Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 239 - One Hundred Eighty-Five: Distribution of Interests

Chapter 239: Chapter One Hundred Eighty-Five: Distribution of Interests

Half an hour later,

soft clouds drifted slowly across the sky, and the main tower of the Myriad Manifestation Sect’s East City wall was exceptionally quiet.

A precious red sandalwood table sat quietly beside the open battlements.

On one side, the Sect Master of Myriad Manifestation Sect, his fingers trembling slightly.

On the other, a relaxed and handsome young man.

After signing his name on the special paper with special ink, the Sect Master of Myriad Manifestation Sect stood up immediately, looking at the youth basking in the sunlight:

"Young Master, is this... satisfactory?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Yuan slowly withdrew his gaze from the scenery outside the city, picked up the piece of ’toilet paper’ for a glance, and smiled:

"Of course, I hope your Sect will honor the agreement sincerely."

The Sect Master’s face turned gloomy, he nodded slightly, then turned and asked:

"Now that the contract is signed, when will the Prime Minister’s Mansion withdraw the troops?"

Xu Yuan shook his head without saying a word.

The Sect Master, upon hearing this, said no more, sighed, and bowed:

"Then this old man shall take his leave first."

"No need to see you out."

Sitting atop the main city tower,

Xu Yuan watched calmly as the old man turned into a speck in the distance and disappeared from view, casually tossing the ’toilet paper’ onto the table in front of him.

As the paper fluttered slowly to the table, the waterfall of sunlight spilled onto the scattered droplets of fresh blood upon the tower...

The war had ended.

Though it lasted less than an hour and the elite troops of Myriad Manifestation Sect had not truly taken action, the war was over.

Sects are not nations; once their gates are destroyed, there’s no coming back from a different location.

The Myriad Manifestation Sect didn’t dare to gamble on this.

The Sect Master’s visit was to fulfill an appointment, to put it unpleasantly, to sign an agreement in defeat.

Moments after the paper landed on the table, it was picked up by a slender jade hand.

Lou Ji, dressed in a brocade robe, held the contract, watching the retreating figure of the Sect Master, and asked softly:

"Is it over?"

Used to her sudden appearances, Xu Yuan smiled slightly:

"It should be, anyway, I won’t withdraw the troops until they’ve delivered everything."

Lou Ji looked over the details on the paper as she sat opposite Xu Yuan, her voice carrying a hint of surprise:

"A one-time payment of thirty-five million silver?"

Leaning back in his chair, Xu Yuan spoke somewhat helplessly:

"I initially thought that the Myriad Manifestation Sect could at most scrape together twenty million, it seems I truly underestimated the wealth of these millennium-old Sects. But to make money by killing the chicken for its eggs, especially someone else’s chickens, that’s indeed fast."

Lou Ji sighed:

"My Black Scale Guards don’t make that much in a whole year, even with all the hard work."

Xu Yuan laughed at her words:

"The Black Scale Guards were never meant to create wealth. Besides, sister, don’t you also have Yujian Pavilion and Listening Wind Tower?"

The world’s largest assassin organization and information broker.

Lou Ji’s eyes carried a bit of resentment:

"Those two places just make a little bit of money."

As she spoke,

Lou Ji counted on her fingers like a little girl: "Changtian, the Black Scale Guards need money to build relationships, money to rescue people, money to plant undercover agents, and even bribes cost money, not to mention the cultivation resources for our subordinates..."

"...It costs that much silver?" Xu Yuan’s mouth twitched, cutting off Lou Ji’s complaints.

Lou Ji nodded, her tone a bit indignant:

"But Hua Hong doesn’t give out silver, and Xu Changge that brat is stubborn as hell, expecting the horse to run without feeding it grass."

Xu Yuan was somewhat surprised.

Logically, an organization like the Black Scale Guards should be one of the core elements of the Prime Minister’s Mansion; it wouldn’t make sense for his father to withhold funds.

Meanwhile, Lou Ji’s beautiful eyes curved, her soft body leaning forward slightly, she placed evil directly on the table, whispering:

"Changtian, how about we make a deal?"

"...."

Xu Yuan’s eyes narrowed slightly, his expression turned serious, and he too leaned forward slightly:

"Speak, sister."

Lou Ji leaned even closer, a smile emerging in her eyes, her voice slow:

"Let’s... change the ninety million to this number."

As she spoke, her slender forefinger drew an eight on the rosewood table.

"..." Xu Yuan.

Sitting upright, Xu Yuan cleared his throat,

"Am I that kind of person?"

Before he could finish, the fragrance arrived.

Lou Ji suddenly appeared beside Xu Yuan, sidled onto the armrest, and gently shook his shoulder,

"Changtian, sister has always cherished you the most, even damaging her own foundation for your constitution in the past. This time, could you help sister..."

"Stop."

Xu Yuan hesitated slightly, then rubbed his brow,

"It would be very difficult to keep it concealed."

Lou Ji smiled casually, affectionately clutching Xu Yuan’s head, her voice soft but pointed,

"Xu Yinhè dared to send me here, surely knowing I would do it. Your father’s bottom line should be around seventy million. Will you help sister this one time?"

With his left field of view blocked and his cheek distorted by the pressure, Xu Yuan remained unmoved, even rolling his eyes,

"Then shall I simply report seventy million straight away?"

Lou Ji blinked her eyes and said with a beaming smile,

"That... seems like it could work~

"However,

"It might be a bit difficult to explain to Zong Qingsheng and Hua Hong~"

As she spoke,

Lou Ji pointed at Yuan Hao down in the city, who was alternately sighing and nervously wringing his hands, occasionally glancing up at the city walls.

Zong Qingsheng, the leader of the Black Scale Army, was also Yuan Hao’s direct superior.

Upon hearing this,

Xu Yuan started, raising his eyes reflexively to meet Lou Ji’s, but his line of sight and movements were hindered. He cleared his throat,

"Father’s bottom line is seventy million?"

Lou Ji, perched on the armrest with one leg crossed over the other, spoke in a hushed voice, sly as a fox,

"Sister never said that~"

"..."

Xu Yuan fell silent, glancing in the direction of the Imperial Capital.

This father of his... was not only observing his external tactics.

He was also making him familiarize himself with these high-level figures,

The first time, coordinating benefits among his subordinates,

The first time, garnering loyalty.

If not for Lou Ji’s deliberate reminder, he truly wouldn’t have thought of this layer.

Of course,

Even if he didn’t grasp it now, he would understand later — when other high-level figures began to send people to approach him.

But, the bottom line of seventy million should be considered as Lou Ji giving him the answers outright.

After a moment of contemplation, Xu Yuan knocked on the table,

"Then... let’s just report seventy million."

"Changtian..." Lou Ji was prepared to use her charms on Xu Yuan.

"Wait a moment."

Xu Yuan stopped her, Lou Ji froze in her tracks, and Xu Yuan took a deep breath, speaking softly,

"I can give you fifteen million silver."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Lou Ji was visibly taken aback for a moment.

She had only been joking, never expecting to receive tens of millions.

After all, aside from her Black Scale Guards, other powers within the Prime Minister’s Mansion were all watching closely.

If Changtian gave too much, she might instead refuse to take it.

If someone were favored or shown partiality due to relationships, it would be a grave taboo.

Thinking this, Lou Ji slowly sat up straight.

Xu Yuan followed her gaze.

Her usual expression sparked Lou Ji’s interest; her beautiful eyes curved, her delicate forefinger lifted his chin, and she exhaled fragrantly,

"Changtian, you’re so generous, is there... something you need sister to do for you?"