149: Chapter 149 The Turmoil After the Donation

With the increase in tippers, combined with Ye Yisong's enthusiastic cooperation with the crowd's cheers and Ye Yiguang's behind-the-scenes manipulation—constantly emphasizing Wang Jingcheng's words of encouragement and promising heavy rewards for those who tipped the most Spirit Stones—the competitive spirit of the Wang Family fools was instantly ignited. Who wouldn't want the attention of an Elder with real power in the Family?

Coupled with Grandfather Ye Tuantu personally stepping in to bewilder Wang Jingcheng for ten minutes of laughter, it was precisely during those ten minutes that the scene spiraled out of control. The Spirit Stones being tipped increased more and more, reaching hundreds, and even thousands.

As for the other non-Wang Family Martial Artists, those who were just joining in the fun were fine. Once their tips exceeded one hundred Spirit Stones, they came to their senses, stopped, kept a close watch on their purses, and only shouted to cheer, no longer throwing out Spirit Stones.

No matter what, the Wang Family Elder's rewards would never fall to them.

As for the many Wang Family Martial Artists who participated in the tipping, they were truly committed for the sake of Wang Jingcheng's verbal promise. They didn't treat the Spirit Stones as Spirit Stones at all, pulling them out by the handful, until the big brother who finally shouted "Ten thousand" completely stunned the crowd.

"Who are you? Why don't I recognize you?"

"And you, why have I never seen you in the Family?"

"What kind of status do you have to be worthy of tipping with us, the Wang Family?"

The Wang Family members, having realized what happened, were furious. They wanted to vent all their anger on the onlookers and even wanted them to compensate for their losses.

"There are no more fools to watch. Let's go quickly, don't get extorted by these fools."

Seeing there was no more spectacle to watch, the crowd immediately scattered, hiding in the throng and disappearing from sight.

"Hey, Brother Wang, where are you planning to go? You haven't paid the ten thousand Spirit Stones you tipped yet." Ye Yiguang, leading a group of Ye Family Martial Artists, had long been guarding the perimeter. He had recorded clearly who had tipped how many Spirit Stones, who had paid, and who hadn't. Thirteenth Brother's ten-minute performance certainly wasn't for nothing.

"I, I... I don't have that many Spirit Stones." The Wang Family Martial Artist who was stopped stammered, unable to say a complete sentence.

For a Martial Master, ten thousand Spirit Stones could be considered a huge sum. It would take months of saving without eating or drinking, not something that could be casually produced.

"If you don't have money, why act like a big shot? Tipping ten thousand, why didn't you tip a hundred thousand? You're so capable, weren't you watching happily just now? Pay up, pay up immediately!" Ye Yiguang said, looking down his nose at him without any courtesy.

"I really... I really don't have any money." The Wang Family Martial Artist, grabbed by his collar by Ye Yiguang, was on the verge of tears from Ye Yiguang's pressure.

"No money? That's easy to solve. Take out everything valuable on you, and let me see what it's worth. Is it enough to pay off the debt?" Ye Yiguang continued to press, determined to force him into the most embarrassing corner to wash away the humiliation Ye Yisong had suffered.

"Here, let him go." Wang Jingcheng's trusted steward, who had rushed over, gave Ye Yiguang a venomous look and threw a Spirit Stone savings card at him.

"And you owe eight thousand, you five hundred, you three thousand, you one thousand two..." After receiving the savings card, Ye Yiguang did not stop; he pointed at several more people before finally ceasing.

"Good, good, good. A very good Ye Family." This trusted steward gave Ye Yiguang a deep look, continued to take out over twenty thousand Spirit Stones to settle the accounts of the Wang Family members, snorted coldly, and quickly led them away from the place.

The longer they stayed here, the more it damaged the Wang Family's reputation.

Wang Jingcheng had sent him to stop these idiots from continuing to tip Spirit Stones, but by the time he arrived, it was already too late. A big brother had called the price directly to ten thousand, and even he had to look sideways to see which bastard was so generous to the enemy.

After seeing clearly who was calling, this steward had the urge to strangle him. This bastard was actually his nephew—what a disaster!

"Thirteenth Brother, we have harvested a total of eighty-three thousand five hundred and seventy-six Spirit Stones. We must thank the Wang Family for their generosity, hahaha!"

After Ye Yiguang and the Ye Family members collected the Spirit Stones from the ground, he loudly announced the number of Spirit Stones. The peals of laughter irritated the Wang Family Martial Artists, making them wish they could turn back and fight them.

"Take out fifty thousand to distribute among the clansmen, and use the rest to treat all the uncles and brothers to a good meal at Yuelai Pavilion."

Ye Yisong instructed. These Spirit Stones had a different significance; they could go into anyone's purse, but they could not go into Ye Yisong's.

In just a few minutes, the trouble-making Wang Family Martial Artists were dealt with, and Ye Yisong's gaze returned to the two people still practicing Alchemy on the arena.

Looking at their movements, it was estimated that it would take less than an hour to successfully refine this batch of Medicinal Pills. Ye Yisong continued to fiddle with the completed Talisman in his hand, sitting and waiting for them to open their furnaces; when the time came, the quality of the Medicinal Pills would naturally be revealed.

"Condense."

As Ye Yisong had expected, in less than an hour, Young Master Qi and Wang Xianliang began to condense their pills one after another, followed by two distinct scents of Medicinal Pills permeating the air. Both of them had succeeded.

Young Master Qi smiled, opened his Pill Furnace unhurriedly, and with a gentle wave of his hand, five Third Grade Low Grade Medicinal Pills flew out and landed steadily in his hand. He breathed a sigh of relief; he had finally secured the third seat.

He couldn't compare to the two monsters left on the stage. Wang Xianda was understandable, after all, his age was there. But Ye Yisong? He was over ten years younger than him, and not only was his cultivation not weaker than his, but his craftsmanship was also a notch higher. He was not human.

Just as Ye Yisong was waiting for Wang Xianliang to open his Pill Furnace, an accident occurred. After Wang Xianliang extinguished the furnace fire, he did not open the Pill Furnace but instead sat down like an old monk entering meditation, closed his eyes, cut off the outside world, and began to Cultivate on his own.

This left Ye Yisong dumbfounded. You didn't open the Pill Furnace, so how would I know what grade of Medicinal Pill you refined, or how many you refined?

Now all the pressure was on Ye Yisong!

"How treacherous!" The crowd of Ye Family members below the stage said, filled with indignation.

"There's more spectacle to watch."

"Hahaha, let's see what you do now?"

"Young Master Xianliang must have refined Third Grade High Grade Medicinal Pills."

"Ye Yisong, why don't you refine a Third Grade High Grade Talisman!"

Compared to the anger of the Ye Family Martial Artists, the Wang Family Martial Artists were rejuvenated, crazily touting their own Prodigy and suppressing Ye Yisong.

Ye Yisong glanced at the countdown in the sky. There were less than three hours left. Producing three Third Grade High Grade Talismans was more than enough time. The only thing he couldn't decide was whether to expose his level of craftsmanship.

For the first place in the Prefecture Examination, was it worth it?

Looking at Wang Xianliang Cultivating on the arena, Ye Yisong couldn't be sure. Had Wang Xianliang really become a Third Grade High Grade Alchemist, or was he bluffing?

Ye Yisong couldn't distinguish these situations for a moment. Various thoughts flooded his mind. Should he take a step forward, or stop here and bet that Wang Xianliang was only a Third Grade Medium Grade Alchemist?