Chapter 107: Charge for a Minute, Teleport for Two Centuries

The Ancestor of the Chen Family, the ancestors of the various great families, Liu Zheng and the representatives of smaller families, all worked desperately to earn money to buy things.

The Innate Intent Realm, costing only two Yuan Crystals—equivalent to two hundred Yuan Coins—was truly cheap by Clear Moon City’s current standards.

For any martial artist in Clear Moon City who had secured a job, whether mining or developing Clear Moon Lake, scraping together this amount was basically achievable.

Every place had people who secretly pocketed items. Losing one or two ores here and there went unnoticed by the great families, who couldn’t be bothered to scrutinize.

Moreover, to motivate these workers, Liu Zheng and others were quite generous. Items they deemed unworthy were all distributed among the laborers. These workers could sell them and accumulate a decent sum over time.

“Is Clear Moon City insane? Or am I the one who’s gone mad?”

Mu Jianyue stared, utterly bewildered. How long had it been since he last visited? Now, three out of every ten martial artists idling on the street were at the Innate Realm?

“Where is your martial artist dignity? Where’s your pride?”

Mu Jianyue couldn’t stay calm. He distinctly heard these three Innate martial artists planning to work at Clear Moon Lake. Damned—Innate, and still taking on menial jobs?

It wasn’t just Mu Jianyue who was unsettled. Yun Feng and Yang Ziling were equally perturbed. They had trained bitterly for years just to break through to the Innate Realm, merely to earn the title of “genius.”

Yet here in Clear Moon City, with a bit of money, anyone could become Innate. Wasn’t this gap a bit too wide?

“If there were sufficient funds, my father’s military campaign, his grand cause—why would there be any fear of failure?” Yang Ziling laughed bitterly.

But she couldn’t afford that much.

Nor could her father, even as a prince.

“How incredibly fulfilling!”

At the Divine Devil Dojo, Jiang Taixuan massaged his wrist. The earnings today were comparable to the rush during the last Divine Devil Dojo sale, with commissions exceeding five thousand Yuan Coins.

That was significant, representing half a million Yuan Coins spent by these martial artists at his place—undoubtedly a colossal fortune.

He pulled up the Celestial Network, where countless Innate martial artists were wailing.

“The Field Master tricked us! If only I hadn’t bought those things earlier! If I’d just held back before the dojo closed and saved up for purchasing a Realm Insight instead…” one Innate martial artist lamented tearfully in a post.

He wasn’t alone. Many martial artists posted similar expressions of regret—if they had saved their money back then, they could afford the Realm Insight now!

Jiang Taixuan tactfully held back any response. He had announced the new goods earlier—it was these individuals who grew impatient. Whose fault was that? Who else deserved getting cheated but them?

“Let me check my Mystery Gift Pack.” Jiang Taixuan looked toward his storage inventory, where a gold-glowing gift pack shimmered.

“Open the gift pack,” Jiang Taixuan declared excitedly, wondering what it would yield. A Divine-level Cultivation Method? A Divine-level Martial Skill? Or perhaps Divine Demon Nutrient Solution?

“Ding! The host has opened the grand gift pack. Obtained: one portable low-grade Divine Grade Teleportation Array, with an instruction manual included.”

“A Teleportation Array? That’s it?” Jiang Taixuan froze. Was this some kind of joke? They gave him just some lousy Teleportation Array this time?

The System didn’t reply. Jiang Taixuan examined this so-called Teleportation Array: two parts, identified as “main” and “secondary,” which together formed one complete array.

“A portable Teleportation Array. Charge for a minute, teleport for two centuries? System, are you kidding me? Where the hell do I even find a charging port?”

Jiang Taixuan scoffed, then skimmed the instruction manual.

The manual stated the low-grade Divine Grade Teleportation Array was already pre-charged, functioning for two centuries. Transport capacity was unlimited per use, with maximum capability supporting low-grade Divine-level teleportation.

As for this “charging”—it used Yuan Crystals. However, the System-supplied array relied on a Divine-grade energy crystal, sustaining operation for two centuries.

This array could also be expanded—his unit serving as the main hub, connecting countless secondary units. Naturally, this required additional materials and the inscription prowess of the Divine Marquis Zhuge for incorporation.

“The Teleportation Array is actually beneficial. When Branch Arenas open, we can teleport directly. Heavenly Network orders can finally launch.”

Jiang Taixuan stroked his chin pensively.

The Heavenly Network’s trading section allowed order placement but couldn’t deliver instantly. Worse yet, Celestial Network took a damned one percent transaction fee—the main reason he avoided fulfilling orders there.

His commission was only one percent. After giving another percent to the Heavenly Network, what if the System paid him nothing? Even if they did, the profit was pitifully small.

Now, with the Teleportation Array, though not instant, deliveries could arrive within half a day after order placement.

He pulled up the Heavenly Network, his access now including small nations of twenty cities or less.

The Great Cloud Kingdom hosted fourteen cities. As a minor kingdom, only three were notably prosperous, qualifying as major cities: Cloud Water City, Tianfeng City, and Duyun City—the Great Cloud Imperial Capital.

Cloud Water City boasted the most vibrant economy. With a Mercenary Guild and numerous merchant associations, it functioned as Great Cloud’s economic hub, second only to the Imperial Capital, Great Cloud City.

Tianfeng City, though also significant, paled financially compared to Cloud Water City. Additionally, Cloud Water City’s vicinity hosted sects—the Qingshan Sect being merely one among them.

Five Great Sects existed within Great Cloud’s borders. The Qingshan Sect ranked weakest, marginally surpassing families rooted in the Dao Fruit realm, yet likely still inferior to the Great Cloud Royal Family.

“For a Branch Arena, naturally it must launch where wealth gathers easiest and abundance reigns supreme—Cloud Water City.”

Jiang Taixuan settled his choice.

As for the Imperial Capital? Forget it. Scanning posts, he noted the Great Cloud Royal Family possibly housed Divine Power masters.

Creatures of that tier would only meet a grim end if they stormed the dojo outright, attacking inside like that Elder from the Mercenary Guild. Otherwise, best wait until Li Guang and crew reached Dao Fruit Peak or Divine Power.

“How precious is this Cloud Order? Ridiculous.” Jiang Taixuan pulled out the Cloud Order, ordering a System scan.

“Ding! Cloud Order: inherited from Yun Fan; symbol of the Great Cloud Kingdom; conceals a subpar segment of a Divine Power manual. Worth…”

“Stop there, System. Noted—it’s trash.” Jiang Taixuan sneered, tossing the Cloud Order back into storage just as he noticed Yang Ziling entering.”

“Field Master.” Yang Ziling stepped into the Divine Devil Dojo, her expression laced with anger.

“What? Who dared provoke your ire? Want to hire an expert to settle the score?” Jiang Taixuan offered lightly.

“Field Master, stay vigilant. Intelligence indicates that two Qingshan Sect Dao Fruit masters are en route,” Yang Ziling stated.

“Oh.” Jiang Taixuan responded blandly, offering no visible reaction.

Yang Ziling frowned slightly before adding, “The Qingshan Sect, recently backed by the Great Cloud Royal Family, acts with heightened arrogance. Failing to secure the Cloud Order for Yun Feng guarantees their seeking retribution.”

“Should anyone tire of life, the Divine Devil Dojo shall grant them death,” Jiang Taixuan stated coldly.

“But Field Master, with the alliance between Qingshan Sect and Great Cloud Royal Family, numerous other factions…” Yang Ziling’s eyes reflected complex thoughts. She seemed about to elaborate, but Jiang Taixuan interjected.

“Miss Yang, instead of wasting words here, dedicate that time to earning more coin,” Jiang Taixuan sighed, shaking his head. “Recall the words I once shared: with ample wealth, the throne shall seat you above all.”

“Furthermore, I add to that wisdom now: with sufficient riches, you may ascend it in whatever posture you please!”

Yang Ziling stared blankly. This Field Master measured everything in coin—even ascent posture was negotiable? How many postures could ruling a realm possibly demand anyway?