Oh no! My grandmother made me shoulder the responsibility for eight households!

Chapter 479 The Corpse Refining Sect's Plea for Peace

The night before the auction.

Lin Chen was drinking tea in the backyard, slumped in his chair, thinking about whose card he would choose that night.

"Tsk."

Lin Chen took a sip of tea, put down the teacup, and said without turning his head, "Come out, don't strain yourself."

A figure suddenly appeared out of nowhere, three zhang behind them.

He wore a gray robe, his hair was loose, and his face was expressionless. If you didn't look at him, you would mistake him for a sword.

Lin Chen rolled his eyes and said:

"You came all this way, but you did it sneakily. Anyone who didn't know better would think you came to stab me."

Dugu Qiubai sat down opposite Lin Chen, picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup, gulped it down, and put the cup down.

"The tea is alright."

Lin Chen glanced at Dugu Qiubai a few times.

He was a mid-stage Celestial Immortal, but his aura was so powerful it defied logic; he was like a sword that concealed its sharpness.

"Is your injury fully healed?" Lin Chen asked, raising an eyebrow.

Dugu Qiubai nodded, poured himself another cup, and downed it in one gulp.

Lin Chen poured him another cup, and Dugu Qiubai downed it in one gulp.

Lin Chen was speechless: "...Are you here to drink tea or quench your thirst?"

"To quench my thirst." Dugu Qiubai finally put down his cup. "I've been traveling for three days and haven't had a single drop of water."

Lin Chen was amused and picked up the teapot to fill Dugu Qiubai's cup.

This time, Dugu Qiubai didn't gulp it down. He picked it up and sipped it slowly, his eyes scanning the moonlight in the courtyard.

"When you arrived in Zhongzhou, didn't the Corpse Refining Sect cause you any trouble?"

Lin Chen chuckled lightly: "They'd love to, but I'd rather they had the guts."

Dugu Qiubai's lips twitched; it was still that familiar taste.

The two of them just sat there, drinking tea, neither of them saying a word.

After a while, Dugu Qiubai finally managed to utter a sentence, "Is everything alright at home?"

Lin Chen glanced at Dugu Qiubai with surprise, then smiled:

"It's great, I've had a few new children, they're so adorable."

Although they are summoned characters, they all have their own thoughts and experiences.

Lin Chen didn't treat them as NPCs, but as friends, or even seniors and "family".

Dugu Qiubai forced a smile. "Very good!"

Lin Chen smiled and refilled Dugu Qiubai's tea.

Dugu Qiubai picked up the glass and downed it in one gulp.

Lin Chen continued.

It's so boring.

"Could you drink it a little slower? I finally managed to get this tea from Yan Ruyu."

"It's something I got along with, so I don't feel bad about it."

"...Fine, you're right."

The two of them drank and chatted idly.

Which liquor in Zhongzhou is the strongest? Which sect's female disciples are the most exciting? Which sect leader is the worst?

Dugu Qiubai spoke little, but every word he uttered hit the nail on the head.

For him to pay attention to these things, it means he truly cares about Lin Chen's hobbies.

Lin Chen held his cup, looking at Dugu Qiubai, his mind perfectly clear.

Just then, two people strolled in through the moon gate.

The leader was an old man in black, with a face as white as tree bark and deep-set eyes, looking like he had crawled out of a grave.

Following behind was a middle-aged man with a face as white as paper and eyes that gleamed green.

It was Shi Tian, ​​the Supreme Elder of the Corpse Refining Sect, who had followed Dugu Qiubai all the way, and whose cultivation was at the late stage of the Heavenly Immortal realm.

The Supreme Elder, Corpse Tyrant, possesses the cultivation level of a peak Celestial Immortal.

The two strode to the stone table and bowed to each other.

Shi Tian spoke first, his voice hoarse like sandpaper grinding iron: "Young Master Lin."

Lin Chen nodded: "Sit down."

He had already spotted the two of them and wasn't surprised by their appearance.

Neither of them dared to sit down.

Dugu Qiubai held his teacup, not even lifting his eyelids.

Shi Tian glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, his eyes filled with a complex mix of hatred, fear, and a tiny bit of admiration.

"Fellow Daoist Dugu." Shi Tian cupped his hands in greeting again.

Dugu Qiubai ignored him and continued drinking his tea.

Shi Tian wasn't annoyed. He took out a dark wooden box from his sleeve and placed it on the stone table with both hands.

The box was plain and sealed tightly, emanating a faint smell of death.

"Young Master Lin, this is a small token of our appreciation from the Corpse Refining Sect. Please accept it with a smile."

Lin Chen glanced at it and asked, "What's that?"

"The Soul-Returning Grass." Shi Tian paused, lowering his voice slightly.

"The Ten Thousand Year Resurrection Grass: As long as a person's soul hasn't dissipated after death, this thing can bring the soul back. Its upper limit is True Monarch."

Lin Chen's fingers paused for a moment.

The Eternal Resurrection Grass, the Ultimate True Lord?

In other words, if someone below the level of a True Lord dies, as long as their soul remains, they can be retrieved.

You won't find another one like this in the entire Central Plains.

The Corpse Refining Sect really went to great lengths to get this thing out.

"What are the conditions?" Lin Chen asked.

Shi Tian glanced at Dugu Qiubai.

"I wish to sue for peace with Fellow Daoist Dugu." He paused, his tone sincere.

"My sect and Fellow Daoist Dugu don't have any deep-seated hatred; it's just some misunderstandings."

Now that a great calamity is imminent, although our Corpse Refining Sect is an evil path, we also know that when the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact.

Therefore, I hope that Fellow Daoist Dugu, considering the impending calamity, will turn hostility into friendship.

Shi Tian spoke sincerely and adopted a humble attitude.

The sect leader's death, the destruction of half the sect, and the lives of more than a dozen branch sects and tens of thousands of disciples.

It's not easy to let go of something so easily.

Lin Chen stared at Shi Tian for two seconds. The other party's eyes were open and honest, without any attempt to dodge or evade.

Lin Chen turned to look at Dugu Qiubai.

Dugu Qiubai glanced at Lin Chen, then nodded. "Alright!"

Since Shi Tian has adopted such a humble attitude, if he continues to be aggressive, it would make him seem a bit narrow-minded.

Shi Tian was stunned for a moment, then bowed deeply, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Dugu."

He then turned to Lin Chen and bowed again, saying, "Thank you, Young Master Lin."

If Dugu Qiubai hadn't become increasingly formidable in battle, and if Lin Chen hadn't been so unfathomable, Shi Tian wouldn't have so humbly sought peace.

Lin Chen picked up his teacup and waved his hand:

"I'll take the things. Just don't cause any trouble before the great calamity."

Shi Tian nodded repeatedly, then glanced at Dugu Qiubai.

Dugu Qiubai didn't even look at him; he was still drinking his tea.

Shi Tian and Shi Ba bowed again, then turned and left.

As he approached the Moon Gate, Corpse Tyrant paused, turning back to glance at Lin Chen.

There was fear, resentment, and something else in his eyes that was hard to describe.

Lin Chen didn't even glance at him. He no longer took a mere Celestial Immortal seriously, not even one at the peak of the Celestial Immortal realm.

The two walked away, and the backyard became quiet again.

Dugu Qiubai, holding his cup, suddenly uttered, "They will live to be a hundred years old."

Lin Chen almost choked on his saliva and glanced at Dugu Qiubai.

Dugu Qiubai remained expressionless, as if he hadn't said anything.

Lin Chen was immediately amused and raised his teacup to clink with his.

Dugu Qiubai also picked it up and touched it.

The two drank it all in one gulp.

Lin Chen put down the empty cup, picked up the wooden box on the table, and opened it a crack.

A faint medicinal fragrance wafted out, suppressed by a putrid odor, but beneath the putrid odor was an absurdly rich vitality.

He closed the lid and put it into the storage space.

Dugu Qiubai stood up, dusted off his clothes, and said, "I'm leaving."

"Where are you going?"

"I'll find somewhere to take a nap. There are too many women here; I'm not used to it. See you at the auction tomorrow."

Lin Chen smiled: "You have spirit stones?"

Dugu Qiubai walked to the moon gate without turning around: "No."

"Then what are you filming for?"

"look."

Lin Chen watched the figure disappear behind the moon gate, shook his head, and chuckled.

Then he got up and walked into the house; he had already decided whose card to choose tonight.