Chapter 127: I’m Driven to Despair As Well
Chapter 127: I’m Driven to Despair As Well
“Why is my fate so bitter? The Azure Mystery Sect’s missions were actually wiped out?”
Chen Quan wept dramatically, tears streaming down his face. He had entered the sect full of joy. Glancing at the information on the Celestial Network, he was about to pick a mission, only to find they’d all been snatched clean.
From Innate Realm to Foundation Building, not a single one remained!
“Junior Brother Chen Quan, I hear your family is very wealthy. Quickly seek out Senior Brother Sun Yu to buy Contribution Points to rise to elite status sooner,” the disciple who had welcomed him into the sect whispered. “I informed you the very first moment. I definitely won’t tell anyone else.”
Chen Quan’s face twitched uncontrollably. Go to hell with that!
What the hell do I need Contribution Points for? Ten Yuan Coins per point! Sun Yu, you’re making obscene profits!
No, I need to think of something. Otherwise, what point is there for me to be in this Azure Mystery Sect? I came here aiming to become Sect Master!
“Heh, luckily Song Yuan and I are claiming missions,” Han Mo sent a message. “No one fights us over them in the Cloud Sun Sect. Coming to the Cloud Sun Sect was definitely the right call.”
“Junior Brother Chen Quan, stick with Senior Brother Sun, and I’ll treat you well! You can drink and eat without restraint,” Sun Yu messaged Chen Quan.
“Thank you…” Chen Quan responded weakly. He really wanted to add, screw you and your second uncle.
“Wu Song, don’t be impatient. Your mission is coming soon. Five thousand Yuan Coins per hour. Standard fee,” Jiang Taixuan announced.
Without doing it this way, it would easily become chaotic. Moreover, these sect martial artists were snapping up missions. Charging by the hour and making everyone queue up obediently prevented them from fighting.
Soon, Wu Song also headed out. Fang Jin had rented first. As for the Divine Sword Sect, the moment he got there, he snatched all the missions. He threw a tantrum at the steward, threatening to leave the sect if he wasn’t allowed to take the tasks.
The helpless steward had no choice but to let him accept the missions. This was a genius the sect had exceptionally admitted. His great Ancestor had even achieved the Dao Fruit. They couldn’t afford not to give face.
After seeing Wu Song off, Jiang Taixuan was idle again. Except for those Innate Martial Artists delivering goods to sects, all had returned and were sitting by the entrance.
“Flyers distributed? Advertised around the area? And you’re all just resting here? Do you still want to earn money?” Jiang Taixuan scolded. “Except for whoever’s cooking, all of you go advertise!”
“This damned Field Master,” the Innate Martial Artists muttered, reluctantly getting up and leaving.
Watching the departing martial artists, Jiang Taixuan smacked his lips in satisfaction. This feeling was quite nice.
Lounging lazily in his hammock and swiping through the Celestial Network, Jiang Taixuan, an observer of Clear Moon City, checked the news.
Xu Changkong had returned to Maple Leaf City, leading his family in development. They had discovered an ore vein and even invited Divine Marquis Zhuge to set up formation arrays. Business was now booming.
The major powers in Clear Moon City had also started raising demon beasts. Although the growth cycle was longer, the profits were enormous.
A dead Foundation Building Demonic Beast was worthless, but a live one? That was valuable—equivalent to having a Foundation Building Realm enforcer.
This was a very promising industry, especially since Clear Moon City bordered a branch of the Monster Beast Mountains. Its previous poverty completely squandered such excellent conditions.
“Field Master, there’s trouble!”
The Innate Martial Artist assigned to cook shouted anxiously.
“What trouble?” Jiang Taixuan glanced at him dismissively. “Such a racket. Could it be the Dao Fruit realm expert is coming to make trouble?”
“It’s the Express Delivery Company! Zhao Ming, who went out to advertise, got cornered and sent a plea for help via the Celestial Network!” The cooking Innate Martial Artist reported hastily, his expression panicked. “Check the Celestial Network quickly; it’s not far from the dojo.”
Jiang Taixuan opened the virtual dojo interface and frowned. “You, keep cooking. Can’t even handle a single Innate? This is the result of spending too little money.”
Flipping out of the hammock, Jiang Taixuan waved his hand, and a longsword appeared—a mediocre quality one belonging to an Innate Warrior, barely serviceable.
Faraway Yet Close! Each step covered dozens of meters. He vanished from the Innate Martial Artist’s sight in the blink of an eye.
“The Field Master truly is formidable,” the Innate Martial Artist marveled.
No one had seen Jiang Taixuan in action, yet none dared to doubt his strength.
Zhao Ming’s trouble unfolded a mere kilometer from the dojo. In a few strides, Jiang Taixuan arrived at the scene.
“Speak! Where is the Divine Devil Dojo?” A young Martial Artist pressed a narrow, sharp blade against Zhao Ming’s neck.
“Just a kilometer away,” Zhao Ming answered without hesitation.
“I don’t believe you!” The youth’s face was frosty.
Zhao Ming: “……”
You… don’t believe me?
Damn it! Why did you even ask if you weren’t going to believe the answer?
“Hurry up and tell me the Divine Devil Dojo’s true location. Try to deceive me again, and don’t blame my blade for showing no mercy,” the youth demanded coldly.
Zhao Ming opened his mouth. He had told the truth, yet it wasn’t believed. What was he supposed to do? I’m driven to despair as well.
“Ahem, young man, he didn’t lie to you,” Jiang Taixuan couldn’t take it anymore. Was this kid’s brain faulty? Zhao Ming told him the truth. Why not believe it?
“Hm? Who are you?” The youth’s expression changed. He tightened the blade’s edge, and a trickle of blood seeped from Zhao Ming’s neck.
“Jiang Taixuan, Master of the Divine Devil Dojo,” Jiang Taixuan declared, clasping his hands behind his back. “What misunderstanding could be between Zhao Ming and you to require drawn steel?”
“Young hero, I’m a merchant. The Field Master you seek has arrived. Can we please move the blade away now?” Zhao Ming pleaded bitterly.
“You are Jiang Taixuan, Master of the Divine Devil Dojo?” The youth glanced at him and asked coldly, “Is there a fat guy often with you, who you often bully?”
“Do you mean Ximen Qing?” Jiang Taixuan’s lips twitched. “You’re also from the Ximen family?”
“Seems correct. I was referred by Xiao Tian. He said the best way to identify you was by the presence of a bruised and swollen fat guy,” the youth stated calmly as he sheathed his blade.
“……”
Jiang Taixuan desperately wanted to know what slander Xiao Tian had spread about him!
This made him quite unhappy. He treated that fat Ximen so well, only to be accused of bullying him? Utterly dishonest!
“Alright, come to the dojo with me first,” Jiang Taixuan said.
“Wait. Let’s have a match first!” The youth’s eyes burned fervently, bursting with fighting spirit. “I challenge you!”
“Save the challenges for later.” Jiang Taixuan waved dismissively, then turned to Zhao Ming. “See? This is what happens when you spend too little. Had you invested enough money, would you have become someone’s prisoner?”
“Can’t even defeat some kid? Needing me to rescue you? Aren’t you ashamed?” Jiang Taixuan sneered, snorted coldly, and started walking away. “Crawl back by yourself! Truly disgraceful.”
Zhao Ming burned with shame and hurried after, muttering under his breath, “I’d spend if I could! I just don’t have any money!”
Following Jiang Taixuan to the Divine Devil Dojo, the youth finally realized Zhao Ming hadn’t lied.
He had been here before – there was no Divine Devil Dojo then. That’s why he thought Zhao Ming was deceiving him. After arriving and learning the dojo was recently opened, he knew Zhao Ming spoke the truth.
“Field Master, the meal is ready!” the Innate Warrior quickly announced.
Jiang Taixuan nodded. “Let’s eat first, then talk.”
The youth frowned, gripping his knife. “A warm-up bout before the meal would make it taste much better.”
“Don’t be a Xu Changkong,” Jiang Taixuan shook his head. Another battle maniac.
“Who is Xu Changkong?” the youth asked curiously.
“A Way of the Sword genius. Like you – a battle maniac. Now he’s back home developing his land, working hard to earn money,” Jiang Taixuan kept his tone plain, but a hint of smugness flashed across his face.
Turning a battle maniac into a money-earning, hard-working young man filled him with pride and accomplishment in his heart.