Chapter 123: I’m Going to Be Rich
Chapter 123: I’m Going to Be Rich
The Innate Martial Artists had finished their promotions and returned to the Divine Devil Dojo.
Jiang Taixuan collected the money from the sold goods and started browsing the Celestial Network again.
“Ding, Godfiend Taoist Patriarch, you have a new order. Accept?”
A Heavenly Network Order came in. Jiang Taixuan quickly opened the virtual Branch Arena. It was an order from Qingxuan Sun Yu: “Requesting the Field Master’s assistance. At Blackwater Stronghold on Clear River Mountain outside Cloud Water City. Name your price.”
“Is he in trouble?” Jiang Taixuan smiled slightly and decisively refused. Then he replied: “Tell me the strength of Blackwater Stronghold.”
“Foundation Building Peak, Field Master, please hurry, it’s urgent.” Qingxuan Sun Yu was almost crying. He never expected this small Blackwater Stronghold to have a Foundation Building Peak cultivator.
It was supposed to be a bunch of small-time bandits, but they turned out to be like elite monsters. How was he supposed to fight that?
“For rentals, we usually take a 30% cut. But since this is Young Master Sun’s first time renting, I’ll waive the fee. Flat rate, five thousand Yuan Coins. Wait a moment.” Jiang Taixuan thought for a bit and looked at Li Yuanba, who was sipping tea: “A mission has arrived. You go.”
Li Yuanba nodded slightly. His figure vanished instantly, shooting through the air.
Sky thunder flashed, lightning danced, and bolts of electricity crisscrossed the sky, showcasing the might of a true expert.
“Now that’s a flashy entrance,” Jiang Taixuan remarked. Was this what they called arriving with a trail of thunder and lightning?
Clear River Mountain, Blackwater Stronghold.
Sun Yu was already strung up. Even though he had bought Innate Spiritual Energy and Foundation Establishment Insight, he was still only at the Innate Realm. Here, there was a Foundation Building Peak expert, along with several others at the early Foundation Building stage.
“I am from the Azure Mystery Sect!” Sun Yu snarled, trying to sound threatening.
“The Azure Mystery Sect? We’ve killed their disciples before,” the Foundation Building Peak stronghold chief sneered. “I didn’t expect the Azure Mystery Sect to send an Innate cultivator to his death.”
“You…” Sun Yu’s face changed dramatically. These people had actually killed disciples from his sect?
“Kid, you’re too naive,” the Foundation Building Peak chief sneered mockingly. “My Blackwater Stronghold has been listed on the Azure Mystery Sect’s mission board for months, yet we’ve remained completely safe. Did you really think you could handle us?”
“You… you’re colluding with people in the sect?” Sun Yu’s face darkened. No wonder! There were Foundation Building cultivators here, yet the sect’s mission description only mentioned early Innate Realm opponents.
This was a complete trap! Whoever came would die!
“Kill him!” The chief sneered. A subordinate next to him drew his sword, aiming straight for Sun Yu’s heart.
“It’s over… the Field Master hasn’t arrived yet…” Sun Yu twisted his head to look towards the stronghold entrance. There was not a single movement. His face turned ashen.
Boom!
Just as the sword was about to pierce Sun Yu’s body, the sky suddenly darkened. A bolt of lightning struck down. The sword instantly turned to dust, and the bandit holding it was charred to a crisp.
“What’s going on?” The bandits of Blackwater Stronghold paled. This sudden lightning strike terrified everyone.
An immense pressure descended. Thunder raced across the heavens, purple-gold light shone brilliantly, and a figure descended majestically.
“Dao Fruit!”
Arriving by flight, commanding the lightning, all the bandits stared in horror at the newcomer.
Lightning flashed, purple-gold radiance dazzled. With a single snap of his fingers, countless streaks of lightning flared, and it was all over.
Gulp!
Sun Yu swallowed hard. Just one snap of the fingers, and they were all gone?
“Are you Sun Yu?” The newcomer looked coldly at Sun Yu.
“Y-yes, senior. I am Sun, Sun Yu.” Sun Yu’s teeth were chattering. This was too terrifying, even more terrifying than the Dao Fruit Sect Master he had seen.
“Mm.” The newcomer nodded slightly. With a wave of his hand, lightning flashed, and all the bindings fell away. “Li Yuanba from the Divine Devil Dojo. Mission accomplished. Pay up.”
Sun Yu: “…”
This was a powerhouse from the Divine Devil Dojo? Such a terrifying existence was actually from the Divine Devil Dojo?
More importantly, I only paid five thousand Yuan Coins to get him here?
“Hmm?” Li Yuanba frowned slightly, looking somewhat displeased at Sun Yu.
Sun Yu shivered and hurriedly took out the money. “Five thousand, five thousand Yuan Coins. Thank you for saving my life, senior.”
“Mm. The mission is complete. Time for me to return. Welcome to rent our services again next time.” Li Yuanba nodded slightly and flew away.
Watching Li Yuanba fly away, Sun Yu stood there in a daze, momentarily lost.
Five thousand Yuan Coins to hire someone more terrifying than the Sect Master to take action? This felt like a dream.
Moreover, the Divine Devil Dojo also sold goods to boost one’s strength…
“I’m going to be rich!” Sun Yu suddenly became excited. “The sect still has plenty of missions. I can totally rent experts to do them. Those missions targeting Foundation Building stage, Dao Fruit stage… although the mission rewards might not be five thousand Yuan Coins, the mission objectives themselves…”
Sun Yu looked at Blackwater Stronghold. Li Yuanba hadn’t taken any of the loot here!
As for the 30% cut, even with the cut, he could still make a fortune!
“Who cares which faction set this up, or who’s backing them! With the Divine Devil Dojo around, what is there to fear? If anyone dares to mess with me, I’ll just rent an expert from the dojo to wipe them out!” Sun Yu exclaimed excitedly.
After a moment, he calmed down. Sun Yu hurriedly collected the money, not having time to count it. He took the bandits’ heads and quickly left.
Divine Devil Dojo. Li Yuanba had already returned, handed over the five thousand Yuan Coins, and collected his God-Demon Pill.
Jiang Taixuan opened the Celestial Network. There was a message on the virtual dojo. Qingxuan Sun Yu was profusely grateful, praising the dojo.
This time, if Li Yuanba hadn’t arrived in time, he really would have been finished.
“Welcome to come again next time,” Jiang Taixuan replied.
“It won’t be long before I’m back,” Sun Yu replied. He was going back to grind missions and earn money.
Sect missions didn’t just yield money; they also brought fame and status. Sun Yu believed it wouldn’t be long before he became an elite disciple, or even a true disciple!
“Ding, Godfiend Taoist Patriarch, you have an order.”
The virtual dojo received another message. Jiang Taixuan looked at the order. It was from Mo Ruyu, who had said last time he wouldn’t buy anything. Was this the effect of the ads? Or could he not resist the temptation of the goods?
“God-Demon Pill, Innate Spiritual Energy, fifteen thousand Yuan Coins. Express delivery fee: one Yuan Coin. Leave your name, address, and birth details,” Jiang Taixuan replied, not having any intention to rip him off.
“Outside Cloud Water City, five li southeast, Yu Family, Yu Miaozhu.” Mo Ruyu left the information.
Jiang Taixuan called an Innate Martial Artist over, packed the items, and sent them off.
“Ding, Godfiend Taoist Patriarch, you have an order. Accept?”
“Are the promotions working?” Jiang Taixuan felt a slight joy. It hadn’t been long, and another order had arrived.
He walked out of the dojo and spoke to the few Innate Martial Artists at the entrance: “Go to the Celestial Network immediately and start learning how to handle Heavenly Network Orders.”
They couldn’t refuse. Jiang Taixuan would handle clicking ‘Reject.’ Then the Innate Martial Artists would follow the procedure, asking the other party for their location and estimating the delivery time.
“One for Cloud Water City. Delivery in one hour.” The Innate Martial Artist took the items the customer had purchased: one God-Demon Pill.
“It seems the promotions are working. Orders are increasing,” Jiang Taixuan muttered. After a pause, he added: “We still need to put up small ads. Those Innate cultivators who don’t have time to come to the dojo can order via the Celestial Network. Those below the Innate Realm can’t.”
In a large sect city like Cloud Water City, there were many martial artists who hadn’t reached the Innate Realm. And who among them didn’t have a few Yuan Coins on hand? If they encountered another spendthrift like Wang Mingming, the profits would be even greater.
“However, I need to think about this. Martial artists below the Innate Realm have to come in person. The WindRush Express wouldn’t make money, and they’d be harder to trick.”
Jiang Taixuan stroked his chin. Doing it himself was definitely not an option. Ximen the Fatty still had to take care of the Clear Moon City dojo. They could only continue to trick these Innate Martial Artists.