So what! Are you going to kill me?

"If you want to be beaten, just say it directly. Why go around in such a long roundabout way?" Lin Yanqiu put his hand on the Yanling sword at his waist.

Pei Yao threw a bag of spirit stones on the stall of Tianping Sword Sect and said in a low voice: "As far as I know, your sect leader Xie Beijianzun has been missing for half a year. Now the sect may not have a penny. Let's not talk about whether you can afford the spirit stones to maintain the sect protection formation. Let's just talk about your junior brother's medicine jar. Have you saved up the money for this month's medicine?"

Lin Yanqiu tightened his grip on the sword handle, his eyes cold, "What does it have to do with you?"

Pei Yao chuckled, took out the sword box from his storage ring, and weighed it casually: "Do you recognize it?"

How could Lin Yanqiu not recognize the box of the Shuofeng Long Sword? That was his natal sword that he had just sold not long ago.

Seeing that Lin Yanqiu remained silent, Pei Yao continued, "I thought those were all rumors, until I saw this sword, and then I was sure that what those guys said was true."

"As soon as the competition was over, you couldn't wait to sell your natal sword. Are you so short of money?"

"If it were me, I would never give up my natal sword even if I had to sell the sect's jade plaque."

"Lin Yanqiu, I really look down on you."

Pei Yao's every word pierced Lin Yanqiu's lungs. The Yanling Sword seemed to feel unfair for its master, and the sword body made bursts of buzzing sounds. Lin Yanqiu suppressed his temper and repeated: "If you don't want to buy anything, get out. Don't force me to beat you in front of so many people."

"How about I give you an idea?" Pei Yao was determined to make things difficult for him. He leaned slowly on the dining table, and several of the books on the table immediately fell to the ground: "Your Tianping Sword Sect will be disbanded and merged into our Quren Sect."

"The Guiyun Mountain where we are is very big. We are sure that we can accept all the disciples of your sect. However, those disciples with mediocre qualifications can only serve as errands for our sect. But that is better than being hungry and full at your place, don't you think?"

"Why are you looking at me like that? I'm giving you advice out of kindness, but you mustn't be ungrateful! Inner disciples of the Blade Sect don't need to set up stalls or sell their own natal swords to make a living. Are you really not going to consider it?"

As Pei Yao's number one lackey, Yu Mianren immediately did his utmost to add fuel to the fire. He casually pulled out a notebook at the bottom and started reading: "The man's eyes were three parts cold, five parts disdainful, and two parts arrogant. He said in a loud voice - with only 100,000 spirit stones, he actually wanted to support me. How shameless!"

"Eh? What are you doing? I haven't finished reading it yet!"

"This is the first time I've read such a cliché book, hahahahahaha——"

Lin Yanqiu snatched back "Rejecting the White, Rich and Beautiful Girl a Thousand Times" and was about to draw his sword to fight back. The voice of praise behind him stopped him in his tracks: "Great! You can actually read an avant-garde novel here that combines many elements such as 'one night husband and wife can't tell who is who, wife runs away with the baby, and returns after many years to recognize the wrong father'!"

"The plot is bloody, the plot is full of ups and downs, and the emotions are all eye-catching. Especially the mental state and the incredible brain circuits of the male and female protagonists are portrayed so well! If there is any normal person, he would not be so sad for more than 500 chapters."

"Boss, how much is this book? I want it."

This was the first time that Lin Yanqiu's book received such positive feedback. His anger instantly subsided. He turned to look at Jin Cancan: "Do you really think it's good?"

Jin Cancan didn't know that she was Lin Yanqiu's first reader, so she immediately gave him a thumbs up and said, "Based on my ten years of experience as a reader, your book is definitely a best-selling and explosive work that will create a new genre in this era!"

"If I see your work on the Rotten Persimmon app, I will definitely give it away without hesitation to show my love for it."

Lin Yanqiu didn't understand what it meant to be motivated by love, but judging from the golden, upright and determined thumbs up, the other party really loved his books.

His sword-like eyes flashed with a fascinating light. Just as he was about to present his work to this first soulmate, Pei Yao interrupted him and said, "Judging from your attire, you must be from a poor and remote place. Of course, a frog in a well with a shortsighted mind will enjoy reading any crappy book."

Yu Mianren also said sarcastically: "Do you know who the author of this book is? It was written by Lin Yanqiu, the inner disciple of Tianping Sword Sect. Although the content is nonsense, but for the three words "Lin Yanqiu", it should be worth at least twenty high-grade spirit stones, right?"

As if Jin Cancan didn't understand the sarcasm in the other party's words, she immediately took out twenty high-quality spirit stones and stuffed them into Lin Yanqiu's hand: "You are right, the price is quite reasonable."

All three of them crashed.

"No?! You really spent twenty high-grade spirit stones to buy a crappy storybook?!"

Yu Mianren was the first to break his voice. Couldn't this guy tell that he was praising Lin Yanqiu? Twenty high-grade spirit stones were enough to buy a high-grade earth-level secret book! Even if you have a lot of money, you can't use it like this, right?

Pei Yao quickly took a look at Jin Cancan - she was wearing a gray coarse cloth coat that was washed to a pale color, black boots that were almost worn out, and her black hair was tied up with a tattered piece of cloth. She had no decoration at all. The only thing that was noticeable was the storage ring on her hand, which was not a high-end item.

This man exudes the aura of "I'll just do it if I have a bad life", and he doesn't look like he can take out twenty high-grade spirit stones... Pei Yao asked suspiciously: "Do you know how much you can buy with twenty high-grade spirit stones?"

Lin Yanqiu was also startled, and quickly took out a top-grade spirit stone, and handed the rest to Jin Cancan: "One is enough! I am getting a bargain by taking one top-grade spirit stone. You can also take the storage bag and the fine iron sword."

Lin Yanqiu just thought that this was all of Jin Cancan's belongings. Although he really needed money, he would not use other people's money to fill the hole.

Jin Cancan only took the storage bag and the fine iron sword: "Art is priceless, and twenty high-quality spirit stones are nothing to me."

"I'm really optimistic about these storybooks. When are you going to release them? Do you have any partners?"

Lin Yanqiu was stunned. Writing storybooks was just his hobby. He accidentally brought "Rejecting the White, Rich and Beautiful Girl a Thousand Times" to the stall. He felt ashamed when he read it and never thought about selling it. He said honestly, "I don't have a partner. My fellow apprentices think reading storybooks is a waste of time."

Besides...it's just a storybook, it can only be sold for a dozen coppers at most, and people in the world of immortal cultivation are all focused on cultivation, so few people will pay for it, right?

Jin Cancan's eyes lit up: "How about partnering with me? I'll pay for the printing and hire people to sell it, and we'll split the profits 50-50."