148: Chapter 148 Otherworld Version Popularity Tickets

A wicked smirk tugged at the corner of Ye Yisong's mouth. He tossed ten newly crafted Medium Grade Tier 3 Talismans into the air, performing a showy display. Under his control, the Talismans flickered, transforming into a small bird, then a lotus flower, and then a fish, drawing gasps of amazement from the children watching the competition below.

"I refuse to believe that even if you can't hear, you can't see." During his performance, Ye Yisong kept a constant eye on Wang Xianda's facial expressions. As long as Wang Xianda took a single glance, Ye Yisong's goal would be achieved.

"What is Ye Yisong doing? Has he gone crazy from Talisman Making?"

"You have to admit, he's actually pretty good at it."

"Hahaha."

The Martial Artists below watched in confusion as Ye Yisong played with his crafted Talismans like a circus acrobat. Some watched for the spectacle, some mocked him, and others looked on with amusement.

"Kids, come on, let's go play over there." Ye Yiguang was truly the good brother who had grown up with Ye Yisong since they were kids running around naked. He understood Ye Yisong's intentions at a glance and immediately rounded up a group of the watching children, running to the front of Wang Xianda to clap and cheer.

"Schemers!" By the time the Wang Family realized the trick, it was too late to stop it. Wang Xianda had already noticed the commotion and turned his head to look behind him.

When he saw the ten Medium Grade Tier 3 Talismans dancing in the air in Ye Yisong's hands, his pupils constricted deeply. The harmonious and flawless Qi surrounding him nearly shattered. Fortunately, he reacted in time and immediately shut down his eye orifices, sealing off his vision. Judging by Wang Xianda's movements, he actually intended to complete the final step of Alchemy—condensing the liquid into a pill—relying solely on his sense of smell and memory.

What a Wang Family, what a Wang Xianda!

Whether it was Ye Yisong or the Martial Artists below, everyone was shocked by this maneuver from Wang Xianda.

The members of the Wei Family, in particular, felt a complex mix of emotions that they couldn't easily express to outsiders.

Wasn't the Wang Family's Alchemy originally stolen from the Wei Family?

Yet, this technique Wang Xianda used to condense the Medicinal Pill had actually surpassed the Wei Family's. This kid from the Wang Family was truly formidable!

"It seems I cannot let you live," Wei Chengyue muttered to himself.

Ye Yiguang leading the group of children had nearly broken Wang Xianda's state of mind, forcing Wang Xianda to reveal his technique of condensing the pill while shutting off two senses. The Wang Family members were so angry that they cursed loudly, ready to take action.

Seeing this, a junior of the Wang Family rolled his eyes and immediately thought of a clever way to retaliate against the Ye Family. He went to Wang Jingcheng's side and whispered a few words to him. After receiving his approval, he immediately took action, knowing that delays might lead to changes.

The Wang Family's petty actions were naturally seen by the members of the Ye Family. Ye Yiguang had almost won first place for the Family using a group of children, and knowing well that the competition wasn't just on the stage but also off it, how could they not be on guard against the Wang Family's underhanded tactics?

However, for the moment, they didn't know exactly what the Wang Family was planning, so they could only react to the moves as they came.

Before long, the Wang Family's underhanded trick was revealed to everyone. The junior led dozens of Wang Family Martial Artists to the area beneath the stage closest to Ye Yisong, pulled a handful of Spirit Stones from his robes, tossed them into the air, and laughed loudly:

"A reward!"

"The little lady is performing so well, give her a reward!"

"The Wang Family rewards the little lady with five Spirit Stones!"

"Come on, perform another one for your master!"

"Hahaha!"

The Wang Family was treating Ye Yisong like a circus clown, mocking him severely.

This junior was also cautious; the Spirit Stones he tossed were limited to the area below the stage, and not a single one landed on the stage itself. This neither violated the competition rules nor failed to disgust Ye Yisong.

In this world, many things are feared for lacking rules, but even more feared when the rules are made just for you.

"Reward him, give him plenty! Whoever gives the most, I, the old man, will reward heavily!" Wang Jingcheng said generously. He had finally vented some of his pent-up frustration. This junior was quite clever; he could be well-cultivated in the future. "Hahaha!"

After receiving Wang Jingcheng's praise, the Wang Family members tossed the stones with even more vigor, and their words became louder and increasingly nasty.

"This is going too far!"

Grandfather Ye Tuantu slammed the table, rose indignantly, and glared at Wang Jingcheng. The Wang Family was treating his grandson like a performer—this was outrageous.

This shameless maneuver by the Wang Family immediately drew the attention of all the Martial Artists at the Prefecture Office. The Martial Artists from the major families and the Loose Cultivators faced this scene wanting to laugh but not daring to; their faces turned red from holding it in, only letting loose in some hidden corner.

Not everyone was a high-ranking Family like the Wei or Wang families, daring to easily tweak the whiskers of the Ye Family. One careless move, and death or the destruction of their Family could be right before them.

It could be said that apart from the people of the Wei and Wang families who dared to laugh loudly, only a few high-ranking officials within the Cangjiang Prefecture Office dared to make a few jokes without fearing the Ye Family's murderous glares.

For example, Official Wu Tian, who was presiding over this assessment, watched the boy on the stage with great interest, seeing how he would handle the humiliation from the Wang Family.

Facing such humiliation, Ye Yisong did not change his expression. After giving a secret look to Ye Yiguang, he continued to play with the Medium Grade Tier 3 Talismans in his hands as if no one else was around, occasionally responding to the rewards from below: "Many thanks to all you brothers for the rewards."

"Hahaha!"

"Keep performing, little brother, we brothers will keep rewarding!"

"The Wang Family rewards ten Spirit Stones!"

Various voices continued to shout, and Spirit Stones kept flying through the air. Although the individual amounts thrown were small, the sheer number of people created a brief rain of Spirit Stones.

"The Wang Family rewards thirty Spirit Stones!"

"I'll reward fifty Spirit Stones!"

"I reward one hundred Spirit Stones!"

More and more people at the scene were giving rewards, and unknowingly, the amount of Spirit Stones being called out increased. For a time, the atmosphere became even more heated, and Ye Yisong performed with even more vigor.

"What's one hundred? I'll reward five hundred! Don't fight me for it; the Elder said whoever rewards the most will be heavily rewarded!" Ye Yiguang said, stirring the pot.

"Damn it, you think you have the most Spirit Stones, right? I'll reward one thousand!"

"I'll do two thousand!" He immediately tossed a bag of Spirit Stones into the air. With the sound of the Spirit Stones clashing against each other, the Martial Artist who shouted loudly looked at his surroundings with disdain.

Provoked by him, the stubborn, unyielding nature of gamblers flared up.

"I'll do three thousand!"

"Three thousand five hundred!"

"Five thousand!"

When the reward price soared to five thousand, some of the highly excited Wang Family members finally began to wake up. Just as they were about to say something, they were interrupted by someone's voice.

"What's five thousand? To be received and rewarded by the Elder, my life would be worth it! I offer five thousand five hundred Spirit Stones! Don't compete with me; whoever competes with me, I'll get angry with!"

Everyone turned back to look, but they didn't see who had thrown out another pile of Spirit Stones; they only saw Wang Jingcheng proudly showing off something to an old man beside him.

"If the Elder is happy, then I am happy. I offer six thousand."

"Seven thousand!"

"Seven thousand five hundred!"

"Eight thousand!"

The price continued to rise, and no matter how the people around them tried to persuade them, they couldn't stop the clansmen from throwing Spirit Stones around as if they were worthless.

"I offer ten thousand!" It wasn't until this earth-shattering shout stunned the crowd of fools that appeared in this small group of bidders that everyone finally stopped the momentum of continuing.

When this capable person who bid ten thousand turned back to see Wang Jingcheng's face again, what he saw was no longer a smiling face, but a long, dark, and gloomy one. And the old man standing beside him—why did he look like an Elder from the Ye Family?

It is said that this brother did indeed get an audience with Wang Jingcheng afterward, but what he received were two heavy slaps to the face.

"Many thanks to all you brothers of the Wang Family for the rewards. Yisong is eternally grateful." Ye Yisong looked at the Spirit Stones scattered all over the ground under the stage with a beaming smile. There are still many good people in this day and age.