Chapter 1162

Chapter 1162: Loan

“It’s just a small favor. I’ve enjoyed my time in your Flower Spirit Clan’s territory over the years, so I’m just helping out now that your clan is in trouble.”

“As for the Immortal Jade, just do what you can,” Han Feiyu said.

A foreign tribe with only one Great Luo Sage couldn’t possibly have much to offer; even if they did, he wouldn’t be interested.

“Our Flower Spirit Clan never leaves debts unpaid. Give us some time, and I’ll gather the remaining Immortal Jade for you.”

“Little Flower Deer, stay by our dear guest’s side and make sure everything is taken care of,” the Great Luo Sage of the Flower Spirit Clan said before leaving.

“So, can I finally drink as much of your Flower Spirit Clan’s Qianhun brew as I want this time?”

Han Feiyu smiled. The Qianhun brew from the Flower Spirit Clan was famous across the Southern Dipper Immortal Realm, and he had been dying to try it ever since he first heard about it.

But Little Flower Deer had always refused, even when Han Feiyu offered to pay with Immortal Jade. Instead, she used it to pay off his debts, only letting him taste a small jar over the years.

“No… Oh, I’ll go get it for you~”

Little Flower Deer was still adjusting to Han Feiyu’s sudden change in status.

Once she realized, she fluttered her tiny wings and flew off toward the holy city.

“I’ll wait for you in my cave. Don’t forget to bring some side dishes,” Han Feiyu said, then flew off toward his cave.

Inside the cave, Han Feiyu took out his communication mirror and contacted Grape.

“Grape, is there any way for me to handle a Great Luo Sage right now?” Han Feiyu asked.

He was thinking about how he couldn’t keep hiring Great Luo Sages from the Tianding Merchant Association every 10 years. Even for him, 400 billion Immortal Jade would take some time to gather.

“It depends on the level of the big shot you’re dealing with. Generally, nine Golden Immortal puppets forming a battle formation can handle an average Great Luo Sage without much trouble. If you want to kill one, though, you might lose two or three Golden Immortal puppets in the process,” Grape explained.

“Grape, I’m in a bit of a bind in the Southern Dipper Immortal Realm. I need a way to deal with a Great Luo Sage urgently. Can you sell me nine of those Golden Immortal puppets right now and deliver them within 20 years?”

“The sect is currently drifting through the star region. Delivering them to the Southern Dipper Immortal Realm within 20 years would cost a fortune. Just the transportation fees alone would be 500 billion Immortal Jade, not to mention the cost of the nine Golden Immortal puppets and their accompanying materials, which would exceed 50 crystals of Xuanhuang aura,” Grape said.

“Can I get a loan? What’s my limit?” Han Feiyu, who was usually so carefree, found himself asking for a loan.

“Your loan limit depends on what the sect can handle. But if you plan to repay this Xuanhuang aura in 100,000 years, the interest alone could cost you over a thousand crystals of Xuanhuang aura.”

“So, do you still want the loan?” Grape asked in a professional tone.

“Absolutely,” Han Feiyu nodded seriously. Given the current situation, Golden Immortal level puppets just weren’t cutting it for him anymore.

“Hold on, I’m requesting approval from the master now.”

Back in the Hidden Spirit Sect, Xu Fan, who was playing chess with Li Xingci, received Grape’s report.

“He wants to buy nine Golden Immortal puppets from the sect and have them delivered ASAP. Sounds like things are heating up over there,” Xu Fan said, stroking his chin as he considered whether to sell them to his disciple’s grandson.

“Tell Feiyu that with these items comes the karmic price. If he’s okay with that, then send them over,” Xu Fan said, capturing one of Li Xingci’s major pieces on the chessboard.

“Understood.”

In the Southern Dipper Immortal Realm, Han Feiyu hesitated after hearing this. He understood his Master Ancestor’s meaning—carrying these items would likely double the tribulations he’d face.

“Grape, send over those nine Golden Immortal puppets.”

“Oh, and could you also bring my share of the Grand Dragon Feast along with it? And help me get a few other things—I’ll have Little Spirit send you a list,” Han Feiyu said, gritting his teeth. Tribulations were nothing new to him.

“Alright, the items you need should arrive in about 17 years,” Grape said before ending the call.

At the same time, a Postnatal Spiritual Treasure Star Ship from the Hidden Spirit Sect was speeding towards the Wood Origin Immortal Realm.

Meanwhile, Little Flower Deer arrived at Han Feiyu’s cave with the Qianhun brew.

“Here’s the Qianhun brew you asked for, and I’ve also prepared some dishes that cater to the human race’s taste,” Little Flower Deer said, arranging everything on the dining table.

Han Feiyu sat comfortably at the table, savoring the wine and food with great pleasure.

Little Flower Deer sat across from him, her radiant eyes fixed intently on Han Feiyu.

“Why are you staying with the Flower Spirit Clan? You definitely had the means to repay that Immortal Jade back then,” Little Flower Deer finally blurted out.

“I’ve been plagued by something unclean. Staying with your clan feels safer for now,” Han Feiyu replied, though he secretly wondered if his presence had brought the Flower Spirit Clan close to disaster.

“Is that so? When your Master Ancestor visited, the clan leader mentioned he’s a significant figure among the human race. Couldn’t he help you?” Little Flower Deer asked curiously.

“He couldn’t solve it. This is something I have to face on my own.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t stay with the Flower Spirit Clan forever. In a thousand years, I’ll leave.”

“By then, your clan won’t owe me anything.” Han Feiyu glanced at his empty wine cup, signaling Little Flower Deer to refill it.

She quickly poured him another cup.

“Your clan’s Qianhun brew is truly exceptional,” Han Feiyu said with a smile.

“You can enjoy it every day if you like~”

“No need. Getting drunk once in a while is enough.”

Back at the Hidden Spirit Sect, Xu Fan and his disciples were gathered in the courtyard, watching the second round of the Battle Royale on the Live Stream Light Curtain.

The screen showed Wang Xuanxin being relentlessly targeted.

A barrage of strange and unpredictable attacks made it nearly impossible for her to defend herself.

Curses, poisons, and a flood of negative source immortal spells surged down the karmic threads of the battle royale world, all aimed at Wang Xuanxin.

Some disciples even sacrificed their lives to unleash source immortal spells far beyond their level.

“Grape, what are Wang Xuanxin’s chances of winning this time?” Xu Fan asked with a grin.

“Only 40%~”

“I have to admit, these tactics are even dirtier than what they used against Xiong Li back then,” Wang Xiangchi remarked, watching the Live Stream Light Curtain with a hint of pity.

“That’s how it goes. The strongest one always gets targeted,” Xu Gang chimed in.

By now, Wang Xuanxin’s fighting strength had dropped to half of what it was. The same hundred or so people who had first surrounded her reappeared by her side.

“You’re here a bit early, aren’t you?” Wang Xuanxin said calmly, looking at the crowd.

“Even if our methods are a bit underhanded, they’re effective,” Xiang Yun replied.

“Winners make the rules. Dirty or not, the loser has no say,” Wang Xuanxin said, unfazed by the odds stacked against her.