Chapter 95: No Matter What Sect Disciple You Are

“Is this the good news you brought me?”

Inside the Divine Devil Dojo, Jiang Taixuan looked at Wang Mingming with annoyance. This guy had caused a major trouble, dumped the blame on him, and then shamelessly came to say he was doing this for Jiang Taixuan’s own good.

“Mingming, you’ve changed,” Jiang Taixuan said quietly. Was this still the same elementary school kid he could easily trick… no, kindergarten kid?

“Field Master, think about it. A Dao Fruit Martial Artist, and from a sect — they must be very rich,” Wang Mingming said.

“Get lost,” Jiang Taixuan said unhappily, waving his hand and sending Wang Mingming flying out.

“Field Master, I came to rent,” Wang Mingming said with a bitter smile, scrambling back in. “I want to rent a strong expert to clear Qingyue Lake.”

Jiang Taixuan glanced at Wang Mingming and sneered coldly. “Sorry, I don’t want to rent to you.”

Wang Mingming’s face changed, and he quickly said, “Field Master, don’t worry, I’ll definitely give you a satisfactory explanation.”

If the Divine Devil Dojo blacklisted him, he would truly be finished. If the Dao Fruit Martial Artist arrived, the entire Wang Family would have to kneel.

Jiang Taixuan sat at the doorway, looking at Wang Mingming mockingly. “Young Master Wang, come on, explain it to me. If I’m in a good mood, maybe I’ll let it go.”

“Field Master, I just robbed their Spatial Rings. There are tens of thousands of Yuan Coins. How about we split it half and half?” Wang Mingming rubbed his hands together.

“I don’t do such dirty deals,” Jiang Taixuan waved his hand, looking disdainful. “That would lower my style.”

Style?

Wang Mingming was somewhat confused, but he understood Jiang Taixuan didn’t want it. He quickly said, “If Field Master doesn’t want it, that’s fine. I’ll use my half to rent a strong expert. When the Dao Fruit arrives, if they dare cause trouble, we’ll just kill them. Okay?”

Jiang Taixuan shook his head. “I’m a businessman. A Dao Fruit Martial Artist is a major client. Who kills their clients?”

“Field Master, you can’t just watch me die, right?” Wang Mingming’s face fell, and he spoke with a sob.

Aside from the Divine Devil Dojo, he really couldn’t think of any solution for the Dao Fruit Martial Artist.

“Serves you right. Who told you to look for trouble?” Jiang Taixuan sneered.

“Field Master, this time I didn’t start it. He tried to force me to join his sect and wouldn’t even give me a monthly wage,” Wang Mingming said, looking aggrieved. “I wanted to stay. If I left just like that, I wouldn’t get to see Field Master anymore in the future.”

Jiang Taixuan fell silent. In the future, when the Martial Artists of Clear Moon City earned money, they would all come to buy God-Demon Pills and refine themselves. Any one of them casually sent out would be considered a talent. It was very normal for them to attract the attention of sects.

Seeing Jiang Taixuan’s silence, Wang Mingming’s face twisted slightly with a trace of anger. “Field Master, this really isn’t my fault. Those two guys said if I didn’t agree to join their sect, they would kill my whole family and make me their servant. Who could stand that?”

Jiangixuan gave a scornful smile, looking at Wang Mingming without speaking.

“Field Master, I was wrong. I promise, next time I definitely won’t frame you,” Wang Mingming instantly deflated, his eyes turning red, almost crying.

Jiang Taixuan sighed. “I can forgive you, but you did cause trouble for the Dojo. You have to do some things for me.”

“What things, Field Master? Tell me. As long as I can keep renting and buying things, I’ll definitely do it,” Wang Mingming said joyfully, quickly responding.

“Take these papers. They list some materials. Try your best to help me collect them,” Jiang Taixuan said indifferently.

Wang Mingming glanced at them and rubbed his hands together. “Field Master, what about the money for collecting them?”

“Money? You have the nerve to mention money to me? Young Master Wang, this is your chance to redeem yourself. Get lost,” Jiang Taixuan said angrily. How dare he ask for money? He’d beat him to death!

Wang Mingming shuddered and hurriedly laughed dryly. “Joking, joking. How could I dare ask Field Master for money? Here are ten thousand Yuan Coins. I want to clear Qingyue Lake.”

“Five times. Li Yuanba and Wu Song, after dealing with the troubles outside the city, go to Qingyue Lake and clear it five times,” Jiang Taixuan called out.

Li Yuanba and Wu Song, after handling the troubles outside Clear Moon City, went directly to Qingyue Lake and began clearing it.

With two Gods and Demons working together, efficiency increased a lot. Plus, with the City Lord’s Manor joining in and starting to pay monthly wages, those Martial Artists worked like crazy.

“I hope Wang Mingming gathers the materials soon,” Jiang Taixuan stroked his chin, his eyes full of anticipation.

These were some Formation materials mentioned by Divine Marquis Zhuge — things like Energy-Gathering Formations, Slaughter Formations, Illusion Formations, and so on. If gathered, they could be set up in Qingyue Forest.

If all the Formations were laid out, and the killing Formations were taken over and managed by the Gods and Demons, no matter how many Dao Fruits came, they would all die.

“These poor bums, earn money faster, then hire Divine Marquis Zhuge to set up Formations for you,” Jiang Taixuan was very dissatisfied with Clear Moon City’s development progress.

Clear Moon City’s development drove all industries. Small shops that couldn’t find help before were now overcrowded. As long as the pay wasn’t too low, one could basically find work.

The major families weren’t hiring additional help for now. Their own people were enough for the temporary development, mining, and searching for Spiritual Herbs.

Two Innate Realm disciples from the Qingshan Sect supported each other, limping into Clear Moon City. The city residents promptly kept their distance.

“Senior Brother, where do we go?” the woman asked, looking confusedly at the streets, unsure where to head.

“We’ll look for Yang Ziling. Jiang Taixuan, I will definitely make you die,” the man said with venomous hatred.

The gazes of the surrounding crowd, though curious, seemed to the man to be full of mockery and disdain, making him feel humiliated.

He was a Qingshan Sect disciple. Every time he left the sect, wasn’t he fawned over and surrounded? Who wouldn’t call him a genius? Yet now he was in such a miserable state, and instead of being watched, people kept away.

“Yang Ziling said he was at Clear Moon Tavern, the biggest tavern. It should be easy to find,” the woman whispered.

The two limped along, searching for Clear Moon Tavern.

A quarter of an hour later, they finally arrived at the entrance of Clear Moon Tavern. Just as they were about to enter, a figure blocked the doorway, dressed like a waiter, his face wearing a look of disdain and impatience. “It’s not time for food handout yet. You two beggars, scram quickly.”

“Beggars?” Their faces instantly changed, expressions shifting seven or eight times, extremely complex and filled with rage. “You say we are beggars?”

“Look at you, all dirty and limping. What else are you if not beggars?” the waiter said with contempt. His gaze shifted, saw their swords, and his expression changed slightly, his tone softening a bit. “Clear Moon Tavern has been reserved. Leave quickly.”

“Lowly ants dare insult us like this?” The two were so angry they felt their lungs would explode. Their swords rang as they were unsheathed, killing intent erupting.

“Manager, someone’s causing trouble!” The waiter turned pale and turned to run.

“Halt!”

Although the two Innate Realms were severely injured, they were not comparable to an ordinary waiter. As the two sword blades neared him, an angry shout came, and a figure quickly appeared. A sword energy shot out, deflecting the two blades.

“Who dares interfere in Qingshan Sect’s affairs?” The two were furious, glaring at the newcomer.

“You two, this is Clear Moon Tavern, not a place for killing,” the figure strode forward quickly. It was a middle-aged man holding a sharp sword, dressed as a manager. “I am the manager of Clear Moon Tavern, He San. Please give me some face.”

“Face? Your waiter insulted us. Do you know who we are?” the man said with an angry laugh, his gaze cold as frost.

“Apologies. Your attire is rather unexpected. The waiter was wrong. I apologize on his behalf,” He San said calmly, turning and scolding the waiter angrily. “Aren’t you going to crawl over and apologize to these two lords? No discernment at all, can’t even recognize two Innate Realms? Don’t want to work anymore?”

The waiter’s face changed, and he plopped down on his knees, kowtowing repeatedly. “Two lords, spare my life. I failed to recognize your eminence. Please forgive me.”

“Forgive you?” the man sneered coldly, killing intent undiminished. “I can forgive you. Kill yourself then.”

“Friends, he has kowtowed and apologized. Don’t be ungrateful,” He San’s face also darkened. He didn’t expect this person to press his advantage.

“We are from the Qingshan Sect. Let me tell you, if he doesn’t die today, tomorrow we will wipe out your entire Clear Moon Tavern!” the woman also spoke coldly.

“Wipe out my Clear Moon Tavern?” He San sneered, his eyes full of mockery. “No matter what sect disciple you are, get lost right now.”

“Die!” The two surged with rage, their sword tips striking out together.