He seemed worried Chu Yi might kill the precious herbs and repeatedly suggested sending staff to tend them on-site until they stabilized.
Chu Yi considered it. Having help would indeed be convenient and save him effort, so he agreed readily. In return, he promised Boss Feng that if his supply ever ran short in the future, he could share some appropriately.
Feng Jincheng: “…”
He had been concerned about the herbs dying under Chu Yi’s care, yet Little Bro Chu offered to share some. Was he dreaming?
As mentioned before, Chu Yi had given most of his money to President Yu for a house. After paying the deposit for the herbs, his pockets were empty. Without Boss Feng’s car service, he might not have made it back from the base.
“What are you thinking about?”
“I’m wondering if I can sell antiques tomorrow to make it in time…” Chu Yi said a bit sheepishly. If not, he’d have to borrow from President Yu again.
“Can’t you sell talismans and magical treasures to the Special Affairs Office and those masters?”
“I haven’t had the time. I just got a good piece of jade today, and I plan to refine it into a Qi-Gathering Array Stone to bury in the courtyard.” Of course, turning it all into array stones would be wasteful; he had other plans too…
“Besides, between daily cultivation and classes at Xingyao, I have to work overtime just to keep up. Time is too tight.”
In short, he was too busy for talismans and magical artifacts right now. Flooding the market wasn’t wise either—rarity drove value. What if the Special Affairs Office got used to his generosity and piled on more orders?
No, no way!
“What, no money for food?”
At that, Chu Yi felt even more embarrassed. “Far worse than that…”
He explained how he had ordered a large batch of herbs, paid the deposit, and had nothing left for the balance.
Just moments ago, he was the revered Master; now, he was a broke pauper…
“No need to worry. Kang Zeyu delivered your commission today, plus your signing bonus. It should last you a while—as long as you don’t buy more expensive stuff.”
The Kang Family knew protocol. They understood that hiring a master required payment. Right after Old Master Kang’s funeral, Kang Zeyu had shown up with an Anonymous Card.
He had wanted to meet Chu Yi directly, but President Yu handled it on his behalf.
Chu Yi was delighted. “Really? How much?”
President Yu quoted the amount.
Chu Yi pursed his lips. “Better than nothing.”
He shouldn’t have expected too much generosity from the Kang Family. The money just covered the herb balance—passing through his hands without a scrap left.
President Yu chuckled. “Be content. The Kang Family’s commission to you was only twenty percent less than Master Wuzhen’s, and he brought a bunch of disciples who chanted sutras for days.”
Chu Yi realized that made sense. His visit cost only some True Force, far easier than the old monk.
Fortunately, there was the 50,000 signing bonus from President Yu—after the agent’s cut, no doubt. For his current status, it was preferential treatment.
“Wait, President Yu, how are you… Was I just talking to you?” Chu Yi suddenly realized, his eyes widening slightly at the phone.
He wasn’t surprised President Yu was in his phone again; he was shocked at how naturally they conversed, without any guard up…
Chu Yi glanced at the driver Boss Feng had arranged. Sitting in the back, the man assumed he was video chatting and suspected nothing.
“Of course. Or were you talking to a ghost…?” Yu Qingxian paused. He was pretty much a ghost now.
Chu Yi touched his nose sheepishly and whispered, “I’ll make you something to stabilize your Divine Soul in a few days, though I can’t guarantee it’ll work.”
He hadn’t mentioned it before because they weren’t close. If it failed and his Souls still wandered, it’d ruin his reputation.
But now, with President Yu having seen his blunders multiple times, it was worth a try.
Truth be told, the moment Chu Yi saw that jade, he thought of President Yu. His fingers were fair and slender; Emperor Jade with its lustrous clarity would look perfect on them.
And with that excuse, President Yu wouldn’t misunderstand…
“By the way, I ran into the Old Master today. He said your marriage prospects are hindered. I didn’t notice that. What’s your birth chart? I’ll calculate it for you when I get back…”
Chu Yi was skeptical. It couldn’t be because of him, right? Deep contact with him led to violent deaths, not marriage issues.
President Yu’s fondness for him was vague at best. Better to distance gradually; it wouldn’t escalate to hanging himself on this tree.
Yu Qingxian’s expression changed. “No need. Marriage… Marriage is something you fight for yourself. I don’t think we need to worry too much about it.”
Yu Qingxian lowered his gaze, hiding the complex emotions: Before Chu Yi appeared, he hadn’t cared. After, he cared even less about calculating it.
If Chu Yi said the same as other masters, would it be fate or a polite hint? Either way, he didn’t want to hear it…
Besides, he seemed mild and unambitious, but he trusted himself more!
