darknovel Chapter 287 The Enchantress Threatens to Keep Me as Her Sugar Daddy
Chapter 287 The Enchantress Threatens to Keep Me as Her Sugar Daddy
"You guys have some conscience after all. For the sake of these things, I'll protect these troublesome girls for you."
Yan Chenyu pointed to Yu Jianhuan, Jin Qiaoqiao, and the others, her tone relaxed.
"No matter how much those old guys outside make a fuss, once they've entered Qingquan Peak, there's no reason for them to be taken away."
Upon hearing this, Mo Chengyue's tense nerves finally relaxed completely.
He knew that with his protective and unfathomably powerful master speaking up, those demonic elders who wanted to use them as scapegoats would not dare to act recklessly in the short term.
"Thank you for your protection, Master. I will definitely work harder in my cultivation in the future to bring glory to Qingquan Peak."
Mo Chengyue immediately went down the steps and bowed very respectfully.
Yan Chenyu rolled her eyes in annoyance and threw the fruit pit in her hand directly at Mo Chengyue's forehead.
"Stop trying to sweet-talk me. Starting today, your daily food allowance will double. After all, you brought so many mouths to feed, you can't just live off my savings."
The atmosphere in the main hall was completely enlivened by Yan Chenyu's mercenary words.
Lin Miaoyin covered her mouth and chuckled, while Yu Jianhuan took the opportunity to walk to Mo Chengyue's side and gently bumped him with her shoulder.
"Brother Chengyue, don't be afraid. They have plenty of spirit stones. They'll cover all your food expenses from now on."
Yu Jianhuan's extravagant and wealthy behavior of keeping a young Daoist partner immediately drew Qin Wanzhuang's extremely disdainful and icy gaze.
"The disciples of Qingquan Peak are not for outsiders to give alms to. I will naturally take care of my third junior brother's expenses."
Qin Wanzhuang put on a stern face and retaliated, the Blazing Sun Sword at her waist emitting a crisp sword sound, ready to draw her sword at any moment to fight for the right to provide for the family.
Su Qingying glanced silently at her not-so-rich storage bag, a hint of annoyance appearing on her cool face, but she still stubbornly took a step forward.
"My Biyun Peak has plenty of resources. As long as he asks, everything is negotiable."
Jin Qiaoqiao looked at the group of women who were on the verge of fighting over who would pay, and snorted disdainfully.
"What a bunch of boring women. Any one of the treasures in my storeroom could buy half of the Joyful Union Sect."
Caught in the middle, watching the battle escalate once again, Mo Chengyue could only desperately look to Yan Chenyu in mid-air for help.
Instead of intervening, Yan Chenyu pulled out a handful of melon seeds from somewhere and started munching on them with relish.
"Keep arguing! I haven't seen such a lively play in hundreds of years."
As Yan Chenyu spat out the sunflower seed shells, she laughed heartily, completely immersed in the joy of eating the gossip about her apprentice.
Xie Buci also moved closer to Yan Chenyu, and even thoughtfully handed her a cup of freshly brewed spiritual tea. The two drank tea and commented on each other's experiences.
"Master, look, the third brother usually acts like a block of wood, but his feigned indifference is even more masterful than mine."
Xie Buci waved his folding fan, his tone filled with bittersweet admiration.
"In all my years of navigating the world of romance, I've never managed to get so many stunning beauties to fight over who gets to spend money on me."
Mo Chengyue calmed his heavy breathing, realizing that he really couldn't stay on Qingquan Peak any longer.
He closed his eyes and silently recited the calming mantra of the Yin-Yang Virtue Harmony Scripture, trying to completely block out the arguing noises around him.
Just as he was about to enter a meditative state, a warm little hand quietly grabbed his sleeve.
He opened his eyes and found that it was his junior brother Wenren Ji, who had been standing silently in the corner.
Wenren Ji forcefully shoved the half-eaten, dried animal leg into Mo Chengyue's hand, his cheeks turning bright red.
"Third senior brother, I don't need you to raise me. I can share my meat with you."
Wenren Ji sparingly uttered this sentence, then quickly hugged the ancient sword and shrank back into the corner.
Looking at the withered beast leg in his hand, and then at the group of beautiful women around him who were still fighting for custody, Mo Chengyue felt that his future was bleak.
This so-called perfect harem is not wings at all, it's clearly a death knell.
He sighed deeply, wanting nothing more than to quickly return to the second floor of the library and continue his obscure, unnoticed life of slacking off.
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The main hall was filled with a light, calming incense.
Yan Chenyu finally spat out the last fruit pit in her mouth and patted off the few crumbs stuck to her palm.
"Alright, alright, we've had our fun, it's time to get down to business." She sank back into the soft couch covered with white fox fur.
Xie Buci immediately dropped his playful, amused expression and casually tucked the folding fan into the back of his collar.
"Master, please give me any instructions, and I will go through fire and water without hesitation," he patted his chest and promised.
Qin Wanzhuang also took half a step forward, blocking Mo Chengyue, who had been trying to shrink back, behind her tall figure.
Mo Chengyue could only look down at the cloud patterns on the floor tiles, praying that he could turn into a wisp of transparent air.
Yan Chenyu's alluring peach blossom eyes swept over everyone in the hall, finally settling on Yu Jianhuan's bewitching face from Yulin Peak.
"You little girls can't all just stay here on Qingquan Peak and do nothing, can you?" Yan Chenyu yawned lightly.
Yu Jianhuan was not angry when she heard this. Instead, she took two steps forward, swaying her slender waist coquettishly.
"Peak Master Yan is really trying to drive us away. We finally found a little sense of security with Brother Chengyue." She twirled a strand of long hair around her chest with her fingertips.
Su Qingying couldn't help but frown as she listened to that sweet voice, her fingers tightening slightly as she gripped the Jade Spirit Sword.
Lin Miaoyin hugged the pipa in her arms even tighter, her beautiful eyes sparkling with a complex light.
Yan Chenyu picked up the glass teacup on the low table next to her and took a sip. The warm tea moistened her full red lips.
"You are all the precious treasures of your respective peaks. With so many people lost in this disaster, your peak masters must be frantic with worry." She stated the facts in a calm tone.
Upon hearing this, the female cultivators' expressions turned serious. They were well aware of just how tense the situation outside was.
With the entire elite force of the Hehuan Sect wiped out, a bloody battle is bound to erupt among the major peaks as they vie for the remaining resources and the right to speak.
Yu Jianhuan dropped her carefree smile, and a calculating and clear-headed look, characteristic of the elite of Yulin Peak, appeared in her upturned phoenix eyes.
"Senior is right. That old woman from Yulin Peak has a fiery temper. If she doesn't see me return to report, she'll definitely cause a lot of trouble." She sighed helplessly.
She turned her gaze to Mo Chengyue, who was hiding behind Qin Wanzhuang, her eyes filled with an unfathomable entanglement.
"Brother Chengyue, I won't play along with you today. I'll come back to discuss the path to immortality with you after I've cleaned up the mess on the peak." Yu Jianhuan deliberately emphasized the last four words.
Qin Wanzhuang snorted coldly, and the Blazing Sun Sword at her waist emitted a clear and melodious sword sound, full of warning.
Yu Jianhuan covered her mouth and chuckled without caring, then turned to Yan Chenyu and respectfully gave her a junior's bow.
"Thank you for taking me in today, Peak Master Yan. I will definitely bring generous gifts and visit you in person another day." After she finished speaking, she transformed into a streak of rose-purple light and flew out of the main hall.
Watching Yu Jianhuan's departing figure, Su Qingying's tense shoulders finally relaxed a little.
She knew she couldn't delay any longer; her junior sisters on Biyun Peak, whose cultivation levels were low, were waiting for her to return and take charge.
Su Qingying took a deep breath, calming the turbulent spiritual energy within her body caused by the recent chaotic scene.
She walked to the center of the hall, stood up straight, and bowed to Yan Chenyu at the head of the table.
"Peak Master Yan, Biyun Peak has suffered a great calamity and is in dire need of reconstruction. As the eldest disciple, Qingying must rush back immediately to appease the people."
Her voice was clear and crisp.
Yan Chenyu looked at this girl with an overly straightforward personality and shook her head with some regret.
"Go ahead, go ahead. That old fogey of your Biyun Peak has the worst temper. You can go back and help smooth things over."
She waved her hand, indicating that the other person could leave.