34: Money Rolls in (Please Read)

Chapter 34: Wealth Pours In (Please Read and Follow)

"Brother, why don't you go sign up and give it a try?" Tang Tiaotiao teased, "I think you and Xue Lingling are quite a suitable age."

"..."

Tang Beng's forehead darkened, and he shot her a glare.

Could this young lady of the Xue Family be served by just anyone?

Besides, she dressed like a female ghost every day; who would like to play a horror theme all the time?

"Eh~" Tang Beng suddenly thought of Wu Xian, "Little Xianzi could give it a try. Joining the Club doesn't cost money, and he gets a salary every month. Isn't that better than sitting around and doing nothing like you?"

"Someone as insignificant as me will pass," Wu Xian quickly waved his hand.

"Go try it. There's no registration fee or anything."

Wu Xian vaguely brushed him off. Of course, he knew Tang Beng was thinking of him, but he wasn't interested, nor was it necessary.

The most, most, most important thing was that the woman was toxic!

The three continued deeper into the factory area, hunting Dimensional Mirage monsters.

During the hunt, Tang Beng kept trying to condense a Soul divine scroll, but he made no progress.

On the other hand, Tang Tiaotiao's thoughts flowed like a spring, and she had already conceived the general outline of the Death God Sky Knight in her mind.

This was a significant blow to Tang Beng, her older brother.

Perhaps he really wasn't suited for the path of a Scroll Master?

"Hmm? What's going on?"

They were in the middle of a satisfying hunt when the eerie and strange Dimensional Mirage around them suddenly began to glitch and dim.

Tang Beng looked around, pondering, "It seems this Dimensional Mirage has ended."

"What? I haven't even condensed a divine scroll yet, and it's already over?" Tang Tiaotiao complained, still wanting more.

"It's fine. We still have a lot of Materials stockpiled. We'll find someone to buy more later." Tang Beng seemed to have accepted that he wasn't cut out for this. "I also have quite a bit in my pocket; I'll save it all for you."

"Ah? Brother doesn't want to condense a divine scroll anymore?" Tang Tiaotiao was puzzled.

Tang Beng gave a self-deprecating smile, "Alright, let's go home first. Father will probably be too excited to sleep when he sees your Moon God Sky Rider."

Then he bid farewell to Wu Xian and left.

Watching the brother and sister depart on their mechanical power skateboards, Wu Xian secretly envied them.

If only he could fly too.

However, that [mechanical power skateboard] seemed very expensive, so it would be better for him to find a solution himself.

"Didn't they say it would take ten days to half a month? It's only been three days, and it's over?"

Clearly, Xue Lingling's previous words were just to scare the refugees and incite their fear.

Now that the Dimensional Mirage had ended and the Shantytown was no longer blockaded, he could focus on developing his business.

"Hmm? Whose [hyperspace bracelet] fell?"

He had only walked a few steps when he seemed to step on something. Looking closely, it was a hyperspace storage bracelet.

Seeing no one around to claim it, Wu Xian tried to check the spiritual imprint inside the bracelet and found that the spiritual imprint had dimmed.

"He's dead, huh?" Wu Xian's expression was strange.

This was the God of Wealth showing his power.

Erasing the residual spiritual imprint and checking the items inside, it was the legacy of a small rich guy.

Inside were many Materials of various types, as well as some miscellaneous items. Crucially, this storage bracelet was a three-star one, with a significantly larger storage space.

He immediately released Black Impermanence to send this unknown brother off with a prayer, wishing him a good journey.

"Not bad, not bad."

After putting on the new bracelet, he felt pleased.

He returned home, and Zhao He and the others' families had also left, joining the general Shantytown population in post-disaster reconstruction and aftermath work.

Along the way, he saw many soldiers moving the bodies of the deceased, which inevitably made him feel heavy-hearted.

After Old Wang was conscripted, he naturally joined the post-disaster relief efforts and wouldn't be back until tomorrow.

"The road to making money is long and arduous!"

He checked the exorbitant housing prices on a real estate transaction website, and his fighting spirit soared.

Ever since learning about "twisted pollution," he had thought about moving to the city.

Just as he was pondering how to make money, a string of good fortune began to follow.

First, his neighbors, Old Wang and a few others, came one after another to inquire about the price of the [chicken king and divine tiger] Guardian scroll, as many people in the surrounding area had personally experienced the scroll's magic and power.

However, the Shantytown consisted of poor families, so selling it too expensively wouldn't be appropriate.

Ultimately, they settled on a price of two thousand per scroll.

Although the price wasn't high, the profit was still decent, as practicing scroll drafts wasn't particularly valuable, only costing practice paper and some pigments.

Roughly calculated, each scroll could probably earn about two to three hundred.

Not long after Old Wang and the others left, Zhao He and his group also excitedly came over, equally interested in the Guardian scroll. After learning the price of two thousand per scroll, they decisively pre-ordered one each.

Of course, Zhao He and his group weren't just here for the Guardian scroll.

"Little Boss, fifty thousand is enough, I'll transfer it to you!"

The yellow-haired man excitedly pulled out his phone to transfer money to Wu Xian.

"Oh~ Looks like you've earned quite a bit these past two days," Wu Xian teased.

"Haha, thanks to Little Boss, I helped my brothers make a little money," Zhao He beamed, "Aren't I immediately coming back to repay Little Boss?"

Wu Xian chuckled, then asked the yellow-haired man, "By the way, you still have a loan, right? Don't end up unable to pay your monthly installments."

But the yellow-haired man had a look of obsession, "With Little Boss's invincible scroll in hand, are we afraid of not being able to pay that small monthly installment?"

Wu Xian was speechless.

Yes, with the [Chicken King] or [Divine Tiger] in hand, why would he be afraid of not earning back that small amount of money?

"Chicken King or Divine Tiger, which one do you want?" Wu Xian asked.

"Either is fine."

"Then choose the Chicken King. That way, when you go into the copy with Old Zhao, you'll be able to handle more situations."

"Okay, I'll listen to Little Boss."

The yellow-haired man was incredibly obedient, no longer showing his former rebellious demeanor.

The other scavengers still lacked a considerable amount of savings, but with Zhao He and the yellow-haired man leading the way, they should gradually be able to accumulate enough.

After sending off Zhao He and his group, Wu Xian summoned the God of Wealth and offered a devout worship.

This feeling of wealth pouring in was so incredibly satisfying!

He immediately prepared to go out to the North District to Boss Hu's place to purchase the Materials he would need next.

As soon as he stepped out the door, he saw two sneaking figures, a man and a woman, entering. They were the two little crybabies from the Xuantian Academy training team.

Upon seeing Wu Xian, they were delighted but also a bit awkward and embarrassed. They stammered, pushed each other, and couldn't get a word out for a long time.

"Do you two need something?" Wu Xian asked, frowning in confusion.

"Um, that..." Finally, the little crybaby girl bravely spoke up, "To be honest, we're very interested in your scroll, and we wanted to ask you about it."

Wu Xian was slightly taken aback, feeling a bit uneasy inside.

Good heavens, there's more?

What's wrong with the God of Wealth?

He had only just experienced a Dimensional Mirage, why was he suddenly putting in so much effort? Could this good fortune be exchanged for his life?

"Are these two scrolls?"

Wu Xian, having calmed down, pointed to the chicken king wards off evil and Home Guardian Divine Tiger scrolls pasted on the door.

"Yes, yes," the two nodded excitedly, "Could you reveal whose Great Master's work it is?"

"Well, this..."

Before Wu Xian could begin to elaborate, the male student proactively spoke, "Brother, don't worry, I'll transfer a thousand to you first. This is for the information. If you can help us get an introduction later, there will be a further generous reward."

Wu Xian was completely bewildered.

Are rich kids really this generous?

As expected of the talented students from Xuantian Academy in the big city, they were truly terrifying.