Chapter 122: Gone with a Ding
Chapter 122: Gone with a Ding
Fang Cheng was very satisfied after buying four more strands of Innate Spiritual Energy. This way, his strength improved, and he was no longer weak among Dao Fruit cultivators.
Just as he was about to leave and return home to practice his cultivation technique and refine the Innate Spiritual Energy, Fang Cheng was stopped again. “Field Master, what else is the matter?” he asked.
“Have you taken a God-Demon Pill before?” Jiang Taixuan asked in a low voice.
“I took one. It really did improve my talent, and my body felt much better,” Fang Cheng replied. He was very satisfied with the effects of the God-Demon Pill.
“It’s still a bit lacking,” Jiang Taixuan sighed softly.
“What is lacking?” Fang Cheng asked in confusion.
“You are older now. Although your martial arts cultivation has reached Dao Fruit, you left many hidden problems from training hard when you were young. One God-Demon Pill isn’t enough to fix all the hidden issues in your body,” Jiang Taixuan said seriously. “Two more pills, and your physique will improve, all hidden problems will disappear, and your talent will advance further.”
Fang Cheng’s mouth fell open. Having started as a merchant, he keenly sensed something was off. But thinking back to his early martial arts training, where he constantly pushed himself, he really did leave many hidden problems.
Would two more God-Demon Pills really make all his hidden problems disappear and advance his talent further?
Looking at Jiang Taixuan, Fang Cheng touched his Spatial Ring, his face showing some awkwardness. “I have no money left.”
Jiang Taixuan was stunned. “You’re a Dao Fruit Ancestor, and you’re this poor?”
Fang Cheng’s mouth hung open. Poor? I just spent over thirty thousand Yuan Coins, and you call me poor?
“Ahem, Field Master, the Fang Family has some wealth, but I often go into seclusion. Money is useless to me, so I never saved much,” Fang Cheng said, his expression turning unpleasant.
Jiang Taixuan sighed. “I never thought a dignified Dao Fruit cultivator could be this poor.”
Fang Cheng’s mouth twitched. Not wanting to stay any longer, he quickly stepped away to leave.
But he was pulled back by Jiang Taixuan again.
“Fang Cheng, actually, even a poor guy can have better talent,” Jiang Taixuan said solemnly.
Fang Cheng’s face twitched. Poor guy? This was the first time someone dared to call him that.
“Come, look at this Turntable. Divine Bloodline, do you want it? Divine Art, Divine Body, aren’t you tempted? You can draw a prize with just one Gold Coin. One Gold Coin to try for a Divine Body, are you tempted?”
“And the Yuan Coin Turntable, you can draw Divine Blood, Divine Art, Yuan Crystal zone? Forget it, the Yuan Crystal zone isn’t for a poor guy like you to play with.”
Jiang Taixuan pointed at the three Turntables as he introduced them.
Fang Cheng opened his mouth to say something, but Jiang Taixuan continued, “Just a few Gold Coins or Yuan Coins can win you this chance. Where else can you find such a good deal? You single-handedly developed the Fang Family into a top-tier family. Strength played a part, but luck was a big factor too.”
“Looking at your rise to success, you are heaven’s favorite, a person with incredibly good luck!”
Yeah, where else could you find such a good deal?
Thinking about his rise to success, it was indeed full of luck. If he had relied on strength alone, he could never have developed this far!
His luck was so good, and he still had a few hundred Yuan Coins left, so why not try?
“Ding, thank you for participating…”
Fang Cheng was dumbfounded. With just a ding, his few hundred Yuan Coins were gone?
Fang Cheng left the Divine Devil Dojo. His mind was still in a daze; he didn’t even know how he walked out of the Divine Devil Dojo. This place was too magical, especially the final Turntable. With a ding, a few hundred Yuan Coins were gone.
“Fang Cheng, go home and get more money, come back next time,” Jiang Taixuan waved goodbye from behind.
Fang Cheng shuddered. He snapped awake, hearing the Field Master’s voice, he suddenly became clear-headed.
Drawing on his years of business experience, he realized he had been tricked!
“Another one cleaned out,” Li Yuanba, who had been drinking tea outside the whole time, watched Fang Cheng leave and said calmly.
Jiang Taixuan chuckled softly, picked up his tea, and took a small sip. “If business was booming, would I need to trick them?”
Li Yuanba said nothing.
Opening the Celestial Network, Jiang Taixuan checked Clear Moon City. At that moment, Clear Moon City was developing rapidly. Surprisingly, Xu Changkong had returned to Maple Leaf City to work on development, saying he would transport Maple Leaf City’s resources to sell in big cities, earn money to buy goods, and challenge Yang Ziling again.
The Wang Family had also earned a lot of money but hadn’t gone to the Dojo to buy anything. They seemed to be saving up, planning to make one big purchase.
…
Cloud Water City, Martial Arena.
“What is going on? Is this an act? Or has everyone gone crazy?”
Something strange happened at the Martial Arena today. The stewards from the Five Great Sects stationed there were all baffled as they listened to the Martial Arena staff’s report.
“Fang Jin fought ten consecutive matches without a single defeat!”
“Lin Xuan fought ten consecutive matches without a single defeat!”
“Li Meng fought ten consecutive matches without a single defeat!”
“And Young Master Chen Quan of the Chen Family, Young Master Song Yuan of the Song Family, Young Master Han Mo of the Han Family, all fought ten consecutive matches without a single defeat.”
“Afterward, these six went together to the Art Pavilion to drink, listen to music, and chat happily.”
“This is impossible!” Steward Wang of Qingshan Sect exclaimed immediately.
“It really is impossible. Every time those guys see Fang Jin, don’t they mock him as a nouveau riche? How could they gather together? Could it be that Fang Jin paid for them to win them over?” Steward Li of Azure Mystery Sect frowned.
“According to the investigation, they split the bill equally,” the Martial Arena staff replied.
The five stewards fell silent. These six, who normally couldn’t stand each other and almost fought to the death when they met, gathered together and chatted happily, even splitting the bill equally? These proud young masters always liked to fight over who paid the bill, didn’t they?
Moreover, Cloud Water City’s infamous six good-for-nothings, those Innate Martial Artists who relied entirely on resources to get ahead, actually fought ten consecutive matches several times without a single defeat?
If it were one person getting a lucky break, that would be understandable. But how could six people all fall into a pit and get lucky breaks together?
“Regardless, my Divine Sword Sect wants one,” the Divine Sword Sect steward said, dropping the sentence before getting up and leaving.
“My Martial Gate also wants one,” the Martial Gate steward also stood up.
In the blink of an eye, all five stewards left, all going to make exceptions and recruit disciples.
Meanwhile, on the second floor of the Art Pavilion, Qin Xi smiled as she looked at the person before her. “Congratulations, Young Master Sun, on your significant improvement in cultivation.”
“I must thank Miss Qin Xi for this. If not for your guidance, I wouldn’t have been able to improve my cultivation,” Sun Yu said, full of joy.
Qin Xi quickly bowed. “This is Young Master’s own good fortune. I dare not take credit.”
“Haha, enough said. These two Yuan Coins are your reward. I must go now to kill the bandit leader and complete my sect mission,” Sun Yu laughed loudly, tossed two Yuan Coins, and stood up to leave.
“Thank you, Young Master Sun,” Qin Xi bowed to see him off. The moment Sun Yu left, her eyes gleamed as she pocketed the Yuan Coins. “Two Yuan Coins at once, plus commission! This is great. In the future, I’ll earn lots of money and become a powerful martial artist. As for playing the zither? Forget that worthless zither!”
“I heard Fang Jin is here? That rich local is also quite generous,” Qin Xi muttered to herself.
“Miss Qin Xi.”
Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Fang Jin and the other five arrived together, directly entering Qin Xi’s room. They praised each other, saying, “Young Master Fang really showed off today, fighting ten consecutive matches and scaring off so many martial artists from daring to step onto the stage.”
“Young Master Li was also impressive, also fighting ten consecutive matches. Amazing, amazing.”
“Likewise, likewise,” the six of them flattered each other, each wearing an expression of deep admiration.
Qin Xi smiled slightly and bowed. “Welcome, six young masters. What would you like to listen to today?”
“No music today. We just invite Miss Qin Xi to drink with us,” Fang Jin said.
“That’s a great suggestion,” the six nodded.
Qin Xi smiled. “Perfect, I also have good news to share with the six young masters.”
“What good news?” the six asked curiously. “It’s not another new tune, is it?”
“Of course not,” Qin Xi smiled and said, “I heard the six young masters want to join a sect but haven’t succeeded yet. I have something good here that can guarantee you entry into a sect.”
“What is it?” Lin Xuan asked curiously.
“Sect Package!”
“…”
Why did they come for a drink only to hear such a familiar advertisement? Had the Field Master already taken over the Art Pavilion?