CHAPTER 72: 72、IMPENDING STORM【SEEKING RECOMMENDATION TICKETS】

If cold is an abstract word, then Wen Ping could feel that the chill had already raised the hairs on his arm, giving him a whole arm of goosebumps. Besides the cold, Wen Ping also noticed the unusual windows around.

Impenetrable.

No frames were made, just a board set there, as if afraid that even a tiny bit of wind would enter the room.

Cre-eak——

The door opened.

Yang Zongxian opened the door, wearing a thick cotton jacket and greeted everyone. After a warm greeting, Wen Ping glanced at the secret room inside the house, and Yang Zongxian smiled and asked, "Sect Leader Wen, would you like to come in and take a look?"

"What is this?"

"This is the place where the Immortal Clear Wind Robe is made. The world knows that silver silk is good, but little do they know that its material is special, only maintaining malleability in cold conditions. So this is a carefully constructed cold room."

"Thank you for your hard work."

Wen Ping stepped into the room, followed by Huaikong and the others. When Yang Zongxian closed the door, the door to the inner room slowly opened.

A silver-white glow spilled out.

In front of them, apart from the workers in black cotton jackets, everywhere was a silver-white scene.

However, when the cold struck, it had no effect on Wen Ping and his companions; after all, it could not force Body Refining Cultivators to wear cotton jackets. Wen Ping directly used Qi to expel the cold from his body.

Yang Zongxian looked Wen Ping up and down a few times, quite satisfied with the Immortal Clear Wind Robe he’d made. Seeing it on Wen Ping made him even more satisfied, he asked, "Sect Leader Wen, you put it on so early?"

"Yes, trying the new clothes."

"Sect Leader Wen, actually, that one was just a sample, not the finished product. Follow me, the real finished product is here!"

Yang Zongxian walked a distance ahead and pointed at a set of clothes hanging in the center of this inner-room, a trace of pride on his face.

He seemed proud to have crafted this garment.

To Wen Ping, he didn’t seem like a businessman anymore, but more like an artisan, possessing a unique craftsmanship.

Only this type of person would be filled with emotion for their work.

Wen Ping slowly walked over, touched its sleeve, and the cool, soft, and light feel was transmitted directly to his mind through his touch. Apart from that, the finished product had a more mature decoration compared to the sample Wen Ping was wearing.

The silver silk embroidered patterns had the majesty of armor and the softness of the wind. Surprisingly, the cuffs and the two long silk ribbons that hung at the back used a gradient color, transitioning from white to a pale cyan, giving a sense of the wind entering the forest.

Yang Zongxian then said, "Sect Leader Wen, we can finish them all by tomorrow. Twenty sets, no more, no less."

"Thanks."

Wen Ping withdrew his gaze of admiration.

"Sect Leader Wen, why not wear this one directly? Since it’s just a sample, why not wait until we perfect them and then send them up the mountain?"

Wen Ping looked down at his own clothes; compared to the wall’s clothes, they indeed lacked a bit of flair, but weren’t something that the Immortal Clear Wind Robe hanging on the wall could surpass, "No need, I’ll just make do with this for now."

Yang Zongxian nodded and continued showing Wen Ping around the small workshop...

...

Lu Yue, a former Outer Sect disciple of the Immortal Sect.

After leaving the Immortal Sect, life wasn’t easy for her and her companions either. People like her, with poor talent and advancing age, even if they joined a Two-star Sect or a Three-star Sect, would still be the same.

No one valued them.

No one cared.

Besides self-cultivation, hoping for a miracle, there was no other way.

At this moment, as she was about to step into the market through the trading company, she suddenly stopped and turned her head towards her companion, saying, "Ah Ye, I think I just saw Wen Ping, he..."

Beside her, Ah Ye patted her back, seemingly trying to make her withdraw her gaze and imagination, then said, "Alright, how could Wen Ping be here? He might not even be in the Immortal Sect now."

"He’s there, I heard a few days ago that he started taking disciples."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Should we go see him?"

"Forget it, we left the Immortal Sect to join the Kao Shan Sect, probably already hurt his feelings, seeing him again would be awkward, better not see him at all," Ah Ye said, subconsciously touching his chest, "Our immediate task is to deliver this thing, then leave Cangwu City immediately."

"Mm-hmm."

Lu Yue nodded.

...

When Wen Ping left the cold workshop on the second floor, a woman hurriedly came over, her face a bit pale and breathing heavily. However, she was dressed elegantly and, like most noblewomen, was beautiful.

An aging beauty, but still charming.

She saw Yang Zongxian and hesitated to speak, glancing at the people beside Yang Zongxian.

"Sect Leader Wen."

"Brother Huaikong."

"Brother Yu."

Huaikong responded, "Sister-in-law, why so hurried?"

"It’s nothing, I have something to discuss with Zongxian." After saying that, the woman walked to Yang Zongxian, helping him remove his cotton jacket while whispering, "Husband, I need to talk to you, there’s a ’letter from home’."

When he heard this, Yang Zongxian’s cheek twitched slightly, turning his head to thoughtfully glance at his wife, then hung his head and immediately instructed the servants to take Wen Ping and others to the lounge while he followed his wife.

After hearing about the family matters from his wife, Yang Zongxian couldn’t help but think of Wen Ping.

The spy he’d tolerated for three years had just voluntarily shown himself, if not for Wen Ping, he couldn’t think of any other reason.

The last time, Wen Ping had caused Elder Rong to lose face, and now, half of Cangwu City was talking about it, saying that Elder Rong lacked medical ethics, that his medical skills were a sham. It was heard that Elder Rong fainted three times from anger yesterday.

Plus, the Law Enforcement Hall Master Hua Liao suffered a setback and would surely seek revenge.

After receiving the note from his wife’s hand, Yang Zongxian nodded, then directly crumpled it up into a ball and crushed it in his hand.

Wen Ping was sitting in the lounge with barely a sip of tea when Yang Zongxian pushed the door open and entered. Upon entering, his expression actually didn’t change. After all, he was an old hand in the business world, able to control one’s facial expressions.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, he said to Wen Ping, "Sect Leader Wen, I’ve already instructed someone to prepare the Swift Flowing Horse for you, please sit here for a moment while I personally fetch the Gold Tickets."

Wen Ping, upon hearing this, didn’t put much focus on the Gold Tickets.

Because Yang Zongxian’s words were too unusual.

Why suddenly arrange a horse for him, especially a Swift Flowing Horse?

As Yang Zongxian was about to leave, Wen Ping raised his hand and asked, "Clan Leader Yang, did something happen?"

"Nothing worth mentioning."

"Clan Leader Yang, if something really has happened, hiding it from me seems to have only disadvantages and no benefits, right?"

Wen Ping gazed at Yang Zongxian, and then their eyes met.