Outside the secret room, Ye Song expressionlessly welcomed Han Yun, who arrived by flying boat, into the main hall.
After the two of them sat down, one on the left and the other on the right, Han Yun smiled gently.
He was personable. After playing with the jade flute in his hand for a while, he asked:
"Junior Brother Ye Song, I wonder what you asked your Junior Brother Ji to invite me to come here. What exactly do you mean?"
Ye Song looked at the man in front of him and felt that the smile was so disgusting that he almost couldn't resist the urge to punch the man in the nose.
He took a deep breath, forced back the hatred that almost surged out of his heart, and said in a sinister voice:
"Han Yun, do you still remember when you asked me to go to Yueling Island to kill a mortal?"
When Han Yun heard this, his expression was a little confused:
"Of course I remember, but according to the results I learned later, it seems that you didn't succeed... Junior Brother Ye Song suddenly mentioned this matter, what did you want to express?"
Ye Song sneered:
"Han Yun, when you told me about this, why didn't you explain in advance that Sikong Yueling has advanced to the late stage of Foundation Establishment Realm?"
Han Yun frowned and said: "This...actually, I didn't know that Junior Sister Yue Ling had been promoted at the time, so naturally I couldn't tell you."
Ye Song chuckled twice, without comment, and continued to ask:
"Since you said that, I will believe you for the time being, but...that mortal possesses a defensive magic weapon that can prevent monks in the late stage of the Foundation Establishment from attacking for half a stick of incense. Why don't you explain it to me?"
His tone was a bit solemn:
"I know your character, Han Yun. If you want to kill someone, you will definitely investigate the other person's information first. Don't tell me this. You didn't know it beforehand?"
"This..." Han Yun opened his mouth, and he suddenly found that he could not refute this sentence.
Because he did learn about this from Lin Yan, the undercover agent who was arranged next to Sikong Yueling.
I just didn't expect that the indestructible defensive magic weapon that Lin Yan talked about would actually have the defensive ability to block the attacks of monks in the late stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm.
When he thought of this, Han Yun felt unhappy inside.
Junior Sister Yueling actually dotes on this damn mortal slave to such an extent that she is even willing to protect him with defensive magic weapons of this level.
But... he still fell into his own hands after all.
Han Yun thought of the Earth Splitting Talisman he had activated that night and sneered inwardly.
He looked at Ye Song and saw that the other party looked unkind and his face was extremely gloomy.
Judging from the situation, it was probably because of his wrong intelligence that he failed once, and his anger is still there today.
You still have to find a way to appease the other party.
Thinking of this, Han Yun said helplessly:
"This is indeed my oversight. Junior Brother Ye Song, please don't be angry..."
"You want me not to be angry?"
Ye Song suddenly became emotional. He interrupted Han Yun's words and shouted:
"Do you know how much damage my Ye Song's reputation has suffered after this battle?"
He gritted his teeth and said:
"I have heard the rumors from the disciples outside. They are saying that I, Ye Song, aggressively went to find trouble for a mortal slave. In the end, I was unable to do anything to him and could only return in vain."
These words were actually made up by Ye Song.
The actual situation was not as serious as he said. After all, the person protecting Jiang Fan was also a late-stage Foundation Establishment monk of the same level.
Although he failed to succeed, it was not so embarrassing.
Ye Song's purpose was simply to make the other party feel disgusted. If he could get some benefits from this, that would be great.
Han Yun listened, and actually understood in his heart that Ye Song wanted to blackmail something.
But he did make a mistake, so he could only continue to comfort him:
"Junior Brother Ye Song, don't be impatient. Although you failed to kill Na Fannu, I still give you half of the reward I agreed to before as compensation. What do you think of this?"
When Ye Song heard the reward, his angry face instantly calmed down.
He responded: "Yes, you can, but you have to give it to me now!"
"..."
Han Yun was slightly startled when he saw the speed of Ye Song's change of expression.
His eyes were complicated, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.
But he also knows that this is Ye Song's character. He is straightforward and will be angry with you when he says he is angry with you. But after you compensate him, he can forgive you instantly without any pretense.
Han Yun sighed, and his spiritual sense scanned the spiritual stones in his storage jade bracelet. After counting the number, he took them out and piled them in front of Ye Song.
The originally dark main hall became brighter after being illuminated by this pile of shining spiritual stones.
"These are 2,500 spirit stones. Junior brother Ye Song, please count them."
Ye Song looked at the pile of spiritual stones, his eyes shining.
In Lingxin Valley, the monthly salary a sequence disciple can receive is one hundred spirit stones.
One year, that’s one thousand, two hundred pieces.
The pile of spiritual stones on the ground was equivalent to two years of Ye Song's salary, which was definitely not too little.
He swallowed, scanned it with his spiritual consciousness, and after confirming the quantity and quality, he decisively followed his inner desires and put them all into his storage jade bracelet.
When Han Yun saw the other party's movements, the smile on his face remained unchanged, but the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch.
Don't look at his expression of understatement when he took out these spiritual stones from the storage jade bracelet.
In fact, even with the support of a mysterious force behind him, these are already half of the number of spiritual stones he has stored over the years.
He looked at Ye Song, his heart aching at the same time, and he secretly gritted his teeth.
Take it, take it, these spiritual stones, I will make your Taoist companion Su Yi use her body to compensate me tonight!
In the secret room, Jiang Fan didn't feel anything when he saw the pile of spiritual stones. He only felt that they were particularly beautiful.
Sikong Yueling, on the other hand, was slightly stunned and frowned.
She murmured softly: "It's strange that Han Yun has been in seclusion for three years to reach the crystallization realm. He must have consumed a lot of cultivation resources during this period. How can he still have so many spiritual stones in stock?"
The girl thought for a long time and had no clue at all, so she could only put her questions aside for the time being.
Outside the secret room, Han Yun saw that Ye Song had already pocketed all the spirit stones, and the smile on his face seemed a little stiff.
"Junior brother Ye Song, how about the matter about Na Fannu, it has passed from now on?"
Ye Song had gained an advantage, so he would not continue to pester him. Besides, this was not his purpose today.
However, he found that although he successfully disgusted Han Yun, the latter still had that disgusting smile on his face, and he felt a little inadequate inside.
Ye Song thought for a while and suddenly had another idea.
He coughed dryly and said:
"Since you have this intention, then let this matter be revealed."
He chuckled and continued: "To tell you the truth, I didn't suffer too much at the hands of Sikong Yueling."
"I have been feeling unhappy because of this matter in the past few days, so yesterday morning I secretly went to Yueling Island..."
Facing Han Yun's confused gaze, Ye Song showed him a bright smile.
"Then, I took action and beat one of Sikong Yueling's deacons, who was responsible for managing the affairs of her island, into an idiot."
After saying that, Ye Song asked Han Yun with a stern expression: "Hahaha...Han Yun, do you think I am witty or not?"
Han Yun nodded subconsciously: "Ye Song, as expected of you, your style of doing things is still exactly the same as before..."
When he said this, he suddenly paused. He seemed to think of something in his heart, and his expression slowly solidified.
He took a deep breath and looked at Ye Song again.
"Did you tell you the name of the deacon you beat into an idiot?"
Ye Song pretended to scratch his head, pretending to think.
After a moment, his eyes lit up and he said slowly:
"I remember, he seems to be called...Lin Yan."
