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When Li Xiaoye returned with water, he saw there was another person in the cave.
That person was tense, pressed against the wall, standing as far from Song Zhiyou as possible, their eyes fixed on her.
He nodded toward the stranger and asked Song Zhiyou, “What’s going on?”
Song Zhiyou showed no change in expression, smiling cheerfully. “Nothing much. This fellow cultivator is here to spend the night. Come, the meat is already roasted.”
Hearing this, Li Xiaoye’s fox-like eyes lit up instantly, and he practically appeared beside Song Zhiyou.
“How is it? My secret seasoning isn’t bad, right?”
Song Zhiyou gave him a thumbs up. “It’s great!”
The two of them ate and drank, completely ignoring Lin Yue on the side.
Lin Yue clenched his fists, unable to believe what he was seeing.
He knew Li Xiaoye.
At only ten years old, Qi Refining layer ten, top-grade wood spirit root—a true child of destiny.
He couldn’t understand why a prodigy like Li Xiaoye would associate with Song Zhiyou.
Even more incomprehensible was that after hearing Song Zhiyou’s words, Li Xiaoye actually stopped asking questions.
The aroma of meat drifted over, making Lin Yue even hungrier.
He hadn’t eaten anything for almost a full day.
Injured and threatened by Song Zhiyou, he weighed his options and chose to pay the overnight fee.
A total of five hundred and thirty-nine spirit stones, plus two pieces of mithril and a vial of beast blood.
The mithril and beast blood were substitutes since he didn’t have more spirit stones.
Damn Song Zhiyou—an overnight fee of a full thousand spirit stones.
The more Lin Yue thought about it, the more suffocated he felt.
He struggled to stand and said coldly, “Daoist Song, you charged me a thousand spirit stones for a single night. Surely you can at least provide a meal?”
Song Zhiyou’s eyes curved in a smile. “Small business doesn’t include food. If Daoist Lin wants to eat, it’s two hundred spirit stones per meal. Welcome.”
Lin Yue’s forehead bulged with veins from anger.
What kind of ‘small business’ was this? It was a no-investment business!
A no-investment, huge-profit business at that!
Li Xiaoye finally turned his gaze to Lin Yue.
He concluded, “Song Xiaoyou, did he provoke you? I can deal with him for you!”
“Not at all,” Song Zhiyou said, her eyes clear and honest. “I just really like spirit stones.”
Lin Yue, as if finally catching Song Zhiyou in a misstep, suppressed his anger and turned to Li Xiaoye. “Daoist Li, can you see now what kind of person she is?”
Li Xiaoye was surprised. “See what? Not charging spirit stones is a favor; charging them is proper. As for you, unwilling to pay but wanting to eat roasted meat—are you trying to freeload?”
Li Xiaoye looked Lin Yue up and down, his expression gradually turning strange and hostile.
Lin Yue’s face instantly became a mess of colors like a spilled palette.
“Of course not!”
He coldly took out his last piece of mithril and slammed it in front of Song Zhiyou. “Is that enough?!”
This was the auxiliary material he had been saving to forge a sword!
Song Zhiyou accepted it with a smile. She patted her bottom and stood up, offering her seat and waving generously.
“Thank you for your patronage. Eat whatever you like here.”
Lin Yue sneered. “Daoist Song, you’re keeping all the spirit stones for yourself without sharing any with Daoist Li?”
The meat on the leaves was clearly fresh, just hunted.
Here, Song Zhiyou was at Qi Refining layer six with a mutated waste spirit root, while Li Xiaoye was at Qi Refining layer ten.
It was obvious who had hunted the beast.
Now, Song Zhiyou took everything from him without asking Li Xiaoye’s opinion—he didn’t believe Li Xiaoye had no resentment.
But…
Li Xiaoye frowned. “Why are you so paranoid? I only provided the seasoning—Song Xiaoyou killed the Iron Palm Bear herself…”
Li Xiaoye’s voice suddenly stopped. He squinted and suddenly understood. “You’ve got a point. The seasoning fee should be separate. One hundred spirit stones. Pay up!”
Lin Yue was stunned by Li Xiaoye’s words, not even reacting to what came next.
This beast… was killed by Song Zhiyou?!
No… it must have been a first-grade low-grade beast, so Song Zhiyou could handle it easily.
Coming back to his senses, he watched Li Xiaoye put away the seasoning bottle, muttering to himself.
“If you don’t want it, fine. Why get angry and ignore people?”
Lin Yue: “…?”
Li Xiaoye was also puzzled. Was this Daoist Lin a ninja? One hundred spirit stones was such a cheap price, yet he could resist.
Just then, Song Zhiyou called him over. Muttering, Li Xiaoye walked toward her.
The roasted meat was already eaten by the two. Lin Yue, expressionless, roasted meat without any seasoning, a fire burning in his heart.
He took a big bite of the roasted meat, as if biting into Song Zhiyou’s flesh.
But when the beast meat entered his mouth, Lin Yue’s eyes widened, and he froze completely.
This… was definitely not ordinary first-grade low-grade beast meat!
Lin Yue had grown up in a prosperous clan, tasting first-grade, second-grade, and even third-grade beast meat.
The energy provided by this meat clearly belonged to first-grade high-grade!
And Li Xiaoye had just said Song Zhiyou killed the beast.
Song Zhiyou was able to kill a first-grade high-grade beast alone?!
He hadn’t even been able to kill a first-grade middle-grade beast. How could Song Zhiyou?
For a moment, the roasted meat in his mouth felt coarse and hard to swallow.
Just then, muttering came from inside.
Lin Yue snapped back to reality and saw Song Zhiyou carrying out a perfectly intact pelt.
Li Xiaoye followed behind, holding another smaller piece with disgust.
“Song Xiaoyou, can you really make wrist guards and straps out of this bloody thing? Maybe we should just melt it down?”
“Of course I can!”
Song Zhiyou was full of confidence.
In university, she had always topped her craft and design classes!
A simple wrist guard and strap were nothing.
“Daoist Song! You brought the beast carcass back into the cave?! The trail of blood will attract more beasts—don’t you even know that?!”
A voice like a thunderclap of rage startled the two who were chatting happily.
Song Zhiyou placed the bear hide on a higher stone platform and burst into laughter.
“Daoist Lin is so knowledgeable about wilderness survival—how did you not know that you can’t just enter a beast’s cave?”
Lin Yue frowned. “What beast’s cave? Daoist Song, don’t change the subject!”
Li Xiaoye was also provoked into a hostile tone, kicking a stone on the ground. “It’s the one you’re in now—the Iron Palm Bear’s cave.”
“The Iron Palm Bear died in its cave without leaving any blood trail. If Daoist Lin wants to accuse someone, you should get the facts straight first.”
This was a bombshell.
Lin Yue stood frozen, as if struck by lightning.
A question uncontrollably surfaced in his mind.
This was not an unclaimed cave.
If Song Zhiyou hadn’t killed the Iron Palm Bear, what would have happened to him, injured, when he came here?
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