Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

However, judging from the value of the divine liquid, it seems to vaguely explain some problems.

The situation outside should be more severe than Fang Lin imagined.

Just like Fang Lin had encountered before, there should be many, many unknown monsters out there!

This world does not seem to be peaceful!

Fang Lin sighed slightly and raised his eyes after a moment.

"You should know that I am already a guest of the Alchemy Paradise, and in the future, except for personal use, the rest of the divine liquid produced will be given to the Alchemy Paradise first."

Liu Yidong had already expected it, "It doesn't matter, we will provide Mr. Fang with the materials he needs, and we will also provide sufficient remuneration. All we need is Mr. Fang's skills. This method should not be included."

Fang Lin's eyes flashed slightly.

That being said, it seems to make sense.

Fang Lin thought for a moment and nodded, "Show your sincerity!"

Liu Yidong raised the corners of his lips movingly.

"Behind Linchun Tower is the Mijin Chamber of Commerce. Young Master may not know the scale of Mijin Chamber of Commerce. If I tell you this, Young Master will probably understand."

"In this Lingfeng Empire, there is only one Linchun Tower. Apart from the Imperial Capital, the other cities in the Lingfeng Empire are not eligible to be admitted!"

Fang Lin took a deep breath and said, "Okay, it's very vivid."

Liu Yidong smiled faintly and continued to speak.

"I am the only daughter of the president of the Chamber of Commerce! Mr. Fang should know that it is a great sincerity for me to come to see you in person!"

"Of course, this is just our attitude!"

Liu Yidong picked up the wine glass, and when Fang Lin saw it, he also picked up the wine glass and touched them gently.

After a glass of wine, Liu Yidong continued to speak.

"After establishing cooperation, Mr. Fang will become a guest of our Chamber of Commerce. There are many benefits of being a guest. The most direct one is that Mr. Fang can enjoy a salary of 10 million spiritual stones every year!"

Ten million!

Fang Lin twitched inside.

Only one bottle of fifth-grade divine liquid can be sold for the value of 100,000 spiritual stones, which makes it one hundred bottles of spiritual liquid!

The Minjin Chamber of Commerce is really a big deal!

Liu Yidong seemed to be smiling but not smiling, "What do you think, Mr. Fang? What you need is just to come to us to refine some spirit quenching liquid when you are short of spirit stones. Will the Gold Enchanting Merchant force you?"

Although Fang Lin's heart was already full of excitement, his face remained calm.

"that's it?"

Liu Yidong was silent for a moment after hearing this, and then he couldn't help but smile.

"As expected of Mr. Fang!"

Anyone else here would have eagerly agreed to such conditions.

Fang Lin seemed to find it uninteresting?

Liu Yidong's eyes stared at Fang Lin's, and he leaned down slightly.

The distance between the two people suddenly narrowed.

"What if... plus me?"

Fang Lin raised his eyebrows.

here we go again?

Is it over yet?

Want to climb into my bed again?

Fang Lin finally couldn't help but laugh.

"Is this what your father meant?"

Liu Yidong stared at Fang Lin steadily, with an inexplicable meaning in his beautiful eyes.

"What if I said, I meant it?"

Fang Lin looked at her with eyes that seemed to be filled with a blazing flame.

Fang Lin paused for a moment and looked away.

"Then it depends on your ability!"

Liu Yidong's eyes narrowed, he closed his eyes slightly and raised the corners of his mouth, then straightened up after a moment.

good!

very good!

There are still some that I can’t take down

man!

Liu Yidong raised his glass, and Fang Lin faced him. The moment he clinked his glass, Liu Yidong suddenly stopped.

"This cup is a toast to our future love!"

Fang Lin paused, smiled lightly, and drank the wine in one gulp.

This Liu Yidong seems very interesting.

After finishing a glass of wine, Liu Yidong turned to look out the window.

Outside, the sky had already darkened, and there were a few stars hanging in the darkness.

The evening breeze blows, refreshing.

Liu Yidong exhaled a long breath.

"I haven't touched anyone from the three major sects. I guess Mr. Fang won't want me to interfere in such a matter."

Fang Lin nodded, "Very good."

"I will stay here for a while. During this period, you can come to me at any time. If nothing else happens, I will always live next door to you!"

Fang Lin's eyes narrowed and he didn't speak.

Liu Yidong turned around, looked at Fang Lin's profile for a moment, and suddenly said, "If there is no second condition, is it possible for Mr. Fang to cooperate?"

Fang Lin paused after hearing this, and after a moment, the corner of his mouth raised slightly.

"What do you think?"

Liu Yidong couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

"Let me guess? Young Master is really a wonderful person!"

"So is the girl!"

Liu Yidong's beautiful eyes narrowed and she couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

Not long after, Liu Yidong left.

Fang Lin still stayed here, staring into the distance quietly, taking a sip of soju from time to time.

The situation is getting more and more interesting.

Fang Lin still spent most of his time in retreat in his room.

After practicing, I would sit on the deck chair by the balcony and meditate quietly with a scroll.

This scroll was obtained from the space ring given to him by the Seventh Prince.

According to the seventh prince, in addition to spiritual stones and elixirs, the ring

The rest of the items come from him personally and are not owned by the royal family.

Including the scroll in his hand, Condensing Sword Technique.

As a fifth-grade spiritual skill, the value of this sword-condensing technique is self-evident. Fang Lin had carefully checked it and found that there was nothing wrong with the sword-condensing technique itself.

If the Seventh Prince had the guts to do anything with spiritual skills, his years as a prince would be in vain.

If he really offended Fang Lin, Fang Lin wouldn't mind if the Lingfeng Empire changed its owner.

Although he can't do it yet, there will always be opportunities.

Fang Lin is no longer that far away from the late stage of Dongxu.

Song Qingge woke up half a month later.

On the balcony, Fang Lin was sitting in a lounge chair, and Song Qingge sat directly on him without any ceremony.

There was a faint barrier surrounding the two of them.

Song Qingge's cultivation has made great progress.

Compared to Fang Lin, Song Qingge's speed was not bad at all.

She is not far away from the late stage of becoming a god.

The weather was sunny, but the temperature outside was not hot. Instead, there was a cool breeze blowing through the window lattice.

The Lingfeng Empire has entered late autumn.

Suddenly, it has been a while since I arrived in Lingfeng City.

The life of a monk is such a waste of time.

Fang Lin naturally placed his hands on the round buttocks in front of him. Song Qingge smiled brightly and said, "I've been holding this in for nearly a month. Master, have you missed me?"

Fang Lin straightened his back slightly, half-smiling, "What do you think?"

Song Qingge was obviously surprised, then rolled his eyes angrily, but stretched out his hand.

"I must feed you today!"

The transparent barrier gradually became blurred, and finally completely cut off the line of sight.

Within the barrier, rhythmic sounds soon appeared.

Late autumn.

Very deep.