The Master secretly told her that as long as they accumulated some war merits, these two treasures, the master and disciple, could keep for themselves.

Dong Bude suddenly raised her head and said, “Green End, I’ve had my eye on that Folding Fan of Miniature Dimensions for a long time.”

Guo Zhujiu asked, “If it were something that Chen Ping’an had held in his arms, would you still want it, Sister Dong?”

Dong Bude sneered, “If Chen Sanqiu wants to even glimpse that fan, you’ll have to smash down the walls of the Summer Retreat Palace to pave the way.”

Guo Zhujiu slapped her forehead, beaming with pride, “My Iron Head Skill is extraordinary, even Master can’t compare.”

Chen Ping’an smiled, “Don’t bother comparing. Remember, this isn’t some secret art passed down by the sect. It’s something you comprehended yourself.”

Guo Zhujiu nodded, “The Eldest Sister’s set of Berserker Swordplay, coupled with my unique skill, will definitely be carried forward and flourish!”

Chen Ping’an waved his hand and continued to gaze at the painting on the ground.

Guo Zhujiu stroked the little snowman’s head, which was getting smaller and smaller.

Chen Ping’an suddenly asked, “Isn’t Lu Zhi supposed to be returning to Upside-Down Mountain soon?”

Lin Junbi nodded, “If there are no accidents, she should be returning with Shao Yunyan today.”

Chen Ping’an stood up and said, “Chou Miao, accompany me to Upside-Down Mountain.”

Spring Pennant House.

Mi Yu was meticulous and focused when it came to reviewing the accounts.

In truth, this wasn’t Mi Yu’s forte. To put it bluntly, if Yan Ming and Nalan Caihuan truly wanted to embezzle funds, the only way Mi Yu could find any discrepancies was if the young Hidden Official had already reviewed the accounts and then had Mi Yu, who had memorized them, relay the information. Thus, Nalan Caihuan and Yan Ming cooperated and kept each other in check. Mi Yu was merely a spy planted by the young Hidden Official in Spring Pennant House, putting on a show. Nalan Caihuan regarded Mi Yu as no different from Gao Kui, the Sword Immortal who deliberately drank the Bamboo Sea Grotto Heaven wine. Anyone connected to that young Hidden Official was never up to any good.

However, Mi Yu frequently encountered difficult issues and would inquire about the key insights from Yan Ming.

Yan Ming had a terrible impression of Mi Yu and would only answer the questions plainly, never showing any friendly expression.

In the Sword Qi Great Wall, anyone with ambition, regardless of their cultivation level or age, had a poor impression of this Sword Immortal Mi who enjoyed drunkenly watching the clouds.

After Mi Yu asked three times, it seemed like he was going to ask thirty more times.

This made Nalan Caihuan feel increasingly estranged from Mi Yu.

Nalan Caihuan didn’t bother with any pretense and asked directly, “Mi Yu, has your brain short-circuited?”

Mi Yu replied, “It’s not like it’s only been happening for a day or two.”

Nalan Caihuan wasn’t one for polite words, saying, “Mi Yu, you’re really not suited for accounting, so don’t delay House Lord Yan from his important matters. When it comes to interacting with people, even if Shao Yunyan isn’t currently in Upside-Down Mountain, and even if he were in Spring Pennant House, Shao Yunyan is still an out-of-town Sword Immortal. If no one from our side shows up beforehand, it will just be a Sword Immortal from Spring Pennant House, which isn’t appropriate. You once made a disgusting remark that actually had some truth to it.”

Mi Yu curiously asked, “Which remark?”

Yan Ming said, “Thunder begins with a flash of lightning, and an army’s advance begins with a show of force.”

Mi Yu laughed heartily, “So that’s what you meant.”

These words were from a title inscription on a fan from Yan Family Store. The reason Mi Yu kept saying it was incidental, but mainly because the other side of the folding fan, “The beauty has not yet arrived, but the fragrance has; the person has not yet risen, but the heart has already stirred,” had captivated Mi Yu at first sight. One side of the fan had serious words, while the other side had elegant phrases, which Mi Yu felt was tailor-made for him. Unfortunately, some young lady had beaten him to it. Luckily, Yan Family Store also sold engraved booklets of fan title inscriptions, though they were quite expensive.

In the room, there was also an outsider who kept his eyes lowered and focused on his own thoughts.

Wei Wenlong, the direct disciple of Shao Yunyan of Spring Pennant House, was a prodigy in calculations.

Compared to the three outsiders in the room, Wei Wenlong was very reserved.

He could only be alone, sitting silently in the accounting room, facing those dull and tedious account books in the eyes of outsiders, and then feel truly at ease.

In the end, Wei Wenlong was simply not good at interacting with people. His friends in this life were destined to be only numbers and immortal coins.