Chapter 80: Qian Xunji Starts Acting Again
Qian Xunji smiled faintly. "So, it's Tang Yuehua—Tang Zhen's daughter, that little girl from the Seven Sects Re-election Conference."
"The once-naive girl has grown clever."
"Forgive me, Your Holiness. I didn't mean to deceive you."
Tang Yuehua bowed respectfully once more. She never expected that Ah Yin would recognize her identity. How did she know? Did Xiao or Hao say something? But neither had met Ah Yin before, and with her current appearance, there's no way Ah Yin could've recognized her.
"No need to be nervous. Given the friendship between my father and your grandfather, I suppose you could call me your uncle."
Qian Xunji placed his hands behind his back. "What happened to your face? The wetness on your clothes, the redness in your eyes—clearly, you've cried a lot. The torn skirt suggests something unbearable happened in the Clear Sky Sect, didn't it?"
Tang Yuehua remained silent. Even if the man before her was Qian Xunji, she couldn't admit the truth—that she secretly loved Tang Hao, her own brother. If word got out, the Clear Sky Sect's already shattered reputation would be ground into dust.
As for him calling himself her uncle—Tang Yuehua found it revolting. That coward Qian Daoliu wasn't worthy of being her grandfather Tang Chen's peer. And wasn't all of this her current suffering Qian Xunji's fault anyway?
"If you don't want to say, that's fine. Whatever happened in the Clear Sky Sect, I can find out easily enough. But as your 'uncle,' would you like me to heal your facial wound?"
Qian Xunji didn't know her thoughts, but even if he did, he likely wouldn't care. According to his newly devised script, Tang Yuehua's future in the sect wouldn't be easy.
"Your Holiness… can you really heal my face?"
Hope filled Tang Yuehua's eyes. Tang Hao's situation was beyond salvaging, but if her appearance could be restored, she could reopen Moon Pavilion, earn gold soul coins again, and stop being the sect's scapegoat.
With her income and status restored, she could also support her brother Tang Xiao, caught in the middle of the sect's political storm.
Qian Xunji chuckled. "With my Six-Winged Angel's purification power and Ah Yin's healing ability, we can fully heal your wound. But nothing in the world is free—the cost won't be cheap."
"How much?"
Qian Xunji raised three fingers.
"Three hundred thousand?"
"Three million?"
"Thirty million?!"
As he kept wagging his fingers, Tang Yuehua nearly burst into tears. Surely he didn't mean 300 million? Even if she worked for years to earn it, the sect would never pay for her—especially not now, with power no longer concentrated in her family's hands.
"Thirty percent of Moon Pavilion's annual income. Given your current state, that's quite reasonable. The pavilion's probably already shut down, hasn't it?"
Qian Xunji knew all too well how lucrative she was—one woman sustaining the reclusive Clear Sky Sect and even supplying soul beasts.
But this demand wasn't about the money. He knew exactly how stingy and selfish the Tang family was. Not just the four auxiliary clans that Spirit Hall used as scapegoats—even the Agility Clan was nearly begging in the streets. And did Tang Yuehua ever send a single copper coin? Not even to her uncle Bai He.
Giving Spirit Hall 30% of the profits would enrage the Clear Sky elders. Tang Xiao might stay quiet, but elders like Tang Lie? They'd explode—possibly even beat her. Especially Elder Seven, who might even strike her.
That conflict could erupt into a full-blown schism between Tang Xiao's main branch and the elders.
Then all Qian Xunji would need to do is fan the flames—and the Clear Sky Sect could split in two.
Besides, if he remembered right, Tang Yuehua was a real beauty with a nice figure. If he moved at the right moment, he could slowly absorb Moon Pavilion's profits himself. And given her crush on Tang Hao, wasn't it obvious she was a hopeless romantic?
As for her inherited Tang-family selfishness? She was just a toy car. Did Qian Xunji look like the kind of man who'd offer love or resources in return?
And if Ah Yin really was carrying Tang San, then they'd have to visit Slaughter City. It was the perfect place for a fallen angel transformation. After gaining the Killing God Domain, he'd need Tang Yuehua's noble circle to help him stay composed.
In the long run, she had serious value—a second Bibi Dong.
"Uncle Qian, isn't that a bit expensive?"
Tang Yuehua finally called him "Uncle." Of course, the goal was to get a discount. Otherwise, she would never have used that title.
Off to the side, Qian Renxue puffed out her cheeks in annoyance. Who does this woman think she is—my cousin? If Dad weren't doing business, I'd have kicked her out already.
"Now you remember I'm your uncle? If you'd said it sooner, maybe I'd have cut you a deal. But healing your face—that's forever. The benefits are long-term. Naturally, the price is annual."
Qian Xunji yawned. "Decide quickly. It's dark, and I don't have the patience to stand here all night."
"I agree. Uncle Qian, I accept. I'm willing to give thirty percent of Moon Pavilion's profits in exchange for you and your wife healing my face."
Tang Yuehua finally relented. A smaller share was better than nothing. Once healed, she could make money for the sect again.
"This'll hurt a bit. Bear with it. If you faint, that's fine—just don't die. I'll have to cut away the scar tissue first so new flesh can grow back."
Golden light gathered in Qian Xunji's hand, forming a blade of light. With a swift slice, blood sprayed. The 20-centimeter scar running across Tang Yuehua's face was cleanly cut open, removing the scabbed layer.
Blood gushed anew. Tang Yuehua felt heat, then a chilling pain that drilled into her brain.
"AAAH—!"
She screamed, trying to cover the wound, but Qian Xunji held her down with soul pressure.
"Ah Yin—heal her."
Ah Yin stepped forward. Eight soul rings glowed beneath her feet—two yellow, two purple, four black. Her sixth ring lit up. The Blue Silver Emperor flared in blue-gold brilliance, flooding into the wound.
The pain vanished, replaced by tingling. Tang Yuehua itched to scratch her face. Fresh flesh was growing under Ah Yin's healing, and the wound began closing rapidly.
In just thirty seconds, the hideous scar vanished—and Tang Yuehua's stunning beauty was fully restored.
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