Ye Ye was finally dragged away, kicking and screaming.
Ye Tianlong handed Jiangnan a shiny golden plaque, scale-shaped, with “Ye” engraved on the front and a fierce dragon head on the back.
“Brother Jiang, take this plaque. It’s a token from the old man. Little Ye caused you trouble.”
Jiangnan, holding the plaque, was stunned. “What’s it made of? So heavy.”
Ye Xingxuan: “Pure gold.”
Jiangnan’s eyes widened. “Trouble? No trouble. Let Ye Ye come assassinate me a couple more times.”
“Assassinations welcome.”
Bloody hell.
A palm-sized gold plaque, just given away?
Ye Daotian’s loaded.
Filthy rich.
A few more of these, and he’d be rich overnight.
Ye Ye pouted. “Got it. Keep the iron pot. I’ll be back to live in it.”
Ye Haitao: ???
What?
You let my daughter live in an iron pot these past few days?
You…
Ye Xingxuan smiled brightly. “Come to Kyoto sometime. I’ll treat you to hotpot.”
Jiangnan shuddered.
Only a fool would go.
On Ye family turf, he’d be the one cooked in the hotpot.
This girl, seemingly harmless, was a big shot.
Finally, the Ye family left.
Zhong Yingxue sighed in relief.
Xia Yao pounced, her puffy face pressing into Jiangnan’s shoulder.
“Spill it. Was that Salted Egg Superman claiming the prize you?”
“When did you win the lottery? Hand over the money.”
Jiangnan, stunned: “How’d you know?”
“Hmph, saw it on TV.”
Jiangnan: “That’s my money. What’s it to you? It’s my wife fund.”
Xia Yao blushed. “Pfft, shameless. You’re so young, already saving for a wife?”
Zhong Yingxue laughed. “Stop messing around.”
“By the way, we’re almost out of spirit beads for cultivation. We need to get more.”
Jiangnan paused.
Daily practice, replenishing spiritual energy, and breaking through levels all required spirit beads.
The three had been using beads from Tianchi Spiritual Ruin.
Zhong Yingxue was now at Bronze Peak.
Breaking through to Silver required a ton of spiritual energy.
Even Big Wolf was at Bronze Nine Stars.
Jiangnan had been stuck at Bronze Six Stars for a while.
Even with Heart-Pounding Popping Candy, it wasn’t as fast as absorbing spirit beads.
Xia Yao: “Isn’t the High School All-Star Game coming up?”
“We can go to Thousand Islands Lake Spiritual Ruin and score some beads.”
Zhong Yingxue smiled wryly. “That’s a month away. What about this month? Without beads, we’ll fall behind.”
Xia Yao pouted. “Then we can only go suffer at Tianchi Spiritual Ruin on weekends.”
But looking at Jiangnan, she perked up.
“Let’s go to Tianchi now. I want to eat barbecue inside.”
It was her dream, long cherished.
Jiangnan scoffed. “I’m not going. I’m setting up my stall.”
Xia Yao: Σ(ŎдŎ|||)ﾉ
Zhong Yingxue: ∑(°口°๑)ﾉ
Hey, have some ambition.
You’re a spirit warrior.
You won 50 million.
Why still set up a stall?
Addicted or what?
Jiangnan was eager to set up because he’d used up his skill points.
And only had about 300,000 resentment points left.
He was saving up.
Hoping to get a proper new prize in one go.
In Jiangnan’s mind, setting up a stall boosted his strength far more than entering a spiritual ruin.
Zhong Yingxue smiled. “Xia Yao and I can go. We’ve gone before.”
But Xia Yao grabbed Jiangnan’s arm, shaking her head like a rattle.
“No way. A spiritual ruin without barbecue and a tent is incomplete.”
Zhong Yingxue: !!!
This girl.
She’s hooked on Jiangnan.
[Resentment points from Zhong Yingxue +666.]
Jiangnan grinned. “No rush. I’m not okay with you two going alone.”
“I’ll figure something out.”
Xia Yao: “How? Not going to a ruin, where’ll you get beads?”
“Buy them? That’s a loss. Your wife fund won’t get you many.”
Jiangnan smirked. “Joke’s on you. Money in my hands never goes out.”
“Stay home. I’ll set up my stall and support you both.”
Xia Yao’s eyes widened, giving Jiangnan a thumbs-up.
Zhong Yingxue burst out laughing.
They set up the new furniture and prepared thoroughly.
Jiangnan posted on Weibo from his iPhone 11 Pro Max.
South God: Ready to meet your little cutie?
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8 PM tonight. University Town, be there.
…
The comments exploded.
“Wow, I’m obsessed with South God. Why does he always hit my sweet spot?”
“Mum, it’s him. I’m hopelessly in love.”
“Damn South God. Why didn’t you tell me Hulk briefs lose elasticity after 30 wears?”
“At the school match, my briefs fell off, believe it? Over 10,000 students saw.”
“Now they call me Level 8 Gust.”
“Bro above, you revealed your size.”
“Clearly a newbie. Don’t you know to expect this with South God’s stuff?”
“Pfft, you’re just useless. I went three years in uni without a girlfriend, dropped my briefs in a match too.”
“Now I’ve got permanent firing rights for four years. Five girls on the go. Nickname: Racehorse Perpetual Motion.”
“This time, I’m getting leeks to boost myself.”
“Kneel in awe.”
“Capital. That’s the real capital.”
Jiangnan covered his face.
His comment section was a mess.
Scrolling further.
“South God, been waiting forever. Money’s ready. Got ginseng?”
“Highly recommend. Bedridden for 20 years, my 97-year-old dad ate ginseng, jumped out of bed, bled from his nose for three hours, then went straight to the village salon.”
“97 and still going strong? Epic. I want one too.”
Jiangnan grinned. Business would be good today.
Wearing his QR code combat suit, he headed to University Town.
The moment he set up, the crowd went wild.
The hottest items were leeks and Strength.
In China, if you say something boosts kidneys, it’ll sell out to extinction.
Next was Vitality Ginseng, a lifesaving, healing treasure. 100,000 wasn’t expensive.
Even healthy people wanted one for emergencies.
His last free giveaway really made Vitality Ginseng famous.
“Little brother, one Vitality Ginseng for my wife.”
An old man in a vest, waving a fan, handed Jiangnan a stack of 100,000 wrapped in newspaper.
“Got it, sir. Here you go.”
Just then, a group of men in uniforms pushed through, dragging a white-haired woman to the stall.
The old man, about to take the ginseng, was shoved and nearly fell.
Jiangnan quickly steadied him, frowning deeply.
“Look, is it him?”
The woman nodded awkwardly. It was the same woman who said her daughter had leukaemia.
Jiangnan had given her a ginseng.
This was…
The lead man crouched, raising an eyebrow. “Little brother, interested in a big deal?”
Jiangnan grinned. “Do your spicy arse.”
[Resentment points from Gao Yuanshan +1000.]
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