The Healer Demands Payment!

Chapter 12 - Receiving The Payment

Translation: Aerial Rain Translation (aerialrain.com) by koffeam

“Meng Qi!” Qingfeng Valley’s sect leader blushed and quickly scolded Meng Qi, “Don’t be rude.”

The great hall was immediately engulfed in an awkward atmosphere. Qingfeng Valley disciples looked at the familiar scene being re-enacted in front of their eyes. A few days ago, they seemed to see a similar scene. They collectively thought in a trance: they never expected that this junior sister Meng Qi could really cure Young Master Chu.

Fentian Palace’s elder looked at his martial nephew thoughtfully: Chu Tianfeng’s face was slightly agitated, but he was not angry. The Elder looked at Meng Qi again. As a powerful Nascent Soul cultivator, he usually had no spirit stone ready at hand.

“Cough… this Young Daoist truly interesting.” The Elder coughed softly. He gestured for his disciple to take the two bamboo slips.

“Master.” The disciple quickly looked at the bamboo slips, and a bit dazedly, said, “A total of five sixth-grade and three third-grade spirit stones.”

Chu Tianfeng looked at Meng Qi. The second bamboo slip he gave did not have a specific number of spirit stones, so she must have filled it herself. However, Meng Qi didn’t take advantage of him and simply put in the price she previously stated.

She didn’t extort him, but it made Chu Tianfeng a little unhappy instead. Meng Qi saved the life of Fentian Palace’s young master. This kind of grace was too cheap to be paid off by such a few numbers of spirit stones. But it didn’t matter. Chu Tianfeng stared at Meng Qi quietly. His reddish face just now had calmed down. The corners of his lips raised slightly, revealing a faint smile.

“Thank you.” After receiving the Elder’s permission, the disciple handed a bag of spirit stones to Meng Qi. After quickly confirming its content, she put the bag into her storage bracelet.

What did five sixth-grade spirit stones signified in the Three Thousand World? Qingfeng Valley’s disciples would get a reward for completing a sect mission. The reward usually around ten to one hundred first-grade spirit stones. For more difficult tasks, a maximum of one hundred second-grade spirit stones might be given. However, such a high-reward mission often took one month or more to finish and was also accompanied by many dangers.

One thousand first-grade spirit stones could be exchanged for one second-grade spirit stone, one thousand second-grade spirit stones could be exchanged for one third-grade spirit stone, and so on. In other words, earning a single sixth-grade spirit stone required the entire disciple of Qingfeng Valley to do missions for several years.

Outside the sect gate, for example in the city, that amount would signify great wealth. Even in the most prosperous and safest area in the Eastern Realm, the ten cities attached to the ten major sects, five sixth-grade spirit stones could buy a splendid residence with three courtyards. Of course, this had little significance for the cultivators. High-level cultivators did not care much about spirit stones. What they needed were high-grade treasures instead.

Qingfeng Valley’s disciples quietly observed Meng Qi, who was standing beside Elder Yan. She still wore a plain blue robe, and her small face, as usual, didn’t have a trace of powder and rouge. But who could have imagined that this little junior sister who had just entered the sect for half a year had suddenly become the wealthiest disciple in Qingfeng Valley?!

They felt envious and somewhat bitter. Over the past few days, many of them have laughed behind Meng Qi’s back. They thought she overestimated her own ability, merely using her words to deliberately attract the young palace master’s attention. But now, the spirit stones really fell into Meng Qi’s pocket. That was the amount of wealth that most disciples would probably never be able to accumulate in their entire lives. But Fentian Palace really paid her!