Chapter 170 Distributing Benefits
Immortal Venerable, you are being far too modest.
Jiang Yan took the small porcelain bottle with a beaming smile, then tossed it straight into his spatial ring.
Seeing Jiang Yan accept the top-tier Primordial Chaos Pill so readily, Mo Shiyu mentally raged:
Cousin, you really do not stand on ceremony at all!
Cousin, can you finally listen to me finish? Mo Shiyu asked timidly.
Of course, go ahead, Jiang Yan nodded.
As the words fell, a sharp rip echoed through the air as Mo Shiyu tore the IOU into fragments.
Look, Cousin, I am fair, aren't I? The spirit stones you owed are canceled out, and you have also accepted that... that compensation for the Marrow-Cleansing Pill.
Mo Shiyu glanced sideways at Jiang Yan, and seeing that he had no objections, she continued:
Cousin, you are incomparably handsome and extraordinarily talented. Look, every major sect has admirers of yours.
Hearing this, Jiang Yan looked very pleased. He cast an approving look at Mo Shiyu.
So, well, I was just thinking about handing out some perks to your admirers and making a few extra spirit stones on the side. Cousin, I've torn up your IOU as well. The spirit stones earned from selling those pulp fiction manuscripts can be considered as paying off your debt. We are completely even now...
Those perks involved selling my portrait rights? Cough, and you, a young lady, actually drew such daring illustrations. Have you ever seen a man's—
Before Jiang Yan could utter the words pectoral muscles, Mo Shiyu darted forward and clamped a hand over his mouth.
Mmph mmph?
Ha... haha, Cousin, why are you starting to talk nonsense? Those stories are purely text-based, with no illustrations whatsoever.
Mo Shiyu blinked rapidly at Jiang Yan, signaling him not to speak recklessly.
Inside, her heart was hammering like a tiny drummer beating out a rapid rhythm.
Jiang Yan seemed to realize something and pulled Mo Shiyu's hand away.
This girl might actually have seen them!
Immortal Venerable Bailing picked up the teapot with his slender hand, poured himself a cup of tea, and sipped it with a knowing, silent smile.
Jiang Yan noticed that the teacup Bailing used was actually Mo Shiyu's.
Alright, you can go back to your seat.
Hearing Jiang Yan say this, Mo Shiyu breathed a sigh of relief and turned to walk back to her seat.
Just as she was about to pass Immortal Venerable Bailing's seat, the Immortal Venerable suddenly spoke:
I have actually glanced through a few of the stories you wrote. Those illustrations... were drawn quite well.
Though it was clearly a compliment, it sounded profoundly seductive.
Mo Shiyu's legs went weak, and she stumbled as if about to crash to the floor.
Immortal Venerable Bailing reached out, caught Mo Shiyu by the waist, and pulled her into his embrace.
This single movement left the other two occupants in the room instantly petrified.
One was Jiang Yan, and the other was the person directly involved—Mo Shiyu.
Jiang Yan quickly picked up his cup to drink some tea, pretending he had seen nothing at all.
This was sheer mental torture. Inviting him for tea and food was fake; luring him in just to subject him to public romantic agony was the real truth!
As expected of a romance novel, the romantic plotlines strike the moment you least expect them!
Held in her master's arms, Mo Shiyu's cheeks flushed as red as a tomato, and her heart felt as though it might leap right out of her throat.
Are you alright? Immortal Venerable Bailing's voice came from directly above Mo Shiyu.
Master, I'm... I'm fine.
Coming to her senses, Mo Shiyu hurriedly broke away from Immortal Venerable Bailing's embrace.
I... I need to use the outhouse.
With that, she bolted out of the private booth like a frightened rabbit.
Heh heh heh... Immortal Venerable Bailing chuckled softly.
Immortal Venerable, could you possibly be...? Jiang Yan asked uncertainly.
Yes, that's right. I am fond of Shiyu.
Immortal Venerable Bailing picked up his cup and took another sip of tea.
Cough, cough, cough! Immortal Venerable, but Shiyu is your disciple!