Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World-Chapter 810: When Are We Doing To Dual Cultivate? (Part 1)

Amalia imitated him with a chuckle, reacting quickly.

Kenny Lin raised an eyebrow smugly.

When you’re around Amalia, if you don’t react fast enough, you won’t even know how you ended up in trouble.

Amalia raised an eyebrow back, "As long as you’re not always looking for trouble." She then asked, "Do you know what kind of flowers these are by the roadside?"

"Spiritual herbs?" Kenny Lin guessed.

"Yes," Amalia explained, "Artificer Peak is right next to Nephrite Pill Peak. The disciples of Nephrite Pill Peak are mainly focused on alchemy, and some of the pills used by the sect come from them. In a way, both peaks are connected. These spiritual flowers were probably planted by the disciples of Nephrite Pill Peak. They’re common herbs, so no one would bother stealing them."

This also reflected the atmosphere within the Green Lotus Sect.

Amalia was grateful that she chose the Green Lotus Sect that day.

A place where there’s no scheming against each other—that’s what she wanted.

Cultivation is already hard enough without wasting time on inner conflicts.

Otherwise, she might as well have stayed as a wild cultivator.

Kenny Lin walked beside her with a playful smile on his lips as he teased, "You seem to really like the Green Lotus Sect. I thought you were someone who didn’t care much about feelings. It hasn’t even been six months since you joined, and you already feel so at home."

"I’m not cold-hearted; I just don’t give my trust easily. Haven’t you learned that already?" Amalia glanced at him sideways.

Kenny Lin immediately leaned in closer and, in a teasing tone, said, "I wouldn’t mind if you trusted me more. Speaking of which, when are we going to dual cultivate?"

"Martial Aunt!" Just then, an excited voice called out.

Kenny Lin’s face turned murderous as he looked over, his expression so terrifying that the chubby boy who was running toward them nearly froze in place, petrified by fear.

Amalia suppressed her laugh, she lightly tapping her fist against her lips as she looked at the startled boy, "It’s you, Baolin Jia. What’s going on?"

Baolin Jia who are drenched in cold sweat, glanced nervously at Junior Master Uncle, whose face was filled with killing intent.

He had only called out ’Martial Aunt’—he hadn’t said anything else!

Why was Junior Master Uncle looking at him like he wanted to kill him? It was so terrifying!

Seeing Baolin Jia too frightened to speak, Amalia cleared her throat and said, "Enough, you’re scaring him."

"I’d rather just kill him," Kenny Lin said darkly.

Baolin Jia looked like he was about to cry.

If Kenny Lin really wanted to kill him, couldn’t he at least explain what he did wrong?

He glanced desperately at Amalia for help.

"Stop it. You’re going to scare him to death. Besides, he’s the son of Peak Master Bomen Huaguo. It wouldn’t be good if you hurt him," Amalia said.

Baolin Jia widened his eyes.

He had never mentioned that!

How did his Martial Aunt know his true identity?

Was he that obvious?

"Fine, but only if you give me a straight answer," Kenny Lin said, looking annoyed.

Every time he brought up these things, someone interrupted.

He’d had enough.

If they didn’t start dual cultivation soon, he was going to go crazy.

Amalia felt a headache coming on, "Can we talk about this later?"

"No," Kenny Lin responded firmly.

Amalia paused for a second, then said, "You really want to discuss it in front of him?"

Cold sweat broke out all over Baolin Jia.

Whatever they were talking about, please don’t say it in front of him!

He really didn’t want to know the secrets of these two Junior Master Uncle and Martial Aunt.

Now he understood why his father had always told him to keep his distance from them.

At that moment, he regretted not listening to him.

He must have been out of his mind back then to think his Junior Master Uncle was an easygoing person!

Kenny Lin, sensing the calm before the storm, reluctantly said, "Fine, we’ll talk about it later."

Baolin Jia stood frozen, utterly shocked.

How did Junior Master Uncle back down so quickly?

Though it was what he wanted, it still felt unreal.

It seems the rumors were actually true.

The only person in Green Lotus Sect who could keep Junior Master Uncle in check was Martial Aunt.

Baolin Jia tried hard to suppress his inner gossip-loving self.

He had to hold back and not let it show.

Amalia seemed satisfied and looked kindly at Baolin Jia, "Do you need something? If not, we’ll be leaving."

Baolin Jia did have something to say, but after witnessing this scene, he felt hesitant.

Still, he couldn’t let the opportunity slip away.

It wasn’t easy to meet these two.

After thinking for a moment, he finally spoke up.

"I heard that the two of you gained a lot in the Double Cavern Secret Realm. I was wondering if you’d be interested in investing in something I’m working on. Not the old project—this is a new idea. If it works out, it could make even more spirit stones, but I’m short on startup capital."

"Oh? What’s your idea? Keep it brief," Amalia said.

Baolin Jia had left a decent impression on her, so she was willing to listen.

If it really could make spirit stones, an investment wouldn’t hurt. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

She had some spirit stones, but if she kept spending without earning more, she’d have to keep going on missions.

Baolin Jia was worried they wouldn’t even want to hear him out, but now that they were giving him a chance, he had to make the most of it, "I want to start a spirit stone bank. The idea is that cultivators can deposit their spare spirit stones with me, and I’ll pay them interest. I would then use those stones to invest in other cultivators or projects with potential..."

He kept talking, explaining much more than he initially intended.