight line, and made a zipping motion across his mouth with his hand.

Then he turned away, no longer looking at Tang Yichen but at the scenery outside the window.

All of a sudden, Su Luo sat up straight, scrambling up to the van window, pounding on the glass with both hands.

“Mmm, mmm mmm, mmm mmm mmm…”

The others in the van “…”?

Having an epileptic fit?

“Little Fairy!” Su Luo finally remembered that he wasn’t really gagged, “The Little Fairy is outside!”

“Who?!”

“Ah, hiss—”

At Su Luo’s shout of Little Fairy, the listless Tang Yichen jolted up, wincing from his injury, gasped for air, then bore the pain and continued to look outside, “Where?

Where?”