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Qi Xiao could see right through her unease. If he had arrived just a little later, he feared that his ten mid-grade spirit stones would have vanished without a trace amidst the lavish display.
Yu Miaoyin summoned a servant to prepare a private room. Once they were seated, she immediately poured him a cup of hot tea with great enthusiasm. Qi Xiao remained still, his demeanor cold and sarcastic as he let out a chilling laugh.
The Third Senior Sister had returned just in time after being away from the sect for a month, eager to collect her monthly allowance. She hadn’t even bothered to greet him before directly taking his spirit stones. If anyone else had seen this, they might think she had come back solely for his spirit stones.
Yu Miaoyin felt a twinge of guilt at first, but upon hearing Qi Xiao's words, her irritation flared. "Oh come on, I only borrowed a few spirit stones from you. Why do you have to be so stingy? Once I become famous and a great artifact master, I'll have as many spirit stones as I want."
Qi Xiao opened his palm and demanded directly, "Don't wait for the future; give them to me now. You need to return every single spirit stone you took from me before."
Over the years, Yu Miaoyin had taken at least seven hundred spirit stones from him. She immediately clutched her purse tightly, glaring at Qi Xiao with anger.
"Are you really going to make me pay you back?"
"Absolutely."
Yu Miaoyin's face shifted between shades of red and green, her expression becoming increasingly awkward. She loved to spend extravagantly; even with Qi Xiao's spirit stones, she barely managed to get by, let alone save any. The thought of having to produce such a large sum all at once was overwhelming—she might as well sell herself to pay him back.
The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt, and her eyes began to glisten with unshed tears. In the mortal realm, she was a princess; if it weren't for the fact that the cultivation world valued spirit stones over gold, why would she endure such hardship?
That insufferable Qi Xiao knew her situation yet still pressured her like this—it was clearly intentional. Hmph, he wasn’t worth even half of what he demanded from Brother Ye.
Turning her face away with a huff, Yu Miaoyin stubbornly insisted through her nasally voice, "No way! I spent all my spirit stones on gifts for Junior Brother Ye; there’s nothing left!"
As she said this, she couldn't help but cast another resentful glance at Qi Xiao, seemingly filled with doubt. "When I returned, I heard about how you tricked Junior Brother Ye. I didn’t believe it at first, but now it seems there might be some truth to it."
"Qi Xiao, you wouldn't have come here specifically to stop me from preparing a gift for Junior Brother Ye, would you?"
The more Yu Miaoyin thought about it, the more amusing it became. She had taken Qi Xiao's spirit stones for so long, and he hadn't said a word. Why was he suddenly making a fuss today? There had to be a reason behind it.
Feeling as if she had caught Qi Xiao off guard, she became increasingly certain of her thoughts. With a slight lift of her red lips, she spoke in a teasing tone, "How can you be so selfish? You just can't stand to see Junior Brother Ye, can you? What do you think will happen if I tell Senior Sister and the others about this? They might just punish you!"
"And besides, you already owe Junior Brother Ye. By using your spirit stones to prepare a gift for him, I'm actually doing you a favor."
The more Yu Miaoyin spoke, the more justified she felt, while Qi Xiao's anger only grew.
"Senior Sister didn't even ask me and just took my spirit stones to do someone a favor. And I’m supposed to thank you? Senior Sister really knows how to settle scores."
Qi Xiao didn't hold back; his voice rose, drawing the attention of several guests outside who peeked in curiously. The strange gazes made Yu Miaoyin's face flush with embarrassment. She tugged at Qi Xiao's sleeve and whispered, "Lower your voice! This is our private matter; why are you shouting?"
But Qi Xiao refused to quiet down. He could see through Yu Miaoyin's intentions clearly. If she were to say anything, he knew she wouldn't return his spirit stones. If pressed further, she might even stir up trouble with Senior Sister, using the opportunity to apply pressure.
One was Ye Xiuyuan and the other was him; Qi Xiao could easily guess how the sisters from Qingjing Peak would choose between them.
He had already lost hope in the people from Qingjing Peak, but he had to reclaim what belonged to him.
Releasing her arm, Qi Xiao approached the steward of Linlang Pavilion.
The steward was a short old man with wrinkled skin and a warm smile. Beneath his drooping eyelids were sharp eyes that sparkled with intelligence, much like a treasure-seeking mouse searching for gold and silver in its burrow.
He stepped forward and cupped his hands towards Qi Xiao, asking with a smile, "Young Master, what can I do for you?"
Qi Xiao pointed at Yu Miaoyin inside and asked, "Is this person registered as a distinguished guest here?"
"Indeed," the steward replied.
Linlang Pavilion boasted an array of treasures, from common high-end goods to rare gems. Ordinary customers could only purchase some commonly available premium items; however, those wishing to buy higher-grade items had to register as distinguished guests by paying fifty mid-grade spirit stones.
The more spirit stones one had on account, the higher their status as a distinguished guest. Not only did they receive early notifications about treasures, but they also enjoyed discounts when making purchases.
Yú Miàoyīn had long frequented the Linglang Pavilion, so it was inevitable that she had accumulated quite a sum of money in her account.
Qí Xiāo spoke directly, "She took my spirit stones to spend here. I’ve come to collect what she owes. If she can’t pay up, we agreed to use the spirit stones in her account to settle the debt. How much does she have stored here?"
"Only fifty medium-grade spirit stones," the manager replied.
"So few?"
"This young lady, Yú, previously purchased a batch of refining materials from us, so there’s nothing left in her account."
"I want those fifty medium-grade spirit stones and the refining materials she bought from you," Qí Xiāo insisted.
The manager hesitated, glancing at Yú Miàoyīn.
Yú Miàoyīn suddenly stepped forward, placing herself between them. "Don’t give him anything! The spirit stones in my account are mine to decide on. You, Supervisor Yú, have been with Linglang Pavilion for a long time; how can you listen to this brat’s nonsense?"
Supervisor Yú lowered his head and stroked his beard, feigning indifference.
Qí Xiāo let out a cold laugh, his voice growing louder. "What’s wrong with me taking back my own spirit stones? If you can’t produce them, that’s one thing, but now you want to renege on the debt?"
"You—"
All eyes turned toward Yú Miàoyīn, and she stammered, unable to find her words, feeling utterly embarrassed. She stomped her foot and forcibly pulled Qí Xiāo into a private room, shutting the door behind them.
"Qí Xiāo, have you had enough of this? You’ve taken all the spirit stones; how am I supposed to buy anything here now?"
"What does that have to do with me? I just want to know when you’ll return my money."
"You’re simply unreasonable! No wonder your master punishes you. How can you compare to Junior Brother Yè? It’s no surprise that the other sisters prefer him over you."
Although Qí Xiāo had anticipated such a reaction, hearing Yú Miàoyīn say it still pierced his heart.
This was the senior sister he had once trusted wholeheartedly—she seemed kind on the surface but revealed her true colors when it came to interests, trampling him down without hesitation. In his past life, he had truly been blind to such a person.
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