Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?
Author: 宇宙无敌暴龙烧鹅
Chapter 305: Shareholdersâ Meeting?
Chapter 305: Shareholdersâ Meeting?
Su Qinian cleared his throat, glanced at Chen Huaian beside him, and whispered:
Heâd corrected Su Qinian countless times already. Besides sweet-talking his hundred-plus White Moonlight lovers, this Sword Pavilion Master really didnât have much else going on upstairs.
Still, as he looked around at the hundred-plus female cultivators in attendance, Chen Huaian couldnât help but marvel.
Battle wolves really were something else!
Lingxi Valley and Dan Sect mainly handled the big players like the Blade Sect and Zen Sect.
But the small sects and rogue cultivators? Those were all connections made through Pavilion Master Suâs many White Moonlights.
That said, the current atmosphere among the hundred-plus women was⦠a bit tense. Especially the way they were looking at Su Qinianâjust a little murderous.
The Blade Sect Sect Master stood up, his expression serious. He saluted those on either side, then pulled out a crumpled piece of xuan paper, swallowed nervously, and began reading stiffly:
Chen Huaian knocked the table and sighed.
If any other sect master had said that, the Blade Sect head wouldâve sliced them up on the spot.
But this was Sword Pavilionâs Patriarch. He bowed repeatedly in response.
As the Blade Sect master spoke, Li Qingran, sitting beside Chen Huaian, was already scribbling notes rapidly with pen and paper.
Mo Shumei, standing behind her, stared blankly at the characters written on the page.
Because⦠she couldnât read a single word!
They always said handwriting reflects the personâpretty person, pretty script. But in Li Qingranâs case, the opposite seemed true?
The bald-headed old monk hesitated, eyes drooping, clearly struggling to speak, then finally squeezed out three shameful words through gritted teeth:
A ripple of muffled laughter spread through the room.
The monkâs face flushed as he pressed his palms together:
Chen Huaian waved dismissively:
With the banter flowing, the heavy atmosphere around the meeting table started to lighten.
Each sectâs rep began voicing their thoughts and opinions, while Li Qingran kept jotting everything down furiously.
Turns out, each region had totally different taste preferences when it came to spicy strips.
For instance, in the Northern Continent, where the weather was cold, people favored the ultra-spicy and ultra-numbing types.
In Central and Eastern Continents, sweeter flavors were the hit.
Western cultivators preferred salty and savory kinds.
Chen Huaian had gathered this data specifically to boost spicy strip sales.
Right now, he and Sword Pavilion were in the same boat. If Sword Pavilion thrived, he thrived.
It was the backing he needed in the real world.
The second half of the meeting was dedicated to dividends.
Since the main promoters of the spicy strips were these very shareholders, it was only fair that a portion of the profits be distributed among them.
Tens or hundreds of thousands of Spirit Crystals might be nothing to big sects like Lingxi Valley or the Dan Sect.
But for small sects and individual rogue cultivators, that was an unimaginable fortune.
In fact, it pretty much saved Su Qinianâs life.
Originally, his hundred-plus White Moonlights had been ready to throw hands at the meeting.
But once the Spirit Crystal distribution began, the previously hostile mood vanished instantly.
When each of them received tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of low-grade Spirit Crystals, their fierce, icy gazes softened.
Instead of murderous intent, they now looked at Su Qinian with sweetness in their eyes.
A broke battle wolf deserved death.
But a battle wolf that rained gold? Thatâs a Wolf King!
The atmosphere was just reaching a fever pitch whenâ
A Dan Sect disciple entered with a grim expression. Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees in a slick sliding bow before Dan Sect Master Zhou Xuanzi.
The discipleâs voice was loudâinstantly freezing the hall in silence.
Across the table, Yun Baiyu felt her heart skip a beat, sensing something ominous.
Even Zhou Xuanziâs folding fan stopped swaying. His brows furrowed.
Zhou Xuanzi felt a chill climb up his spine, a cold sweat soaking his back.
Once, hearing that the Jade Pool was visiting wouldâve filled him with excitement.
Now, just hearing their name sent him into a panic.
Why? Because heâd heard what happenedâhow Jade Pool had nearly slaughtered an entire city just searching for Dan Bai.
The once-pristine image of the Holy Land of Jade Pool and Burning Purification Holy Land was already beginning to crumble in the eyes of other sects.
All that was missing now⦠was one solid piece of damning evidence.
As for Sword Pavilion?
They were business partners.
As the saying wentâthere are no permanent enemies, only shared interests.
Sword Pavilion brought them profit. Harboring one Demon Cultivator? Not a big deal.
Especially since that âDemon Cultivatorâ was sitting right there at the tableâa stunning female cultivator who hardly looked evil.
Besides, Sword Pavilionâs Patriarch already explainedâshe was only practicing demonic techniques because of a curse from the Demonic Blade. She wasnât actually a bad person.
A demon cultivator? More like a poor soul with bad luck.
For the sake of spicy strips and Spirit Crystals, she was just a pitiful human being.
Not caring what the other elders thought, Zhou Xuanzi slid to his knees in front of Chen Huaian, giving three full kowtows:
Su Qinian cleared his throat, glanced at Chen Huaian beside him, and whispered:
Heâd corrected Su Qinian countless times already. Besides sweet-talking his hundred-plus White Moonlight lovers, this Sword Pavilion Master really didnât have much else going on upstairs.
Still, as he looked around at the hundred-plus female cultivators in attendance, Chen Huaian couldnât help but marvel.
Battle wolves really were something else!
Lingxi Valley and Dan Sect mainly handled the big players like the Blade Sect and Zen Sect.
But the small sects and rogue cultivators? Those were all connections made through Pavilion Master Suâs many White Moonlights.
That said, the current atmosphere among the hundred-plus women was⦠a bit tense. Especially the way they were looking at Su Qinianâjust a little murderous.
The Blade Sect Sect Master stood up, his expression serious. He saluted those on either side, then pulled out a crumpled piece of xuan paper, swallowed nervously, and began reading stiffly:
Chen Huaian knocked the table and sighed.
If any other sect master had said that, the Blade Sect head wouldâve sliced them up on the spot.
But this was Sword Pavilionâs Patriarch. He bowed repeatedly in response.
As the Blade Sect master spoke, Li Qingran, sitting beside Chen Huaian, was already scribbling notes rapidly with pen and paper.
Mo Shumei, standing behind her, stared blankly at the characters written on the page.
Because⦠she couldnât read a single word!
They always said handwriting reflects the personâpretty person, pretty script. But in Li Qingranâs case, the opposite seemed true?
The bald-headed old monk hesitated, eyes drooping, clearly struggling to speak, then finally squeezed out three shameful words through gritted teeth:
A ripple of muffled laughter spread through the room.
The monkâs face flushed as he pressed his palms together:
Chen Huaian waved dismissively:
With the banter flowing, the heavy atmosphere around the meeting table started to lighten.
Each sectâs rep began voicing their thoughts and opinions, while Li Qingran kept jotting everything down furiously.
Turns out, each region had totally different taste preferences when it came to spicy strips.
For instance, in the Northern Continent, where the weather was cold, people favored the ultra-spicy and ultra-numbing types.
In Central and Eastern Continents, sweeter flavors were the hit.
Western cultivators preferred salty and savory kinds.
Chen Huaian had gathered this data specifically to boost spicy strip sales.
Right now, he and Sword Pavilion were in the same boat. If Sword Pavilion thrived, he thrived.
It was the backing he needed in the real world.
The second half of the meeting was dedicated to dividends.
Since the main promoters of the spicy strips were these very shareholders, it was only fair that a portion of the profits be distributed among them.
Tens or hundreds of thousands of Spirit Crystals might be nothing to big sects like Lingxi Valley or the Dan Sect.
But for small sects and individual rogue cultivators, that was an unimaginable fortune.
In fact, it pretty much saved Su Qinianâs life.
Originally, his hundred-plus White Moonlights had been ready to throw hands at the meeting.
But once the Spirit Crystal distribution began, the previously hostile mood vanished instantly.
When each of them received tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of low-grade Spirit Crystals, their fierce, icy gazes softened.
Instead of murderous intent, they now looked at Su Qinian with sweetness in their eyes.
A broke battle wolf deserved death.
But a battle wolf that rained gold? Thatâs a Wolf King!
The atmosphere was just reaching a fever pitch whenâ
A Dan Sect disciple entered with a grim expression. Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees in a slick sliding bow before Dan Sect Master Zhou Xuanzi.
The discipleâs voice was loudâinstantly freezing the hall in silence.
Across the table, Yun Baiyu felt her heart skip a beat, sensing something ominous.
Even Zhou Xuanziâs folding fan stopped swaying. His brows furrowed.
Zhou Xuanzi felt a chill climb up his spine, a cold sweat soaking his back.
Once, hearing that the Jade Pool was visiting wouldâve filled him with excitement.
Now, just hearing their name sent him into a panic.
Why? Because heâd heard what happenedâhow Jade Pool had nearly slaughtered an entire city just searching for Dan Bai.
The once-pristine image of the Holy Land of Jade Pool and Burning Purification Holy Land was already beginning to crumble in the eyes of other sects.
All that was missing now⦠was one solid piece of damning evidence.
As for Sword Pavilion?
They were business partners.
As the saying wentâthere are no permanent enemies, only shared interests.
Sword Pavilion brought them profit. Harboring one Demon Cultivator? Not a big deal.
Especially since that âDemon Cultivatorâ was sitting right there at the tableâa stunning female cultivator who hardly looked evil.
Besides, Sword Pavilionâs Patriarch already explainedâshe was only practicing demonic techniques because of a curse from the Demonic Blade. She wasnât actually a bad person.
A demon cultivator? More like a poor soul with bad luck.
For the sake of spicy strips and Spirit Crystals, she was just a pitiful human being.
Not caring what the other elders thought, Zhou Xuanzi slid to his knees in front of Chen Huaian, giving three full kowtows: