Live-in Son-in-law

Chapter 1295 1295: Filthy Rich Beyond Reason

Jing Wuyan was stunned at first, and when he came back to his senses, his expression changed slightly.

Yun Mengyao, however, asked curiously, "What Haoyue City?"

Qin Yi glanced at Jing Wuyan. "That 'safe route' you mentioned, the next stop should be Haoyue City, right?"

Jing Wuyan's smile looked a bit forced. "How did Brother Qin know that? Did you investigate beforehand?"

"Not really. It's just that when you were talking to your subordinates, you were a bit too loud, so I accidentally heard it."

Jing Wuyan's face completely changed.

Yun Mengyao complained, "All mysterious and spooky—you never even left this room. Him and his subordinates…"

Yun Mengyao suddenly trailed off mid-sentence and looked at Jing Wuyan. "What subordinates?"

Jing Wuyan's expression kept shifting. Yun Mengyao said Qin Yi had never left the room, so how did he hear him talking to his subordinates? Could his hearing really be that terrifying?

Or was Qin Yi just bluffing him?

Jing Wuyan stared at Qin Yi, trying to read something from his face. But Qin Yi's expression was as calm as a still well; for a moment he couldn't tell whether Qin Yi really knew something, or was just putting on an act.

Qin Yi looked at him and said indifferently, "Jing Wuyan, who is Xiaoxi?"

Jing Wuyan's face turned panicked in an instant. He stared hard at Qin Yi. "Who are you, really?"

"Qin Yi."

Jing Wuyan shook his head. "Impossible. How could you possibly know Xiaoxi?"

Qin Yi said coolly, "Your conversation with your subordinates just now—I heard every word, without missing a single one."

"Impossible." Jing Wuyan's face was full of disbelief, his heart even more shocked beyond measure. There were several rooms between them, and they'd spoken behind closed doors; even if Qin Yi had Sharp-Hearing Ear, it shouldn't be possible to hear.

Yun Mengyao, however, was focused on something else. "Jing Wuyan, who are you really? Why do you have subordinates following you?"

Jing Wuyan stayed dazed for a long time. His secret had suddenly been pierced through; for a moment he didn't even know how to react.

Qin Yi said flatly, "I don't care who you are. What I want to know is, can you really get to Northern Central State from Sin City?"

After a long while, Jing Wuyan finally came back to himself. He looked at Qin Yi and nodded slightly. "I didn't lie to you. You really can get to Northern Central State from Sin City."

After speaking, he looked at Qin Yi in shock. "So what you know is really all from what you heard."

Qin Yi gave a slight nod.

Jing Wuyan's face was full of astonishment.

"From that far away, and you can still hear?"

"I've got good ears."

Jing Wuyan didn't believe it. This was definitely not as simple as "good ears."

Qin Yi said indifferently, "You want to ask me to help you deal with the Sword Sect, right?"

Jing Wuyan nodded slightly. Since Qin Yi already knew, there was no point hiding it. Besides, if he wanted Qin Yi's help, he'd have to tell him sooner or later anyway.

"Brother Qin, I've never thought about harming you."

"I know. Otherwise you wouldn't be standing here perfectly fine, talking to me right now."

Jing Wuyan gave a bitter smile. "I really do want to ask Brother Qin to help me take on the Sword Sect and rescue Xiaoxi."

Qin Yi raised his hand and pressed it down a little.

Jing Wuyan walked over and sat down in front of Qin Yi.

Qin Yi smiled. "You can ask me for help, but the price won't be low."

"Name a price, Brother Qin. I won't haggle."

"Five thousand Earth Spirit Stones." Qin Yi finished and even felt a bit embarrassed himself, thinking he was really opening his lion's mouth.

"Alright, I agree."

To his surprise, Jing Wuyan agreed in one breath. This actually made Qin Yi freeze.

"Five thousand Earth Spirit Stones?" Qin Yi reminded him again. Had this guy heard it as five thousand rocks or something, to agree so readily?

Jing Wuyan nodded. "That's right, five thousand Earth Spirit Stones, middle grade."

Qin Yi almost bit his own tongue. What he'd wanted was five thousand low-grade Earth Spirit Stones; he didn't even dare think about middle grade.

"You sure you're not crazy?"

Jing Wuyan said seriously, "Brother Qin, besides the five thousand middle-grade Earth Spirit Stones, I'm willing to add another one hundred thousand Gold Coins, as long as you help me rescue Xiaoxi."

Qin Yi's face was full of shock.

Yun Mengyao was stunned too. Five thousand middle-grade Earth Spirit Stones and one hundred thousand Gold Coins— even the Feather Clan couldn't cough that up.

Qin Yi looked at him, heart thumping wildly, his petty commoner mentality fully exposed. "Kid, you're not just standing here bullshitting me, are you?"

Jing Wuyan's face was earnest. "Brother Qin, I'm not rich, but I can still put that much together. I was already prepared to sell everything I own. I didn't expect Brother Qin to feel for his little brother and name something within my range. Honestly, getting your help at this price— I'm making a profit."

Yun Mengyao's face was full of curiosity. "Brat, be honest, who exactly are you?"

Jing Wuyan said, "Fairy Yun, once we rescue Xiaoxi, I'll definitely tell you both who I am."

Qin Yi said, "So you're saying I lowballed myself?"

Jing Wuyan's scalp tingled. "Brother Qin, I'm really not as rich as you think."

"Then how rich are you, exactly?"

"Well… really not that much."

Qin Yi's gaze flickered slightly. Jing Wuyan hurriedly said, "Brother Qin, your word is as good as nine sacred tripods. So it's settled like this."

"Uh…" Qin Yi's words got stuck in his throat.

Qin Yi stretched out his hand and rubbed his thumb and forefinger together; everyone knew what that meant.

Jing Wuyan gave a bitter smile. "Brother Qin, I can't carry that much money around on me. Don't worry, after we rescue Xiaoxi, I promise you won't be short a single coin. Brother Qin, if I lie to anyone, it wouldn't be to you. Please believe me."

Qin Yi nodded slightly. Though in his heart he felt a bit of regret—he really had underpriced himself. He hadn't expected Jing Wuyan to be this inhumanly rich. He'd named five thousand Earth Spirit Stones as a joke, and this guy had agreed in one breath, and even offered middle-grade ones.

Qin Yi's interest in Jing Wuyan's identity grew stronger and stronger.

Yun Mengyao walked over and patted Jing Wuyan on the shoulder. "Little Yan, what price are you planning to offer me?"

Little Yan?

Jing Wuyan was completely speechless. In just these few days, how many nicknames had Yun Mengyao given him? Brat, pretty-boy, little punk, Little Yan… unbelievable.

But Jing Wuyan was in a real bind now. After all, Yun Mengyao's Cultivation wasn't even as high as his; hiring her was basically useless.

Yun Mengyao said with a giggle, "Little Yan, how about I name my own price?"

Jing Wuyan's scalp went numb. Heaven help him— with this woman's personality, she'd definitely open her lion's mouth.

"Five hundred, five hundred low-grade Earth Spirit Stones. How's that?"

Yun Mengyao's face instantly darkened. "Who are you looking down on? Qin Yi gets five thousand middle-grade Earth Spirit Stones plus one hundred thousand Gold Coins, and I only get five hundred low-grade Earth Spirit Stones?"

Jing Wuyan's smile was uglier than crying. In his heart he thought, "Honestly, you're not even worth five hundred low-grade Earth Spirit Stones."

"How about one thousand low-grade Earth Spirit Stones. I really can't go higher; I can't afford it if I do."

"No. I have to be the same as Qin Yi."

Jing Wuyan opened his mouth and almost blurted out, "Big Sis, where do you get the confidence to ask the same price as Qin Yi? Giving you a thousand is already for Qin Yi's sake."

"Sis, let's talk this out. No extortion, alright?"

Yun Mengyao's pretty face went dark. "Extortion? Who's extorting who? This is called bundled sale. My price and Qin Yi's have to be the same, or I won't agree to let Qin Yi help you."