Today, The Villain Couple is Settling Scores Again

Gong Feihong nodded, “That’s right.”

Jian Huan continued, “Among the four great cultivation families, only your Gong family still has an ancestor, but the other three families no longer do, right?”

Gong Feihong nodded once again.

His family’s ancestor was more cautious, having not dared to attempt the Ascension stage for decades. On the other hand, the ancestors of the other three families were bolder, one after another attempting the Ascension stage, and then one after another failing, leading to their tragic deaths.

Jian Huan said, “That’s terrible! Right now, your Gong family is in the lead, so why rush? If anyone should rush, it should be the other two families. Jiang Qiaoqiao’s talent is so outstanding that the other two families fear being overshadowed by the Jiang family. You should focus on your own cultivation and not worry about anything else. If you meddle, both your Gong family and the Jiang family will suffer, while the other two families will profit from the situation. It’s not worth it!”

Gong Feihong suddenly realized, “You’re right! I almost made a mistake!”

He glanced at Hu Zhi.

Hu Zhi knew the situation had shifted and quickly changed his tone, “Junior Sister Jian Huan is right. It was my oversight. I hope Brother Feihong won’t be offended.”

Gong Feihong didn’t mind, “You’re simply looking out for me.”

He and Hu Zhi got along very well and found they had many common interests, with endless topics to talk about.

Hu Zhi looked at Jian Huan with a trace of resentment in his eyes, “Junior Sister Jian Huan is so clever. I’ll have to seek more advice from you in the future.”

Jian Huan waved her hand, “No need to be so polite, Brother Hu Lai.”

Hu Zhi’s mustache twitched with irritation, “I’m not called Brother Hu Lai!”

T/N: Hu Lai sounds like “acting wild” or “reckless.” It’s a word play.

Jian Huan went back to her seat with her bowl, casually responding, “Okay, okay.”

Gong Feihong felt grateful, “Thank you for your kind words, Junior Sister Jian Huan.”

Jian Huan returned to her seat, holding the bowl in her arms, and said perfunctorily, “Yeah, sure.”

Gong Feihong was very grateful in his heart: “Junior Sister Jian Huan, thank you for your kind words.”

“You don’t need to thank me, but as for the leftovers—” Jian Huan pointed to the remaining spiritual dishes on the table, “can you pack them for me?”

Gong Feihong hesitated, “…”

Outside the dining hall, Jian Huan and Gong Feihong waved goodbye. Carrying a bag of spiritual food, she headed towards the Refining Hall.

After these ten days of comprehensive investigation, Jian Huan gained a deeper understanding of Shen Jizhi’s situation.

His poverty was mainly due to encountering an extremely unreliable master, the Peak Master of Tingjian Peak, Gu Shan.

Gu Shan loved good wine and fighting, and over the past hundred years, he had accumulated countless debts. Every few days, someone would come to Yuqing Sect to demand money.

Gu Shan himself managed to escape, but he left behind his direct disciple who couldn’t even control a flying sword.

If it weren’t for Gu Shan’s help in saving him back then, Shen Jizhi would have died alongside his parents at the hands of evil demons. In gratitude, Shen Jizhi had to help repay the debts.

Nowadays, Shen Jizhi earned spiritual stones by moving heavy objects and forging iron in the Refining Hall.

At the entrance of the Refining Hall, Jian Huan raised her head and beckoned to Shen Jizhi, who was carrying a large pile of spiritual iron, “Hey, Shen Jizhi!”

Furrowing his handsome eyebrows, Shen Jizhi handed the spiritual iron to a junior disciple in need and walked towards Jian Huan, “What’s the matter?”

Jian Huan handed him the spiritual food.

Shen Jizhi said, “I don’t need it. You eat it.”

Jian Huan replied, “I’ve already eaten. These are the leftovers.”

Shen Jizhi repeated, “I don’t need it.”

Jian Huan was irritated, and her forehead throbbed.

Shen Jizhi was just like this, refusing to accept anyone’s kindness even if it meant starving or exhausting himself to death. Jian Huan thought he might be suffering from gratitude PTSD, so he didn’t want to owe anyone any favors.

It was said that many people in Yuqing Sect had wanted to help Shen Jizhi in the past, but he coldly refused them all, and since then, no one had extended a helping hand to him.

To be honest, if it weren’t for these ten days when he had cleansed her upon her strong requests every morning and evening, and had even split the purchased Pigu Pill into six portions for her, she wouldn’t have packed the food for him.

Jian Huan tried to remain calm and asked him back, “If I had a space bag, do you think I would give you some?” Couldn’t she save the spiritual food for herself to eat tomorrow night?

Spiritual food was even more perishable than regular meals. It had to be stored in a space bag or made into Fasting Pills to last.

Of course, Jian Huan wouldn’t just give it to him for free, “These spiritual dishes cost around twenty to thirty spiritual stones at the dining hall, but since they are leftovers, I’ll sell them to you for five spiritual stones. You can record it in the account book.”

Shen Jizhi remained silent for a while but didn’t refuse again.

After giving him the food, Jian Huan left. In the evening, as she rushed back to her small wooden house, Shen Jizhi was already at home.

Breathing heavily, she saw him and exclaimed, “Shen Jizhi, quickly, use the Cleansing Technique on me!”

Shen Jizhi was bending over, doing something unknown in front of the bed. When he heard her, he didn’t even raise his head, but his right hand made a gesture, and the Cleansing Technique accurately hit Jian Huan.

In an instant, the sticky feeling of sweat disappeared, and her body felt refreshed again. Jian Huan let out a sigh of relief and plopped herself onto the bed, causing it to shake and creak.

Shen Jizhi’s tone was indifferent, “If the bed is broken, you will owe thirty spiritual stones, and I won’t let you record it in the account book.”

Jian Huan replied, “…Understood.”

She then rolled over on the bed and curiously asked, “What are you doing?”

Shen Jizhi’s long and slender fingers were tying knots, agile and graceful, but he didn’t answer when she asked.

Once the knot was tied, he stood up and said, “Look at the account book.”

After stepping aside, Jian Huan finally saw the whole picture.

A rope was tied to the bed frame, and on the other end was a notebook hanging.

Yuqing Sect distributed these notebooks to every disciple, and she had them too.

Jian Huan flipped through it and saw several lines of fierce words written on top.

One hundred thousand minus one (half a Pigu Pill) minus two (ten days of accommodation fees) plus five (spiritual food) minus one (half of the account book).

Balance for today: One hundred thousand and one spiritual stones.

“…” Jian Huan.