It was obvious from Madam Qin's visit that she wished to rely on a Three Solar Fruit to resolve the enmity between the Immortal Qin Clan and the Langya Clan. Fang Chen didn’t mind fanning the flames, as long as it disrupted the plans of the Spirit Blood Sect.

"Brother, the Three Solar Fruit is not the Vast Origin Fruit. It can directly neutralize a severe calamity, and its value far surpasses that of the Vast Origin Fruit. It has even made it onto the Heavenly Spiritual Herb Ranking and is revered by the cultivators of this world as a saint-grade herb. However, it is not a true saint-grade herb; it still falls within the category of heaven-grade spiritual medicines."

"Just tell me, how many spirit stones?"

"One hundred mid-grade spirit stones."

Fang Chen turned pensive.

Mid-grade spirit stones….

Upon hearing Pei Qingfeng's words, Madam Qin turned even more despondent and showed a self-deprecating smile. "I heard from a little Dao cultivator that this place might resolve my son's calamity. It seems that his skills are lacking."

"Madam, once we return, I’ll deal with that little Dao cultivator for you," said He Baiyan.

Madam Qin shook her head. "No need. He meant well, and we appreciate it."

After speaking, the Madam Mei nodded to Pei Qingfeng and then prepared to leave the with her entourage.

"Madam, please wait," Fang Chen suddenly said.

The Madam Mei paused slightly.

Pei Qingfeng instinctively looked at Fang Chen, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes.

What is Martial Uncle planning by stopping her?

Madam Qin turned to look at Fang Chen with a hint of doubt. "You... is there something else?"

He Baiyan gazed calmly at Fang Chen.

"Madam, if you had a Three Solar Fruit, would it resolve the enmity between the two clans?" Fang Chen asked.

Hearing him mention the Three Solar Fruit, the Madam Mei’s eyes flickered, and she nodded slightly. "Indeed, it would."

"If the Immortal Qin Clan and Langya Clan were to go to war, would it affect the entire Immortal Qin Clan?" Fang Chen asked again.

The Madam Mei thought for a moment, her expression growing grim. "Naturally. Also, it’s not just that. I fear some other clans might also join the conflict."

Pei Qingfeng inwardly gasped. If several major clan were to go to war simultaneously, what kind of scene would that be? Even thinking about it slightly made his scalp tingle. At that time, sects like the Grand Thousand Dao Sect might be uprooted by those taking advantage of the chaos!

"Then, at that time, wouldn’t the Immortal Qin Clan also suffer great losses?" Fang Chen continued.

The Madam Mei nodded lightly.

A cold glint flashed in He Baiyan’s eyes. "What exactly are you trying to say? Stop beating around the bush!"

Fang Chen smiled. "Madam, would you be willing to make a deal with me?"

"A deal? With you?"

Madam Qin sized up Fang Chen, her eyes showing a hint of suspicion.

What kind of deal could a mere Foundation Building Realm cultivator offer me?

"You’ve got a lot of nerve. With your mere early-stage Foundation Building Realm cultivation, are you even qualified to make a deal with Madam?" chided He Baiyan, his voice icy. Ṙ

He Baiyan's aura began to surge, and the black-robed cultivators nearby stepped forward, their gazes coldly fixed on Fang Chen.

Seeing that, Pei Qingfeng slowly stepped in front of Fang Chen and looked at He Baiyan with calm resolve. "My martial uncle wouldn’t speak without purpose. It’s best if you refrain from interfering in matters between my uncle and the madam."

He Baiyan's voice was chilling. "Have you forgotten that you're merely a Golden Core Realm cultivator?"

Sensing the tension rising, Madam Qin lightly raised her hand and looked at Fang Chen. "Go ahead, speak."

"This isn't the place to talk. Please, come to the inner sanctum for a brief conversation," Fang Chen said with a cupped fist and a smile.

𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Pei Qingfeng’s expression grew a bit strange.

Madam Qin nodded lightly. "Let's go then. I hope you won't disappoint me."

As Fang Chen prepared to lead Madam Qin to the inner sanctum, He Baiyan intended to follow, but Fang Chen suddenly stopped him.

"You’d better not come along. This deal is of great importance, and I’ll only discuss it with her."

He Baiyan's face darkened. "What did you say? Repeat that."

"It’s fine. I'm a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator; there's no one here who can harm me in the slightest," Madam Qin reassured him, instructing He Baiyan to stay behind.

She then left with Fang Chen for the inner sanctum.

He Baiyan's gaze remained cold, and he exchanged looks with Pei Qingfeng.

Pei Qingfeng smiled. "There’s no need for concern. My Martial Uncle is merely at the Foundation Building Realm; he couldn’t possibly harm the madam."

Outside the sanctum, Guan’e and the others stared blankly at the two figures walking away. One was their Martial Uncle, and the other seemed to be... the Qin Family's Madam?

Elder Xu transmitted his voice, his tone strange. "Why is Martial Uncle heading to the inner sanctum with the madam?"

Guan’e and the others had no answer.

Inside the inner sanctum, in the discussion hall.

Madam Qin glanced around and noticed that there was no one else around, so she cut to the chase. "Young friend, you mentioned the Three Solar Fruit earlier. Is this deal related to it?"

"Please wait a moment," Fang Chen replied and then fell silent, closing his eyes.

Madam Qin grew increasingly puzzled.

Why is this mere Foundation Building Realm cultivator so composed and unyielding in my presence? Shouldn’t a Foundation Building Realm cultivator be deferential before a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator?

Meanwhile, Fang Chen’s divine soul left his body, returning to the outer courtyard. He quietly stood beside He Baiyan, observing him and the surrounding black-robed cultivators.

He Baiyan was standing silently with his hands clasped behind his back. He was examining the statues of the three divine beasts, ignoring Pei Qingfeng.

The Qi Refining cultivators outside were also not making any moves, though a Golden Core Realm cultivator did step out and burn a voice Transmission Talisman. He remained calm throughout, as if performing a trivial task.

Witnessing that, everything became clear to Fang Chen. What he had said earlier hadn't been just for Madam Qin to hear, but also for these people. If there were anyone among them placed by Qin Nie or the Spirit Blood Sect, they would surely take action as soon as they noticed the madam following him into the inner sanctum.

After returning his divine soul to his body, Fang Chen nodded slightly. "Indeed, it is related to the Three Solar Fruit."

Madam Qin's face lit up with interest. "Please, speak plainly!"

"I can tell you the whereabouts of the Three Solar Fruit, but first, I need to see if the reward you're offering is tempting enough for me," said Fang Chen.

"A reward?" The Madam Mei nodded lightly. "How much do you want?"

"Ask her for two hundred mid-grade spirit stones," Mirror of the Universe suggested excitedly. "We’ll make a hundred stone profit!"

Fang Chen said, "One hundred mid-grade spirit stones."

Madam Qin frowned slightly. "This is no small amount. If I give you one hundred mid-grade spirit stones, will you be able to give me a Three Solar Fruit?"

Fang Chen shook his head gently. "I can't give it to you directly, but I can tell you its whereabouts. Whether you can obtain it depends on your own abilities."

"How can I trust you? You tell me the location of the Three Solar Fruit first. Once I acquire it, I’ll give you one hundred mid-grade spirit stones," Madam Qin countered in a serious tone.

Fang Chen smiled. "The Qin Family is vast and powerful, with many experts. If you were to renege on our deal, what could the Grand Thousand Dao Sect do about it? Moreover, even if you obtain the Three Solar Fruit, it won’t be enough to resolve the issue entirely. If you can’t address the root of the problem, similar situations will arise again in the future."

"What do you mean by that?"

Madam Qin's gaze deepend as she stared at Fang Chen. Suddenly, her aura surged and enveloped him in an instant.

Despite that, Fang Chen remained calm and showed no resistance. He casually picked up the teacup from the table and took a sip.