Chapter 126: Wiping Out All the Sect Missions

At the Divine Devil Dojo.

Wu Song and Li Yuanba were drinking tea. Jiang Taixuan lay bored on a hammock.

“Your business is about to boom,” Jiang Taixuan glanced at the two Gods and Demons and muttered.

Li Yuanba smiled faintly. “Field Master, please have some tea.”

Wu Song nodded calmly. “It’s all thanks to the Field Master’s good promotion. We each earned three God-Demon Pills.”

Sun Yu from the Azure Mystery Sect had rented them six times in a row, all on the same day, letting these two Gods and Demons make a profit.

And this was just one Azure Mystery Sect disciple. If all of them came to do business, wouldn’t they strike it rich?

The six rentals wiped out all of Sun Yu’s missions. There was no help for it; the other side was just too weak. A few Innate-level groups were taken care of as an extra, given for free.

Otherwise, Sun Yu could have done them himself, it would just take some time. Jiang Taixuan simply had the Gods and Demons sweep them away to get a cut.

“This thirty percent cut isn’t bad either. Three thousand Yuan Coins is better than nothing,” Jiang Taixuan said with a curled lip.

Besides money, there was a Foundation Building Demonic Beast. Already one-tenth of it had gone into the pot.

“Field Master, an order is here!” an Innate Martial Artist who was cooking exclaimed happily.

“Oh? Did this Sun Yu earn a lot?” Jiang Taixuan opened the Celestial Network, looking pleasantly surprised. This time Sun Yu had really struck it rich; he had actually bought a lot of items.

“Four strands of Innate Spiritual Energy, the Divine Thunder Tyrant Body Scripture from entry to Foundation Building level, one God-Demon Pill. Total thirty-one thousand one hundred and fifteen Yuan Coins. Has he become a big spender?”

Jiang Taixuan frowned slightly, then replied, “Divine Thunder Tyrant Body Scripture? Are you sure you want this? It requires drawing lightning into the body to cultivate. I advise you to activate the five hundred Yuan Coin after-sales service. That way you can be sure not to get struck dead by lightning.”

“Field Master, then I won’t buy the Divine-level Cultivation Method for now. All the sect missions have been wiped out. Without missions, I can’t come out for the time being. Please send these items first,” Sun Yu replied.

“Okay. You communicate with the Wind-Swift Express Company. Leave the route to your sect and discuss the delivery fee,” Jiang Taixuan said, then went to fetch the dojo’s merchandise.

Sun Yu was very envious of Li Yuanba’s Divine Thunder Tyrant Body Scripture. Entering the scene with natural lightning—was there any cultivation method cooler than that?

Cool and practical, of course he chose the Divine Thunder Tyrant Body Scripture!

An Innate Martial Artist went to deliver the goods. Jiang Taixuan couldn’t help but sneer, “When are you guys going to buy some Spatial Equipment?”

“We’ll buy it after we make money,” the Innate Martial Artist replied, then hurried off.

“Field Master, I’m here.”

A young man strode over, face full of delight.

“Welcome,” Jiang Taixuan said with a smile. Wasn’t this the Martial Arts Ninth Stage youth from yesterday? Yesterday he said he’d go back to get money to buy a Divine-level Cultivation Method. Looked like he had come back with the money.

“What would you like this time? The Turntable? Or the Turntable?” Jiang Taixuan led the youth into the dojo with a smile.

The youth gave an awkward laugh. “I want the Divine Martial Scripture entry-level cultivation method.”

“Okay,” Jiang Taixuan took fifty Yuan Coins, took out the Divine Martial Scripture entry-level method, and gave it to him. “Seeing you’re so young, would you like to activate the basic after-sales service? Only five hundred Yuan Coins, guarantees your cultivation success.”

The youth shook his head. “I only brought fifty Yuan Coins.”

Jiang Taixuan opened his mouth, wanting to say more. The youth dug in his pockets; they were indeed very empty. After waving his hand, the youth ran off.

“Seriously, bringing only fifty Yuan Coins?” Jiang Taixuan complained.

Although the youth left casually, his gaze lingered on various items for several seconds. He clearly wanted them very much, just couldn’t afford them.

Probably the youth also knew that if he brought more he wouldn’t be able to resist, and it wouldn’t be good to explain spending too much money all at once, so he only brought fifty Yuan Coins.

Soon, the martial artists who went to post flyers in the city’s commoner district returned, bringing a piece of news: Fang Jin and the other five had all joined sects. Fang Jin got his wish and entered the Divine Sword Sect.

Li Meng gave up on trying to challenge for the top sect and entered the Martial Gate. Lin Xuan, however, ran off to the Qingshan Sect.

“Field Master, this brought a lot of business,” an Innate Martial Artist called loudly.

Jiang Taixuan walked out of the dojo. Outside stood more than ten martial artists, all below the Innate Realm. “Youngsters, want to change your fate? Take your money and come into the dojo!”

Jiang Taixuan ushered the dozen young martial artists inside, then began the routine procedure.

The Innate Martial Artists busied themselves by the stove cooking, praying inwardly that these young martial artists wouldn’t come out clean.

Unfortunately, the Innate Martial Artists’ prayers didn’t work. Every young martial artist who entered came out cleaned out. Three bought the Divine Martial Scripture entry-level method; the others all played the Turntable a few times and were cleaned out.

“Mosquito legs are small, but they’re still meat,” Jiang Taixuan watched the young martial artists leave. “Go ask your parents for money, then come back to the dojo!”

“Don’t worry, Field Master, we will definitely tell our parents,” the three youths who bought Divine-level cultivation methods said with firm expressions.

The other young martial artists clenched their fists. “I will definitely work hard to earn money.”

The Innate Martial Artists were stunned. They could imagine that before long, the whole families of these guys would become poor.

“Ding. Godfiend Taoist Patriarch, you have a new order.”

“A new customer?” Jiang Taixuan opened the Celestial Network. It was that disciple from the Martial Gate. “Just send a message directly. No need for orders. In the future, you can contact the Wind-Swift Express Company directly.”

Jiang Taixuan was in no mood to handle every order in the future. Later, once familiar, he would let the Wind-Swift Express Company handle everything, turning it into an online purchasing and delivery service. That way, he’d still earn money without the trouble.

“Field Master, I want to rent a strong expert. Five thousand Yuan Coins, with the thirty percent cut, I’ll pay it all,” the Martial Gate disciple said.

“Alright. Wu Song or Li Yuanba, choose one. And a meeting location,” Jiang Taixuan replied.

“Cloudy Meng Mountain, entrance to Hundred-Mile Gorge,” the Martial Gate disciple left the information.

“Are you doing a sect mission?” Jiang Taixuan couldn’t help but ask.

“Yes. There’s a Foundation Building Peak here. I’m no match for it,” the Martial Gate disciple replied.

“Oh. Take a look at Azure Mystery Sun Yu’s message yourself. I suggest you first take all the sect’s Foundation Building missions, then start clearing them all at once. I can adjust the rental for you,” Jiang Taixuan said.

“Field Master, how to adjust it?” The Martial Gate disciple glanced at Sun Yu’s message, his breathing instantly became rapid, and he cursed. “This Sun Yu, he must have earned a lot, actually doing all the missions!”

“Five thousand Yuan Coins per hour, how about that? You point, they take you there!” Jiang Taixuan said.

“Thank you, Field Master. Let’s charge by the hour,” the Martial Gate disciple hastily replied. This way, he got a better deal, because he knew the mission locations and could go directly.

Jiang Taixuan smiled and informed the two Gods and Demons of the mission. Li Yuanba took action.

“Hmm, for renting strong experts, give conveniences first. Let these sect disciples wipe out all their sect missions. Let’s see if your sects don’t blow up,” Jiang Taixuan thought to himself.

An Innate-level cultivator wiping out all the Innate Martial Artist missions could be called a genius of the same rank, invincible, bragged about however you liked. But if they also wiped out all the Foundation Building missions, the whole sect would be shaken.

If the shaking wasn’t big enough, how about wiping out a Dao Fruit mission for you?

“Fang Jin, Lin Xuan, Li Meng… I heard you entered sects. Want to rent a strong expert to wipe out all the sect missions?” Jiang Taixuan sent messages to the three. “I heard doing missions gives sect Contribution Points. Contribution Points are important.”

“Field Master, say no more, I’ll go accept all the missions first.”

“Me too.”

“There’s a Martial Gate disciple here? Not good, I have to get ahead of him and accept all the missions first,” Li Meng said.

The Martial Gate disciple was stunned. “Field Master, the expert will come later. I’ll go back and accept a mission first.”