Junior Uncle is too cunning.

After spending half a year in the weapon-refining room, Chen Fusheng finally completed his weapon-refining plan and walked out towards the Spirit Treasure Pavilion. He was spotted by Yang Fugui as soon as he arrived at the entrance and came running over excitedly.

"Junior Uncle, why are you only coming out now! My master has been waiting for you for half a year. He's on the second floor right now. I'll take you there."

Chen Fusheng knew why. As soon as he got to the second floor, he saw Tianxing standing at the door, who said to him happily, "Junior Brother Fusheng, you've really put me in a bind! If you hadn't come out, I would have gone in to look for you."

Yang Fugui bowed to Tianxing, who nodded and said, "You can go now. Don't let anyone disturb us."

As soon as Chen Fusheng sat down with Tianxing, Tianxing launched into a long tirade of complaints. Only after Tianxing had finished speaking did Chen Fusheng give Tianxing a wry smile. He admitted that he had acted somewhat unfairly, shifting all the blame for the "Wuliangye" incident onto the other party, yet the person had disappeared for half a year. However, in his guess, the real reason for this was probably no more than three-tenths of the complaint; the main issue was likely still "Wuliangye."

“It was my fault, junior brother. I won’t explain further. If you need anything in the future, senior brother, just let me know. I will definitely help if I can. I won’t say anything more,” Chen Fusheng said, using a strategy of retreat to advance. Although he knew that if he simply took out “Wuliangye”, everything would be settled. It was just a matter of a few bottles.

However, since I had already given five bottles last time, giving more would make "Wuliangye" seem less precious, so I had to get Tianxing to ask for it first.

Tianxing has a thousand years of cultivation. As soon as Chen Fusheng said this, he knew that there was no chance of getting something for nothing. Although the other party had promised a favor, whether or not he could help would depend on the other party's mood. So sometimes, a favor should be used as soon as possible, otherwise it would be worthless.

Tianxing laughed at Chen Fusheng and leaned back. "It's not as serious as you make it out to be, Junior Brother. Although the elders were a bit too eager, I smoothed things over for you. Given my status, the elders will still give me some face. Don't take it to heart, Junior Brother."

Chen Fusheng quickly stood up and gave a slight bow to express his gratitude. Tianxing accepted the bow generously, which meant that the matter was over and the main event was about to begin.

After Tianxing and Chen Fusheng sat down, Tianxing pondered for a moment, then deliberately showed a troubled expression on his face. Chen Fusheng asked with feigned concern, "Senior brother, you look troubled. Is there something you're having trouble with? I'm not sure if I can help you."

Tianxing smiled sheepishly and slowly said, "Junior brother, you really can help with this. I'm not afraid you'll laugh at me, but ever since I drank the 'Wuliangye' you left behind last time, my bottleneck that I've had for so many years has actually started to shake a little. It's all thanks to you that I'm so amazing."

It's been half a year, and of all the wine you drank, only one and a half bottles were taken by the elders to study; the rest all ended up in my stomach, but I'm still stuck here.

"What I mean is, do you have any extra wine? You could give me a few bottles. Of course, I won't let you suffer any loss; this is a small collection I've accumulated over the years. Take whatever you like."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Tianxing impatiently dumped out a huge pile of things, covering the entire second floor. It was dazzling, making Chen Fusheng's heart flutter with excitement. "As expected of a celestial being who has cultivated for a thousand years, his wealth is almost comparable to that of a true immortal. It seems that the Lingbao Pavilion is quite lucrative!"

He muttered a few complaints in his heart, but stood up and tried to dissuade them. After a few words of polite refusal, Chen Fusheng said with difficulty, "I do have a batch of stock from a few years ago. As you know, my senior brothers and sisters are very close to me. I gave them some, and also gave some to my master. I took out all the remaining 'Wuliangye' liquor for this operation. My master specifically instructed me to do so before I came."

And you, senior brother, have indeed been generous to me. Look at this situation, how about this: anyway, this wine is going to be bought for you, senior brother. As for what happens afterward…

"Junior brother, I know nothing about this, what do you say?"

Chen Fusheng looked at Tianxing with a troubled expression. Tianxing's face twitched slightly. He cursed inwardly, "Little fox." How could the price he got from you be the same as the price he sold it for? Moreover, once he entered the Lingbao Pavilion, even if he wanted to use it himself, he would have to get it at the market price. But on his face, he said with a grateful expression, "Then I thank you very much, junior brother."

Forcing them is definitely not an option. The other party is now capable of refining "Wuliangye," a type of liquor that is useful to Celestial Immortals and True Immortals. They must be highly regarded and have a prominent position in the Lingbao Pavilion. Moreover, since they can now refine liquor that is suitable for Celestial Immortals and True Immortals, what if they can refine something even better?

For example, Xuanxian, Jinxian...

Nobody can say for sure, and the other party has the sect leader as a backer, so we can't afford to offend them at all.

Chen Fusheng said a few modest words, chatted for a while, and then exchanged this batch of "Wuliangye" liquor with Tianxing for some of Tianxing's treasures and a large number of spirit stones before leaving Lingbao Pavilion.

Yang Fugui walked in, glanced at his master, and asked curiously, "Master, what's wrong? Is there a problem?"

Tianxing glanced at him and slowly said, "Your junior uncle is quite a character. Remember not to provoke him in the future, or even I won't be able to save you."

"Master, how is this possible? He's just a mere mortal realm disciple, you..."

"Enough? Do you know what he just bought?" Tianxing interrupted Yang Fugui, asking sternly.

"A top-grade Spirit Recovery Pill, a level four healing talisman, a level four Vajra Talisman, a level four defensive formation... Do you know what this means?"

Yang Fugui quickly pondered the function of these things, and after a while, he exclaimed in disbelief, "Could it be that he's about to break through? Impossible! He's only at the second level of the Dao Integration stage, far from becoming an immortal!"

"Hmph, at least you're not stupid. Level 2 of Dao Integration? Who said that? Only he knows exactly how many levels he is. Even if he really is only at Level 2 of Dao Integration, why would he buy so many things?"

There are only two explanations: either he is an extremely confident genius, or he has been hiding his true self all along. As the sect leader's disciple, how could he be an ordinary person?

"Wealth, you must understand. For a competent businessman, a keen eye and a bit of cleverness are enough. But to become a celestial merchant, these are far from sufficient. You can use tactics, you can use your silver tongue, but these are merely techniques. Character and integrity are the foundation, the true path. Because how many fools can truly become immortals? Techniques ultimately become inferior. You need to think this through carefully."

As he slowly walked out, he suddenly stopped, turned back to look at Yang Fugui standing there, shook his head, and said, "He still hasn't had enough experience." He continued, "By the way, Donghai Town was short of a manager a few days ago, and I recommended you. Get ready these next couple of days and go there to get some training." He patted Yang Fugui's shoulder heavily, then turned and left.

Fortunately, Chen Fusheng didn't hear what Tianxing said; he would probably be shocked and give her a thumbs up!

Back home, I didn't practice any cultivation. I had a good sleep and woke up early the next day. Then I pulled some weeds, fed the chickens and fish, and calmly finished my morning prayers.

He then went to check on Ling Xian'er and Lu Ling'er, gave them a few earnest words of advice, left two storage bags, and turned to leave.

Lu Ling'er watched Chen Fusheng fly straight away, scratched her head, and asked with some confusion, "Xian'er, do you feel that something is wrong with Martial Uncle?"

"I think you don't want to copy it, so hurry up and write it. Your master just asked me to supervise you," Ling Xian'er said, unusually speaking so much.

"Ah, Xian'er, you're lying to me, aren't you? You can't do this to me, we've shared a bed..."

Xian'er decisively covered Ling'er's foul mouth. After a few playful squabbles, Ling'er, looking distressed, began her lifelong penalized calligraphy practice on the table. Xian'er looked out the door with a hint of worry on her face. She wasn't talkative, but she wasn't stupid. Although her junior uncle Chen Fusheng was a bit strange, he was genuinely good to her and Ling'er and very considerate. She just didn't quite understand his methods of showing concern, but she could feel that Chen Fusheng truly cared for them.

She couldn't help with her uncle's affairs, but she hoped he could finish his business smoothly and return safely.

Afterwards, Chen Fusheng went to the place where Dao Ling was in seclusion and stayed for a while. He originally wanted to go to Lingyu Cave to say goodbye, but then he thought better of it. He just respectfully kowtowed three times in a secluded place, stared at it for a while, and the image of Lingyu Zhenren and himself together floated in his mind. He smiled and said softly, "Master, this disciple will take his leave now. I'll come back to drink with you when I return. If I can't come back... well, at least we won't have to say goodbye. Goodbye!"

After saying that, he turned around and left. After leaving the sect, he looked back one last time, found his direction, and transformed into a beam of light, quickly disappearing.

In the Lingyu Cave on Yuanyang Peak, Master Lingyu sat cross-legged on a futon, his face filled with relief, his eyes tinged with reluctance and affection. He slowly closed his eyes, and after a long while, a sigh escaped his lips, filled with helplessness. "Crossing the tribulation is difficult, crossing the tribulation is difficult. You can only cross it yourself, and you can only cross it yourself. Little Jiu, this is all up to you..."

I hope I don't end up like the fifth brother...