Chapter 642: Those who kill their colleagues in the Dao League will be executed

Someone smoothed things over, and the Taoist disciple surnamed Shi bowed to Murong Ji again, "Please forgive me, Brother Chen."

Murong Ji waved his hand, signaling them to leave, then turned to look at the two sisters from the Dongfang family.

"You are here to collect herbs. Can I see what you have collected?" Murong Ji glanced at Dongfang Qinlan and saw that she was still keeping her head down, trying to reduce her presence as much as possible.

"I have a prescription, but I can't find the main ingredient."

Dongfang Huaizhu put down the teacup and nodded slowly, "Of course. It is our honor to be able to help Mr. Chen."

Then he called the servant over, cleared a space, and suddenly spread two large packages on the ground.

After unpacking the package, the fragrant aroma of medicine wafted into the air and soon filled the entire inn.

"Miss Dongfang, you handled it very well, and the quality is very good." Murong praised sincerely. Using the Oriental Divine Fire to process medicinal materials is a good method.

"Hey, how do you know it was my sister who handled it? Couldn't I have handled it?" Dongfang Qinlan finally couldn't help it. She was a lively person to begin with, and asking her to lower her presence would be more painful than killing her.

Murong Ji looked at her with some disdain, "You? You can't handle trivial matters... Moreover, this is such a delicate matter?"

"You!" Dongfang Qinlan was about to retort, but she saw her sister's unfriendly look and swallowed her words in an instant, and retorted in a different way: "Old thief Murong! You guessed wrong, I also handled this. My skills are not worse than my sister's."

Murong Ji: "..."

He took out a half-burnt black ginseng and said, "You processed this, right? Although the essence is not lost, it is so ugly. Thirty taels of silver."

Dongfang Qinlan was stunned, and then she wanted to slap the candied haws on Murong Ji's face, "Bah! You profiteer! You're deducting half of it!?? Don't treat me like a fool! This won't affect your medicine refining at all!"

"Besides, what does appearance have to do with your alchemy and medicine making?"

Murong Ji looked at her with a smile but did not argue.

Dongfang Qinlan froze for a moment, "I've been fooled..." Then, she felt a chill coming from her back, chilling her from head to toe...

"Qin Lan, come here and let me see..."

As he spoke, Dongfang Huaizhu grabbed Qin Lan's ear and walked to a corner of the inn.

Murong Ji looked at Qin Lan's resentful eyes and waved at her.

Dongfang Huaizhu was very smart. As long as he revealed the unit price of the medicinal materials to her, she would naturally find out the trick. This was a huge sum of money. How could Dongfang Qinlan put it into her personal coffers?

An ordinary medicinal herb of good quality would be worth five to ten taels of silver when taken from Qin Lan. After being processed by Murong Ji and made into pills or powder, it could be sold for a hundred taels of silver.

It’s no wonder that the supply is in short supply. Only Murong Ji has this technology. If you don’t buy it, you’ll die.

Among those children from aristocratic families, which one is short of money? !

What's more, these two large bags are of extremely high quality and are specially provided for monks to practice.

If these two large bags were left outside, they would be enough for a person to practice for a year.

It is valuable and rare.

Murong Ji looked at them one by one, and each medicine was processed well. This method of sealing the essence of the medicinal materials with fire was taught to Qin Lan by himself. Unexpectedly, this little girl taught it to Dongfang Huaizhu.

After a while, the Dongfang sisters came back. Seeing Qin Lan's dejected look, Murong smiled unkindly, "Hehe, Dongfang girl, what are you... unhappy about? Tell us and make us happy."

Dongfang Qinlan looked at Murong Ji with resentment and was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Murong Ji picked out the necessary herbs and took a look at them. It was a pity that without the main ingredient, he had to wander around in these endless mountains.

"Well, although we have a good relationship, we should settle accounts clearly as brothers."

Qin Lan stood aside, pinching her slender waist, with a sullen face, supervising Murong Ji checking the medicinal materials.

Then, Dongfang Qinlan took out a medicine scale, weighed the weight, then took out a small abacus and began to calculate the price.

The little girl was almost tricked by Murong Ji into learning some experience. All the medicinal materials were clearly marked with prices and sold by gram.

After she calculated the price, Murong Ji directly placed the silver essence in front of her.

The two sisters did not sell the rest, probably keeping them for Shenhuoshan Villa’s own use.

Murong Ji casually threw a swallowing bag to Dongfang Huaizhu and said, "This is a gift for you. No need to thank me."

Dongfang Huaizhu looked at the Devouring Sac in her hand thoughtfully. This was reminding her that Qin Lan's silver essence was hidden in the Devouring Sac. Suddenly, she remembered that she had actually seen it. Qin Lan had a lot of this thing...

Then he turned to look at Qin Lan, his eyes gradually becoming serious.

Qin Lan had a dull look on her face. Her eyes changed when she looked at Murong Ji. She was full of misery. "You... do you really want to kill me, your caring and useful partner?"

"Think about it... When we had nothing, we built the entire line together... Now that you've found a more useful sister, are you going to abandon me..."

Murong Ji ignored Dongfang Qinlan's antics and turned to Dongfang Huaizhu and said, "After you go back, find her a teacher. This... forget it, don't make things difficult for the teacher..." Dongfang Huaizhu: "Uh..."

A few people sat down again, and the restaurant started serving the food one by one.

Dongfang Qinlan, who was originally heartbroken, started to argue with the food again.

"Hey, what are you doing here, picking herbs?" Dongfang Qinlan said casually.
Murong Ji quickly pulled all the food in front of him, divided the food in advance, and immediately served it to the two sisters.

Dongfang Qinlan: "..."

"Hey, what do you mean? We are already good friends, shouldn't we share food with each other?"

Murong Ji ignored her and tasted the food, which was quite good. Then he looked up and saw Qin Lan looking at him with a gloomy face.

Murong Ji stretched out his hand and set up a barrier in front of him to prevent Qin Lan from coming to grab the food.
Dongfang Qinlan: "..."

Murong Ji rolled his eyes and said calmly, "At first I came here to collect herbs, but now I'm here to catch monsters. As for friends... I'm friends with your sister now. You?! Ha..."

Dongfang Qinlan was about to retort to Murong Ji, but before she could say anything more, Dongfang Huaizhu suddenly said, "Hurry up and eat."

"Hmph!" Qin Lan then started to eat silently, her eyes occasionally drifting towards Murong Ji's untouched food.

After dinner, Murong Ji glanced at the entire inn and said, "There is one room left, you can go and stay there."

Dongfang Qinlan stretched lazily, "Then I won't be polite."

As she was about to run upstairs, Dongfang Huaizhu grabbed her and said, "Qin Lan, thank you."

He bowed politely to Murong Ji and then took Dongfang Qinlan upstairs.

Murong Ji was speechless. He and the little girl Dongfang Qinlan got along well, but her sister's stern look made him uncomfortable.

After the two sisters entered the room, Murong Ji's eyes swept to another table, where Ximen Chuisha, the Shi family, and the three young men from the Chi family were sitting.

Shen Sheng said: "Three of you, there are some things that need to be discussed."

Ximen Chuisha came over after hearing the voice, clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Brother Chen, no need to be so polite. There are still a few guest rooms. Just give up mine. Just consider it as making friends."

Being so polite, Murong Ji felt uncomfortable getting angry.

Murong Ji shook his head and pointed at the shopkeeper and said, "This man is not from this town, right? Can anyone tell me which little cutie left his servant in a safe place and kidnapped this old man to die?"

As soon as Murong Ji finished speaking, the three of them fell silent and their faces darkened.

Ximen Chuisha looked at Murong Ji who seemed to be thinking about something, and suddenly he understood something. Then, he looked at Chi Huo and Shi Tang with a half-smile, looking them back and forth, as if he looked down on them.

Seeing that they were silent, Murong Ji then said, "Don't let me check it myself. As I recall, the Yiqi Dao League has rules in this regard, right?"

"Hahaha, I give you face and call you Brother Chen. If I don't give you face, who do you think you are? You are the head of the Chen family, and you are meddling in my affairs!"

The little fire god had a sinister look on his face. He lowered his eyebrows as he looked at Murong Ji, and his tone of voice was quite impolite.

Then, he turned to the other two and said, "Although his cultivation is high, if the three of us attack together, he may not be able to do anything to us."

Ximen Chuisha smiled and fanned himself, then said, "I am just an independent cultivator, how can I be compared to the head of a family? Brother Shi, Brother Chi, come here, I will show you the battle formation."

"Hmph! Waste." As soon as the words fell, the young man flew up and rushed over with countless flames.

"Today I will teach you what the Dao League's precepts are!"

Murong Ji frowned, sneered, raised his left hand, took a step forward, and thrust his palm into the endless flames.

A big hand directly grasped the little fire god's face. Through the gaps between the fingers, one could even see his terrified eyes.

In an instant, the endless flames receded and disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, behind the fire, Shitang slashed with a sword.

Murong Ji lifted up the little Fire God alive, moved his body and blocked him in front of him.

"Pfft!"

The long sword entered his body, and Shitang stabbed the little fire god directly through. The blood instantly dyed the little fire god's clothes red, turning the clothes into dark red.

"Tsk tsk tsk, killing innocent colleagues from the Taoist League. According to the Taoist League's rules, he should be executed." Murong Ji's voice was cold and particularly creepy when it fell into Shi Tang's ears.

Shi Tang realized that he and his companions were no match for Murong Ji. The fear he had just felt came back to him again, and he felt a little flustered. [It's no use begging for mercy now, right?!]

Murong Ji sneered as he threw the little Vulcan to the ground and glanced at the bloodstained little Vulcan. "He's not dead yet, at most he's seriously injured. If you treat him in time, your punishment can be lower."

(End of this chapter)