Chapter 165: Money Hong

The cultivator in black was so angry he was spitting blood, but Ink Painting calmly used the fireball technique.

For the next few days, the Qian family cultivators didn't attack. Ink Painting just drew arrays every day, wandered around everywhere, looked at the spirit mine, admired the mountain scenery, and calculated how many more days the meat in his storage bag would last.

One day, Ink Painting saw Elder Yu looking serious and couldn't help but ask curiously:

"Elder Yu, is the Qian family making moves again?"

"Not yet, but that old turtle Qian Hong should be here too."

"Old turtle?"

"Qian Hong."

"Oh, the Qian family head?" Ink Painting's expression was somewhat serious. "Is Qian Hong very powerful?"

Elder Yu said dismissively, "About the same as Qian Zhongxuan."

"Then how can he be the family head?"

Elder Yu chuckled lightly, "There are many tricks involved. There are indeed many families and sects in the cultivation world. To rise to power, it's not necessarily about cultivation and ability. If you can boast, scheme, deceive, and flatter, these are much more useful than doing things steadily."

Elder Yu laughed coldly again, "Those people who look like humans but act like dogs are likely mostly idiots."

Ink Painting gained some understanding and asked again, "Then is Qian Hong an idiot?"

"Not exactly."

"Then he's good at scheming?"

Elder Yu nodded, "Correct, Qian Hong's schemes are very deep. This time Qian Zhongxuan suffered a big loss, so he should come to pick up the scraps."

"Pick up the scraps?" Ink Painting was a little stunned. "They pick up the scraps of their own family?"

Elder Yu chuckled, "The Qian family is so big, raising so many people, counting bloodlines, and those related by marriage, of course, they are all one family. But precisely because they are all one family, they are not considered a family."

Ink Painting scratched his head. "Is the Qian family's infighting so fierce?"

Elder Yu raised his eyebrows and said, "I called the Qian family white-eyed wolves, and it's not for nothing. The Qian family is like this not only to outsiders but also to their own clan members. If there's meat, they just eat it, no matter whose body the meat is bitten from."

Ink Painting clicked his tongue and asked, "Then what should we do?"

Elder Yu stroked his chin. "We should find a way to escape."

"Escape?" Ink Painting's eyes brightened. "Is the spirit mine finished digging?"

Elder Yu shook his head. "We can't finish digging."

Ink Painting was a little regretful. "That's a bit wasteful..."

Elder Yu laughed. "We eat the meat, we always have to leave some soup for the Qian family."

Night fell, the mountain wind howled, and a group of cultivators arrived at the Qian family camp again. The leader was precisely the Qian family head, Qian Hong.

Qian Zhongxuan, along with the Qian family cultivators, braved the cold wind and stood outside the camp, respectfully welcoming the Qian family head, Qian Hong.

Qian Hong was a middle-aged man with half white hair and a handsome appearance, but his expression was slightly arrogant, and his gaze was sharp, looking around like an eagle surveying its prey.

Qian Zhongxuan cupped his hands and said, "Respectfully welcome the family head."

The Qian family cultivators on the side all bowed and performed the ritual.

Qian Hong nodded in acknowledgment, then followed Qian Zhongxuan into the camp.

The two sat down, and with no one else around, Qian Hong said, "How is the war situation?"

Qian Zhongxuan explained simply.

Qian Hong then sighed, "Elder Qian, you acted a little too hastily. They are trapped inside and can't escape. You should have planned it slowly at first, otherwise, the loss wouldn't have been so great."

Qian Zhongxuan was quite ashamed and annoyed, but he had nothing to say.

He was good at attacking, defending, surrounding, and trapping, but as long as he failed, there were always excuses to be made.

He had indeed lost. He had spent a lot of spirit stones, lost a lot of manpower, and lost face completely.

At this time, Qian Zhongxuan was powerless to retort, only gritting his teeth and saying, "The family head's words are absolutely correct!"

Qian Hong glanced at Qian Zhongxuan and said slowly:

"However, Elder Qian has worked hard this time. The clan remembers the Elder's hard labor. After the matter is resolved, I will handle it myself, so the Elder doesn't need to worry anymore."

Qian Zhongxuan couldn't help but curse in his heart.

What does it mean to remember my hard labor? It means I have no merit, right?

Qian Zhongxuan said, "The family head is busy with affairs. How can I trouble the family head with the spirit mine matter? As long as you give me some more manpower, I will definitely take down the spirit mine!"

"Elder Qian!" Qian Hong frowned and said, "I believe in the Elder's ability, and I am also willing to hand this matter over to the Elder to handle, but as it is, I cannot explain it to the clan."

Qian Hong said with a serious expression and some heartache, "After all, the previous losses were too serious!"

Qian Zhongxuan silently spat in his heart.

Hypocritical, where were you earlier? You just wanted to wait for him and Yu Changlin to fight for a while, lose everything, and then this family head would come over to pick up the scraps.

At that time, the merit would be his, the spirit mine would be his, and the prestige would also be his.

He really played a good scheme!

Qian Zhongxuan also hated himself for being careless, not resisting the temptation of spirit stones, agreeing to Qian Hong, and taking on this matter.

He even less expected Yu Changlin to have so many methods, and all methods he had never seen before. He really suffered a big loss this time!

Qian Hong picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, and said lightly, "Elder Qian, do you have any dissatisfaction?"

Qian Zhongxuan was full of dissatisfaction, but he knew that he no longer had the right to be dissatisfied. He only cupped his hands and gritted his teeth, saying:

"I respectfully follow the family head's instructions!"

"Um." Qian Hong slightly lowered his eyelids, and a slight smile floated at the corners of his mouth. After a moment, Qian Hong changed his attitude and asked again:

"May I know why Elder Qian failed this time?"

Qian Zhongxuan hesitated for a moment and said, "There is an array master among the demon hunters!"

Qian Hong showed a slight surprise. "Could it be a first-grade?"

"Even if not a first-grade, it's not far off..." Qian Zhongxuan said.

Qian Hong shook his head. "I asked Master Qian. That array master used the earth fire array, which only contained seven array patterns..."

"This..."

Qian Hong again looked at Qian Zhongxuan as if smiling but not smiling. "Seven array patterns, just barely stepping over the threshold of an ordinary array master. In the Elder's eyes, this is not much different from a first-grade array master? Although the Elder is not an array master, you shouldn't make such a mistake!"

Two array patterns were two huge thresholds for ordinary array masters. The difference was not small, but very big.

Qian Zhongxuan was ashamed and angry and was unable to argue for a while.

Qian Hong said again, "Are there any other reasons?"

Qian Zhongxuan endured his anger and said, "There is also a spirit cultivator skilled in spells..."

Qian Hong's eyes revealed a trace of sarcasm. "One?"

Qian Zhongxuan hesitated and said, "I don't know either... Possibly more than one..."

"Is their cultivation very high?"

Qian Zhongxuan was silent for a long time, then slowly said, "They should not have reached the later stage of qi refining..."

Qian Hong couldn't help but laugh softly, shook his head, and said, "Elder Qian ah, Elder Qian, an array master who can only draw seven array patterns, one, or perhaps several spirit cultivators who haven't reached the later stage of qi refining..."

Qian Hong sighed and said with a teasing gaze, "Just because of these, you suffered heavy losses? How can I speak for you in the clan? Who will believe these reasons of yours?"

Qian Zhongxuan's face turned red, and his fingers clenched white.

Qian Hong saw that it was about enough, then softened his tone and said:

"Alright, alright, the matter has come to this, saying more is useless. The following matters will be handed over to me, so the Elder doesn't need to worry."

Qian Zhongxuan's face was red and then white. He cupped his hands and asked:

"May I know what plans the family head has?"

Qian Hong, in a manner of having everything under control, tasted a sip of tea and then said slowly, "I've already said, there's no need to act too hastily. I have my own methods."

Qian Zhongxuan suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart and said respectfully, "Then I will rely on the family head!"

Qian Zhongxuan was respectful in his words, but in his heart, he let out a cold laugh.

If they were talking about ability, he and Qian Hong were on par, he just wasn't as thick-skinned and black-hearted as him.

He, Qian Zhongxuan, couldn't deal with this group of demon hunters. He didn't believe that Qian Hong, this guy who only knew how to pick up scraps, would have any good methods.

That array master and that spirit cultivator didn't look eye-catching, but once you actually encountered them, you would know what trouble was.

Qian Zhongxuan's eyes flashed with a hint of contempt, waiting to see Qian Hong's show.

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