96: Chapter 96 The Miraculous Effects of Dragon-Shaped Grass

In the living room.

Li Ru went to the kitchen to busy herself, while the old man, Fang Dawei, continued sitting back at the tea table sipping tea, and Fang Wu lay on a recliner watching the federation news.

This father and son pair both had joy on their faces at this moment.

One hoping for his son to become a dragon, the other hoping for his grandson to become a dragon.

"Fang Wu, you old codger, your life is tough; you should be able to survive for a few more years." Fang Dawei sipped his tea and smacked his lips as he said this.

"... Are Transcendent Martial Artists that profitable?"

Fang Wu was a bit surprised. The heartfelt words he had spoken to Fang Zhuo earlier were purely from the bottom of his heart; he hadn't considered much else.

Regarding Transcendent Martial Artists, he had no idea how capable they were of making money.

"Nonsense."

Fang Dawei snorted and said, "Transcendent, Transcendent—they are not even in the same dimension as ordinary martial artists. A casual Transcendent Martial Artist has an annual income of over one billion!"

"And for powerful Transcendent Martial Artists, federation currency is just a number."

"Truly valuable resources are traded through barter by Transcendent Martial Artists; they wouldn't use federation currency for transactions. Forget it, why am I even bothering to talk to an ignorant bumpkin like you about this."

Fang Dawei pursed his lips and continued sipping his tea to himself.

Fang Wu wasn't annoyed; instead, he began to feel some anticipation. If it were really as the old man said, it wouldn't be hard for a Transcendent Martial Artist to earn eight hundred million or a billion.

Could he really wait a year or two for his son to help him restore his vitality?

He couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

No one dislikes having a long life. In the federation, even if one is only a Primary Martial Artist, life is quite comfortable, with colorful material and spiritual entertainment; no one wants to die easily.

In the living room corridor.

Fang Jing was tiptoeing to eavesdrop at the wall when the door lock suddenly turned, and she nearly fell over in a panic.

Oh no!

She was about to be caught red-handed by her big brother!

And she had heard things she shouldn't have... The tone her brother used just now when telling her sister-in-law to open her mouth was so domineering... But finishing so quickly... It clearly wasn't very effective.

Her big brother wouldn't take his dissatisfaction out on her, would he...?

"Xiao Jing, what are you doing?"

Fang Zhuo came out of the bedroom, looking at Fang Jing, who was twisting her body non-stop, with confusion.

"Brother, haha, nothing, I was just exercising my balance... Well, the school taught a set of core strengthening exercises, saying it helps with awakening a Martial Aspect."

Fang Jing was talking nonsense with a straight face.

"... Come here."

Fang Zhuo supported his sister and brought her into the living room.

Seeing Fang Zhuo walking straight towards him, Fang Wu couldn't help but sit up straight.

"Dad, this is dragon-shaped grass. Take it right here. If you feel any discomfort, tell me immediately." Fang Zhuo handed over a stalk of dragon-shaped grass.

"What grass?"

Fang Wu shouted in shock.

Fang Dawei also spat out a mouthful of tea: "Dragon-what grass?"

"What are you shouting about? We're about to eat. One old, one big, neither of you acts like an elder. It's not easy for Fang Zhuo to come back once; if you two keep shouting, get out!"

Li Ru didn't hear clearly. She came out of the kitchen and saw Fang Dawei and Fang Wu staring at each other, thinking they were bickering again.

At this time, Fang Jing whispered: "Mom, it's dragon-shaped grass."

"Dragon-dragon... dragon-shaped grass?!"

With a 'clatter', the soup pot in Li Ru's hand fell to the ground. If she weren't a Primary Martial Artist with thick skin, she would have been scalded by the hot soup.

She didn't bother cleaning it up now, but hurriedly ran over, looking at the palm Fang Zhuo extended, where a domineering-looking medicinal herb lay quietly, and muttered: "dragon-shaped grass..."

"Dad, don't just stare, take it first. I'll watch over you."

Fang Zhuo smiled and said: "If you have any questions, I'll answer them one by one after you absorb the medicinal power."

"Good... Good!"

Fang Dawei cheered repeatedly and said: "Fang Wu, hurry up."

Fang Wu let out an "oh" and stretched out his slightly wrinkled hand, trembling as he took the dragon-shaped grass.

dragon-shaped grass worth two billion!

If converted into martial arts cultivation resources, how many Advanced Martial Artists could it help raise in how many families?

His son had just become a Transcendent Martial Artist and already earned so much money?!

Fang Wu's eyes were slightly red. Without hesitation, he solemnly stuffed the dragon-shaped grass into his mouth and chewed it vigorously, over and over again.

In his mind, he couldn't help but flash back to the hardships and bitterness of working as a sparring partner for so many years.

Various kinds of employers, some easy to talk to, some with difficult personalities.

But soon, he cast it all to the back of his mind. Deep in his mind, only the night he was forced to overdraw his Martial Aspect remained.

He was lying on a hospital bed, and Fang Zhuo was quietly accompanying him by his side, saying nothing, just remaining silent.

Early the next morning, Fang Zhuo left the hospital, and within a few days, Ding Shixun was dead.

Then Fang Zhuo went to the Starry Sky Group. Over the past three months, he hadn't said much to the family, but as soon as he returned, he brought a stalk of dragon-shaped grass.

Fang Wu's eyes were moist, his face full of gratification, and he swallowed the dragon-shaped grass that had turned into medicinal liquid in big gulps.

Gentle energy diffused through his body, merging into his limbs and bones, penetrating into every cell of his body.

In just an instant, the wrinkles on his skin slowly disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming delicate little by little.

Most of the white hair on Fang Wu's head was also dyed black inch by inch.

"So miraculous...!"

Fang Jing didn't think too much, only feeling that this dragon-shaped grass was too domineering in its effect.

"Good, good, good, good!"

Li Ru was extremely excited, her hands clenched tightly into fists. Seeing her old partner suddenly recover his once robust and energetic appearance, she silently shed two lines of tears.

Ten minutes later, Fang Wu opened his eyes. He stood up vigorously and patted his chest, saying:

"Old man, you can continue to play with your butter in the future. You don't need to sacrifice your dignity anymore. If you don't want to see Aunt Zhou next door, you don't have to see her again."

"Hmph, none of your business."

Fang Dawei put down his teacup heavily and walked into his study with his hands behind his back.

"Dad, do you feel any discomfort?"

Fang Zhuo asked Fang Wu first, and after confirming that his father's body had fully recovered, he then gossiped about his grandfather: "Who is Aunt Zhou?"

"The widow next door who took a fancy to your grandfather."

Fang Wu explained with a hearty laugh.

After a few words, Fang Zhuo understood.

After Fang Wu's body failed, even though the Bear Paw Martial Society kept his position out of respect for him, paying him every month.

The income of The Fang Family hadn't decreased, but Fang Wu's daily need for tonics increased his expenses.

Fang Dawei had wanted to go back to the job market to continue shining and generating heat, earning some salary to subsidize the household, but he accidentally hit it off with the widow next door.

The widow, Aunt Zhou, had a husband who was a level 39 Advanced Martial Artist before he passed away, leaving her with considerable wealth. Aunt Zhou was very fond of Fang Dawei and wanted to provide for him.

Fang Wu and Li Ru both knew about this, and they were happy to see their father remarry.

After all, the old man had been living a celibate life for decades. He was still young now, but after passing a hundred years old, it would be inevitably lonely to be alone.

Fang Zhuo was dumbfounded, then took out four more stalks of dragon-shaped grass and said: "Dad, have Grandfather come out. I had quite a harvest in the Wilderness Area this time. There are four more dragon-shaped grass plants; let Grandfather, Mom, and the younger siblings have one each."

Fang Jing and Fang Hu had no talent for martial arts and were unlikely to awaken a Martial Aspect. If they both wanted to practice, he could use resources containing source energy to force them up to the level of Advanced Martial Artist in the future.

But before that, a stalk of dragon-shaped grass would also be of great benefit. For ordinary people, taking it has the effect of prolonging life.

The prolongation of life here doesn't mean breaking the lifespan limit of ordinary people, but allowing people to live without illness or disaster, reaching the upper limit of their lifespan.

Li Ru and Fang Dawei were already Primary Martial Artists themselves, so the dragon-shaped grass could restore the hidden injuries in their bodies and repair their martial arts foundations, which also had many benefits.

"Four more?!"

Fang Wu had recovered his former sturdy appearance and was stunned, saying in a low voice. Wouldn't that cost ten billion!

Just entering the Transcendent level, and he could get so much money? Fang Zhuo... he didn't adopt some Cosmic Martial Artist as a godfather at the Starry Sky Group, did he...?