Qin Xueyan's face was practically turning black.
She had just drawn more than thirty Qi Recovery Talismans, leaving her shoulders, neck, and arms aching and sore, and the moment this little scoundrel came back, he wanted her to draw another fifty!
Did he really take her for his beast of burden?
What was most infuriating was that she hadn't even eaten yet!
Thinking of the delicious delicacies she had eaten over the past two days, Qin Xueyan's stomach felt completely empty, and her irritation grew.
Fang Yang smiled, pulling out a cloth bag containing a fresh piece of mutton.
"Wife, I just bought this. You haven't eaten yet, have you? Go ahead and draw your talismans, and I'll roast some mutton skewers for you."
Qin Xueyan asked curiously, "Mutton skewers?"
"Cut the mutton into small pieces, thread them onto iron skewers, roast them over charcoal until golden brown, sprinkle with cumin, brush with soy sauce and chili powder, then top with chopped green onions. Hold the skewer horizontally in your mouth and take a bite—tear! One savory, delicious bite of roasted mutton after another. The flavor... tsk tsk tsk!"
"There's a way of eating like this?"
Qin Xueyan was already feeling a bit hungry, and at Fang Yang's description, her stomach let out an involuntary rumble.
She immediately took the stack of blank talisman paper, sat down, and started drawing talismans.
"Thank you for your hard work, Rou'er. Husband will go make you something to eat."
With that, Fang Yang picked up the mutton and went into the kitchen. Before long, the sizzling sound of roasting meat and rich aromas drifted out.
"Wife, by the time you finish the talismans, the meat will be just about ready."
Hearing Fang Yang's words, Qin Xueyan unconsciously sped up her movements.
*I'm only doing this so that this little scoundrel can earn spirit stones, buy spirit marrow to aid his cultivation, and take me to Tianhuan City all the sooner.*
*It's definitely not to eat some stupid mutton skewers!*
Qin Xueyan repeatedly convinced herself in her heart that she was doing this for the bigger picture and not out of gluttony. With her mind thus settled, in less than an hour, all fifty Qi Recovery Talismans were finished.
Fang Yang came out carrying a rectangular plate holding dozens of fragrant, mouth-watering skewers.
"Must be starving, Rou'er. Dig in."
Qin Xueyan felt a secret resentment. *This little scoundrel, he finished them the moment I stopped drawing. He definitely did it on purpose.*
*Truly hateful!*
Yet on her face, she appeared gentle and docile. "Thank you, Husband!"
She looked at the skewers on the plate, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Husband, where are the chopsticks?"
Fang Yang said, "Mutton skewers don't need chopsticks! You have to hold them to get the real flavor. Watch."
With that, he grabbed a skewer, held it horizontally against his mouth, bit off a chunk of the golden-brown roasted mutton, chewed vigorously, and nodded repeatedly.
"Crispy without being burnt, crunchy on the outside and tender on the inside, savory and spicy. In a word: superb!"
Seeing him eating with grease all over his mouth, Qin Xueyan found it unseemly, but looking at the golden, crispy roasted meat, she finally couldn't resist the temptation. She extended a fair, slender hand and picked up a skewer.
Imitating Fang Yang, she held it horizontally against her lips, parted her mouth, and bit off a piece. Her rosy, tender lips were instantly stained with grease, and the corners of her mouth smeared yellow, ruining a good half of her immortal-like aura.
Yet Qin Xueyan had no leisure to care. Her beautiful eyes lit up, and she couldn't help crying out crisply:
"Delicious!"
Her smiling face was full of pleasant surprise, looking utterly charming and naive. Fang Yang found it quite amusing.
The fairy had finally been stained with the dust of the mortal world.
Unaware that her current appearance lacked any refinement, Qin Xueyan quickly finished one skewer and reached out to grab another.
These mutton skewers were simply too flavorful. When she returned to Biyue Peak one day, she would definitely order the chef to learn this dish!
And that twice-cooked pork, Mapo tofu, stir-fried pork kidneys, boiled beef, and fish head tofu soup—they all had to be learned!
"Wife, I feel that just setting up a stall in the market isn't enough. We need to find a place where women gather in the greatest numbers and news spreads the fastest, so they can learn the wonder of the Yueshu Talisman and spread the word for us automatically. Only then will our doors be packed with customers and our business flourish."
Fang Yang said as he ate his skewers.
Qin Xueyan only understood cultivation and knew nothing about business. Hearing this, she looked up at Fang Yang with a blank expression, her little mouth slightly pouting.
Knowing she wouldn't understand, Fang Yang explained, "This is called publicity!"
Swallowing the roasted meat in her mouth, Qin Xueyan asked with half-understanding, "Word of mouth?"
Fang Yang smiled. "My wife is truly brilliant!"
Qin Xueyan asked, "Where is this place where women gather and news spreads the fastest?"
Fang Yang smiled without answering.
Discontent stirred in Qin Xueyan's heart. Who leaves their sentences half-finished?
Still, she kept a docile and obedient expression, lowering her head to quietly eat her skewers.
After finishing the mutton skewers, Qin Xueyan continued playing the role of the virtuous wife, taking the initiative to wash the dishes.
Late in the night, the two went to bed to rest.
Having shared a bed for the past two nights, today they were both quite used to it.
Each lay on their own half—one lying on their side facing the wall, the other facing the door.
Sleeping back-to-back.
Qin Xueyan was still in her menstrual period, but having just eaten her fill and wearing the Yueshu Talisman, she felt much more comfortable than the night before.
She gently massaged her lower abdomen, recalling the taste of the mutton skewers.
*This little scoundrel isn't entirely useless after all.*
*Oh well, I might consider sparing his life in the future.*
The next day.
Qin Xueyan stayed home to continue drawing talismans, while Fang Yang went to Panhuan Courtyard as usual in the morning to cultivate.
Arriving at Panhuan Courtyard, he took a seat in Zhang Chunjiu's courtyard, where dozens of junior disciples had already arrived.
A door opened, and Zhang Chunjiu stepped out with his hands behind his back, his complexion rosy and his face glowing with vitality.
A thought stirred in Fang Yang's heart, recalling the pretty figure that had flashed through Zhang Chunjiu's room the other day.
Huang-grade disciples were permitted to practice Dual Cultivation Harvesting. Zhang Chunjiu had taken two wives and concubines, both used for his harvesting.
As for whether his relationship with Zheng Chengdan's concubine was mutual dual cultivation or unilateral harvesting, there was no way of knowing.
Fang Yang didn't dwell on it. Raising his own cultivation as quickly as possible was the most important thing right now.
Zhang Chunjiu casually checked everyone's cultivation homework, offered a few words of instruction, and then told them to cultivate on their own.
Fang Yang closed his eyes, sat cross-legged, and began running the Black Jade Formula modified by Qin Xueyan.
Two hours later, his cultivation had improved slightly, and the barrier leading to the Qi Refinement 3rd Layer was vaguely visible.
Fang Yang was secretly pleased. This was even without the help of spirit marrow.
Once he made some money after a while and bought enough spirit marrow, he would surely break through the barrier and reach the Qi Refinement 3rd Layer.
*This kid Fang Yang, his cultivation seems to have improved a bit?*
Zhang Chunjiu stood with his hands behind his back, his expression solemn as his gaze swept over Fang Yang with a hint of surprise.
Then he shook his head again.
*Anyway, this piece of trash isn't going to live much longer anyway, why bother caring about him?*
Today's cultivation session ended, and Fang Yang left Panhuan Courtyard, heading for Caihuan Street, the most bustling street in Yunyu Town.
The place in Yunyu Town where women gathered in the greatest numbers and news spread the fastest was right on this street.
At this moment, Caihuan Street was bustling and noisy, especially in front of a gorgeous, extravagant five-colored building where people constantly streamed in and out.
Zonghuan Tower.
The only brothel in Yunyu Town.
Naturally, it was the place with the most women and the fastest-spreading news.
In the past, junior disciples like Fang Yang wouldn't have had the money to spend here, but today Fang Yang wasn't here to spend money—he was here to make it.
"Little brother, are you looking to learn how to seek the Dao? Come find sister, sister will teach you!"
"Little brother, don't listen to her! Her path is overgrown with weeds and hard to find. Sister's path is smooth and clean, much more comfortable to walk!"
Standing in front of Zonghuan Tower before he could even step inside, Fang Yang was already approached by several heavily painted, alluring women who giggled as they dragged him in.
Across from Zonghuan Tower, Qin Xueyan wore a hooded cloak and a long robe, a cold sneer on her face.
*As expected of a demonic sect scoundrel—so dissolute and shameless!*