Transmigration: Reverse Exploitation, the System Works for Me

On August 14th, Yao Shan personally delivered an extremely generous Mid-Autumn Festival gift to Liuhe Temple.

At that time, Xi Qiao was urging Yun Fu and Feng Sheng to practice lightness skills—carrying 30 kilograms of weight up and down Wangyun Mountain.

Although Yun Fu was young, he was very hardworking and persistent, while Feng Sheng was not. He was lazy and unwilling to endure hardship, and had long been complaining and wailing.

Yao Shan heard faint howling at the foot of the mountain and wondered what was going on. When she reached the mountainside, she saw Yun Fu, who was sweating profusely but still gritting her teeth and persevering, and Feng Sheng, who was far behind her, howling incessantly and wishing he could collapse on the ground immediately.

Oh, practicing martial arts.

But shouldn't this situation be changed?

Yao Shan quickly understood. No wonder the nine-year-old Miss Yun (who mistakenly thought Yun Fu was the original body) was the senior sister, while the nearly thirty-year-old Taoist Feng Sheng was the junior brother.

"Brother Yao."

Yun Fu greeted them in a barely audible voice and continued practicing her martial arts.

Feng Sheng stopped abruptly, his eyes shining as he looked at him:

"Lord Yao!"

"It's an honor to have Lord Yao grace us with his presence. This humble Taoist will show you the way, please."

Yao Shan: ...Using me as an excuse to be lazy?

"Well... then I'll have to trouble you, Taoist priest."

Although it's not good to disturb others' practice, this person is just too lazy to resist.

Feng Sheng was very satisfied with his understanding and smiled broadly: "It's alright, it's alright, Lord Yao is no outsider."

Upon entering the temple, Xi Qiao glanced at Feng Sheng with a half-smile.

Feng Sheng's heart tightened, and he quickly flattered, "Senior brother, please don't be offended. Lord Yao is a guest from afar, and it wouldn't be right if there wasn't even someone to serve him tea."

He wasn't being lazy; he was just being polite.

Xi Qiao ignored him and waved his hand, signaling him to get lost.

"I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Brother Yao."

Yao Shan laughed heartily: "Brother Yu, don't say that. Master Fengsheng's ambitions lie elsewhere."

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Yao Shan explained his purpose:

“His Highness Prince Huan has already understood the message that Brother Yu asked Master Fengsheng to convey the other day, but he still has some questions, so he specially sent me to ask Brother Yu for some more advice in person.”

"Brother Yao, please speak."

"Firstly, the death of a master may affect the person taking the medicine."

Xi Qiao shook his head: "No."

"Secondly, how many pills can be made from three drops of heart's blood? How much time should be allowed between two blood draws?"

Xi Qiao's eyelids twitched. What did that mean?

Is King Huan planning to squeeze every last drop out of a grandmaster?

"If the ginseng is of superior quality, three drops of blood can yield up to twelve pills. It is best to have a three-month interval between blood collections."

"Thirdly, the closeness of the patient to the blood-donating master. What kind of closeness is this? Brother Yu, could you explain it in detail?"

The intimacy story, though fabricated by Xi Qiao, isn't exactly a lie.

Anyone with a conscience, knowing that the power they receive comes from the selfless dedication of others, will inevitably feel goodwill towards them.

Isn't liking someone just about being close to them?

Xi Qiao pointed to Feng Sheng, who was carrying tea and fruit, and said, "I have not taken this pill, so I cannot answer Brother Yao's question. Why don't you let Feng Sheng tell Brother Yao?"

Yao Shan looked surprised. Master Fengsheng had also taken it?

But upon closer examination, the Taoist priest's lazy practice and his refined internal strength, which was far more than ten years old, seem to be the only explanation that makes sense.

Feng Sheng placed two cups of tea in front of the two men, then sat down at the table himself, reaching out to pick a grape and popping it into his mouth.

"Ah, this? I can't really explain it. I just feel incredibly close to my senior brother. Whatever he says is right, and I'll do whatever he asks. I wish I could be within ten feet of him all the time."

"This last point is probably because at this distance, one can improve without cultivating internal energy."

The demonic seed can be nourished within the master's spiritual consciousness.

Ten zhang is precisely the distance at which Xi Qiao can project his divine sense when he is at peace.

Yao Shanlue pondered for a moment: "What if Brother Yu asked you to kill an innocent person?"

Without hesitation, Feng Sheng replied, "Impossible!"

Yao Shan felt a little relieved; thank goodness.

But before he could fully relax, he heard Feng Sheng say decisively:

“How could the person my senior brother wants to kill be innocent? Even if everyone says he's a good person, he must be a hypocrite! He pretends to be a saint on the surface, but he's done all sorts of dirty and despicable things in secret!”

Yao Shan's breath hitched, and he felt an unbearable tightness in his chest.

Xi Qiao chuckled lightly: "Brother Yao, don't worry. Feng Sheng is like this for two reasons: first, he has been in contact with me for too long and has been deeply influenced by me; second, we are fellow disciples and are much closer than others."

With the demonic seed imprinted in Feng Sheng's mind, he naturally always puts Xi Qiao first and obeys Xi Qiao's orders in everything he does.

“I have some idea of ​​what King Huan and Brother Yao are worried about, but there is a way to deal with this kind of closeness. As long as we separate the two sides and prevent them from having contact or staying in the same place, it will not be a big problem.”

She paused slightly, then said hesitantly:

"If the two are separated from the day they start taking the medicine, this closeness should be minimized, and even if they occasionally meet later, it won't cause any trouble."

Yao Shan exhaled a breath of stale air; this was actually the last question he wanted to ask.

Since this kind of unreasonable intimacy can be curbed, then nothing else matters.

"Thank you for your kind advice, Brother Yu."

Yao Shan solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute:

"His Highness Prince Huan also asked me to convey a message to Brother Yu that everything needed to refine the Jade Dew Ginseng Pill has been prepared. I wonder where Brother Yu intends to start refining the medicine?"

"Please ask Brother Yao to inform Prince Huan that a secluded courtyard will suffice. I will take Feng Sheng there after the Mid-Autumn Festival."