Chapter 53: I’m Just a Fat Guy

“Take the things directly.” the lead black-clothed man whispered in a low voice.

Looking at the Divine-level Cultivation Method before him, the black-clothed man’s eyes shone with Greed.

“Everything is mine now. Clear Moon City, the Great Cloud Kingdom, the future… I am a god!”

“Ding. Detected thieves stealing goods. Restriction Seal activated. Forcibly erasing.”

A golden light lit up. Jiang Taixuan secretly raised his head and was dazzled by the golden light.

The golden light flashed and vanished. The Dojo returned to darkness, as if nothing had happened. The four black-clothed men were gone without a trace, completely evaporated.

“Tsk tsk. Daring to steal from the Dojo. I wanted to play with them a bit longer, but the System wouldn’t allow it.” Jiang Taixuan pouted.

He had originally wanted to see who they were, but the System erased them directly. There wasn’t even a chance for interrogation. They just vanished.

He didn’t bother with the Dojo door anymore. He sat cross-legged to cultivate. With the System here, the outcome for thieves was already very tragic.

A night passed. Ximen the Fatty put on his new clothes and came to report early.

“Brother Xuan, I’ve changed into the clothes. What do you want me to do?” Ximen the Fatty held a folding fan, looking quite smug.

Jiang Taixuan facepalmed. “Aren’t you really afraid of being beaten to death by Wu Song?”

Ximen the Fatty remained incorrigible. The new clothes he bought were exactly the set he described as Ximen Qing’s attire. And this time, he changed into full green, so eye-catching. If Wu Song were here, he would definitely get another severe beating.

“Ahem, I’ll change out of them the next time I come.” Ximen the Fatty coughed dryly and said impatiently, “Brother Xuan, you still haven’t said what the matter is. Is it to go to Clear Moon City?”

Jiang Taixuan glanced at Ximen the Fatty and didn’t dwell on his clothing issue anymore. “This time, you will visit the Mercenary Guild. Visit the person in charge there and discuss cooperation matters.”

“Okay… Whoa, what did you say?” Ximen the Fatty’s eyes widened. He was to go to the Mercenary Guild? Wasn’t that asking for death?

“Don’t worry. You have a Top Grade Bloodline now. Everyone knows. They won’t kill you. And, haven’t I told you so many stories? Have you forgotten?” Jiang Taixuan patted the fatty’s shoulder solemnly. “Think about Tang Ju, Zhuge Liang, Lin Xiangru… Fatty, I have high hopes for you!”

“Brother Xuan.” Ximen the Fatty opened his mouth. He knew who Tang Ju was—a man who fulfilled his mission without disgrace, daring to stand up to a kingdom’s emperor.

Zhuge Liang was also amazing, dividing the realm into three parts, debating brilliantly with many heroes. He had forgotten which story Lin Xiangru was from, but Ximen the Fatty wasn’t in the mood to think now. He was very scared inside. “Brother Xuan, they were all great figures. I’m just a fat guy.”

“You are the Divine Devil Dojo’s Salesman. No one can touch you. Go with confidence.” Jiang Taixuan patted the fatty’s shoulder encouragingly.

Ximen the Fatty didn’t move. This was too dangerous. “Brother Xuan, what about Senior Li Guang? Can he accompany me?”

“Li Guang is in seclusion. So is Wu Song.” Jiang Taixuan said.

“What about Li…”

“Li Yuanba has been rented out. Only you can go.” Jiang Taixuan shattered Ximen the Fatty’s last sliver of hope.

“Fatty, when two armies fight, they do not kill the messenger. Besides, you are only going to discuss business.” Seeing he still wouldn’t move, Jiang Taixuan had to continue persuading. “At most, they’ll say harsh words to scare you. If you are tough and show the anger of a common man, you can intimidate them into backing off.”

Ximen the Fatty’s small eyes gleamed. “Brother Xuan, I don’t believe it!”

“Then how about this. Don’t you have the dream of ‘greening’? I’ll teach you a poem. If you memorize it and recite it to the one you love, it will definitely move her.” Jiang Taixuan’s expression turned serious. “This poem touches the heart deeply. Even a strange woman who hears it will feel goodwill toward you.”

Ximen the Fatty’s small face tensed up. He clenched his fist. “Brother Xuan, tell me. If the poem is really good, I’ll go.”

Indeed, ideals were the greatest!

Jiang Taixuan sighed inwardly, recalling a poem from his previous life. He recited it softly.

“There is a beauty I saw, unforgettable. One day not seeing her, thoughts drive me wild… Unable to fly together, I am lost to ruin.”

“This… a good poem, a good poem.” Ximen the Fatty clapped his hands repeatedly, his small face flushed red. “It’s ten thousand times better than that ‘Moonlight before my bed’.”

“Go. This poem is called ‘The Phoenix Seeks Its Mate’. If you handle the matter well, I’ll teach you another one.” Jiang Taixuan said.

“Really?” Ximen the Fatty became excited.

“Naturally. When have I ever lied to you, Brother Xuan? Moreover, I have prepared five hundred Gold Coins as activity funds for you.” Jiang Taixuan said calmly, taking out a money pouch and handing it to him.

“Alright, Brother Xuan, I’m going. Wait for my good news.” Ximen the Fatty took the money pouch, flicked open his folding fan, raised his head, and stepped out toward Clear Moon City, one firm step at a time.

“There is a beauty I saw, unforgettable. One day not seeing her, thoughts drive me wild…”

“Ximen the Fatty is still easier to fool.” Jiang Taixuan breathed a sigh of relief and turned to enter the Dojo.

He wasn’t concerned about Ximen the Fatty’s safety. A Top Grade Bloodline was no joke. Those people would be too busy trying to win him over; how could they harm him?

Furthermore, the Divine Devil Dojo had Foundation Building experts, and not ordinary ones either. Those top forces already knew. If they moved against Ximen the Fatty, they would be provoking the Divine Devil Dojo and drawing out its Foundation Building experts.

Looking at the Dojo, Jiang Taixuan sighed slightly. He sat down cross-legged and opened the Celestial Network to relieve boredom.

News about the Divine Devil Dojo’s competition with Clear Moon Academy had already spread. Someone even opened a betting pool. Only a few people placed bets, wagering on Clear Moon Academy’s victory.

Wang Yuan posted a message, asking him, “My Wang Family has many mediocre talents, Field Master. How about I lend you a few?”

“My family also has many, Field Master. Pick any you like, whichever catches your eye.” This was from the Chen Family.

Jiang Taixuan rolled his eyes and replied, “You pay. Then the participant for this competition is yours. If you want me to train them, I’m sorry.”

Jiang Taixuan had a statement that silenced all the Innate Martial Artists. They just wanted to take advantage. Who knew Jiang Taixuan wouldn’t give them the chance?

Not long after, more people placed bets on the gambling pool, but they all bet on Clear Moon Academy’s victory. Only Tang Yuelu and Wang Yuan bet on his victory.

Although the Divine Devil Dojo’s goods were magical, more people still didn’t know about it. Moreover, besides Field Master Jiang Taixuan, they only saw one person with a Top Grade Bloodline—Ximen the Fatty.

Now that Ximen the Fatty couldn’t fight, they could lend people over, but Jiang Taixuan clearly wasn’t willing to pay out of his own pocket.

For them to pay? That was impossible. If they had money, they would buy it themselves. Would they give it to their clan disciples?

Also, Jiang Taixuan said he wouldn’t train them. They also considered another problem: Jiang Taixuan couldn’t use the goods freely either. Otherwise, with a Divine-level Cultivation Method, Divine Elixirs, and refined Innate Spiritual Energy, wouldn’t he at least be an Innate Realm Martial Artist?

At the very least, he would be at the Foundation Building stage. But Jiang Taixuan was only at Innate Realm right now.

Divine Bloodline, cultivation methods, physiques—these were simply not things an ordinary person could possess, let alone sell. Plus, Jiang Taixuan was once just a good-for-nothing. Everyone started making connections.

Behind Jiang Taixuan, there might be a terrifying existence, or a terrifying force supporting him!

Without a force, without strength, how would he dare to oppose Clear Moon Academy?

Jiang Taixuan didn’t know what those people were thinking. He looked at the bet, opened by the Wanyi Commerce Guild. The odds for Clear Moon Academy were five to one. For the Divine Devil Dojo, they were ten to one.

“Should I place a bet?” Jiang Taixuan pondered. This was a good chance to make money. He checked his small treasury; he already had four hundred and forty-three Yuan Coins.