Amongst Cultivators, I Stand Above All

228 This Statement Is Wrong

Dazed for a moment, Master Lingxu said with a smile, “My disciple Song Qingfeng, when did you become so hardworking and even know how to secretly refine pills? All these years, Master really didn’t know. Now that he has grown up, Master is very pleased.”

A smile appeared on Song Qingfeng’s face. He waved the fan in his hand slightly, and the hair on his temples fluttered. He looked like a Saint, but what he said next was even more infuriating.

Song Qingfeng said, “Master, you’re wrong. Since when do I need to secretly refine pills? As long as you have enough spirit stones, you can have as many pills as you want.”

Master Lingxu’s face instantly darkened, and he waved his sleeve at Song Qingfeng.

Song Qingfeng’s body glowed with golden light, and he stood still.

Master Lingxu said angrily, “As an alchemist, you’re not refining pills yourself but buying them?! I’m teaching you, and you’re using a magic treasure? Little brat, you’re going to anger your Master to death!”

Although he was cursing fiercely, he did not continue to attack.

Song Qingfeng took out another bottle of pills with a smile and put it in front of Master Lingxu. He said, “Master, don’t be angry. Learning alchemy is for you to make pills for yourself when you need them. You don’t have to serve others. Although I’ll pay for them with spirit stones, that’s one of the conditions, right?”

Master Lingxu looked at the porcelain bottle that Song Qingfeng had just taken out. He scanned it with his spiritual sense and immediately recognized it.

Every single pill in this porcelain bottle was a high-grade pill, and they were all pills that Lingxu had to personally refine.

Master Lingxu was speechless.

For a moment, Master Lingxu did not know if he should continue to be angry.

Master Lingxu looked at Song Qingfeng with a serious expression, and Master Lingxu said, “If your father knew that you were such a prodigal, who knows how he would deal with you!”

Song Qingfeng shook his head and said, “Master, that’s not right. This is all my own money. I didn’t use any of the song family’s money.”

Master Lingxu was silent. As an eighth-tier Alchemist, Master Lingxu’s net worth was not bad, but he did not dare to squander money like this.

However, Song Qingfeng only made pills a few times a year. He obviously did not make money by making pills. Where did he get so many spirit stones?

Not only was Master Lingxu confused, but Liang Yan was even more confused.

Liang Yan was also Master Lingxu’s disciple. Why was the gap between the two so huge?

Every few years when Liang Yan was poor, someone would come to his house to ask for a debt. Everyone in the cultivation world knew about this, but his Junior Brother was so rich.

Liang Yan was really envious.

Liang Yan was prepared to shamelessly ask his Junior Brother how he could earn so many spirit stones before he left.

“Alright,” Master Lingxu said. “You can all go back. Ask Little Xi to come to see me.”

Liang Yan and Song Qingfeng left respectfully. As soon as they left the cave, Liang Yan coughed a few times and looked at Song Qingfeng, not knowing how to ask.

“What do you want?” Song Qingfeng asked directly. You want to borrow spirit stones?”

Liang Yan was speechless.

“No,” Liang Yan shook his head and said, “I just wanted to discuss with Junior Brother about how to make money.”

Song Qingfeng raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, “I’m afraid that you won’t be able to learn my method, Eldest Senior Brother.”

“Why?” Liang Yan asked, unwilling to give up.

“Because you have to have a spirit vein first,” Song Qingfeng said.

Liang Yan was speechless.

If Liang Yan had a spirit vein, why would he have asked so shamelessly?

Wait, Liang Yan suddenly thought of something.

Liang Yan looked at the junior Brother he had known for a hundred years and suddenly had an idea.

Song Qingfeng… He could not possibly have several spirit veins, right?

Once this thought appeared in his mind, he could not suppress it no matter what.

Liang Yan thought that with Song Qingfeng’s daily expenses and behavior, he might really have a few spirit veins.

Liang Yan thought about himself again. Just because he used half of someone else’s spirit vein, he was almost about to sell himself. Liang Yan suddenly felt very tired…

Song Qingfeng suddenly felt cold. He realized that his Senior Brother had been staring at him as if he was a fat sheep.

“Senior Brother,” Song Qingfeng said hurriedly, “I need to go back and cultivate. I’ll leave first.”

Song Qingfeng was not interested in the sect competition.

That little reward was basically insignificant compared to Song Qingfeng’s wallet. How could he care about it?

Song Qingfeng sent a message to Dong Xi as he returned to his cave abode, asking her to go to his Master’s cave abode immediately.

Liang Yan was standing in front of his Master’s cave dwelling, considering whether he should participate in the inter-sect tournament. The rewards were not important, what was important was to win glory for the alchemists.

Dong Xi was sparring with the Senior Brothers of the Sword Sect after receiving Song Qingfeng’s message. She was struck down by the Senior brother’s sword and was forced back dozens of steps, her shoes slightly worn out.