Chapter 301: To Die is a Youthful Spirit
A few days passed.
On a sunny afternoon, Young Master Sang leisurely lounged on a deck chair in his backyard, sporting sunglasses while soaking up the rays.
Well, “deck chair” might be a stretch.
Because half of him was sprawled on the chair and the other half was on Tang Yubbing’s lap.
Meanwhile, Tang Yubbing was busy peeling an orange and feeding him pieces, all while discussing the latest happenings in the Demon Cultivators.
“… The Pond Fish Sect and the Floating Splendor Commerce suddenly contacted us, asking to join the Demon Cultivators and become our vassals, willing to cede their territory around the sect to our company.”
“It turns out things are fishy; I sent someone to investigate and found out they’ve been mysteriously attacked lately—elders, sect leaders, down to ordinary disciples—step outside their mountain gate, and they’d get beaten to a pulp.”
“I have no idea which deity they offended, but they can’t handle the pressure anymore, so they’re crawling back to us for protection.”
Young Master Sang merely chuckled in silence.
As for which deity they offended, he knew all too well.
Beating up the Holy Kingdom’s master like that, did they really think they could walk away unscathed? The Holy Kingdom is just temporarily powerless against the Demon Cultivators; squeezing them like soft persimmons is no problem at all.
So now, the two sects were reduced to begging their former enemies for protection—something Young Master Sang had anticipated.
“Let them come. It’s meat delivered right to our doorstep.”
“Though we can squeeze them a bit more,” Young Master Sang lazily munched on an orange, “since they’re the ones asking for help, I bet they’ll agree to any outrageous demands.”
Tang Yubbing pinched Young Master Sang’s cheek: “You really are ruthless. No wonder you fit right in with the Demon Cultivators.”
“Well, if not for you, Sister Yubbing teaching me well!”
As he grinned widely, Tang Yubbing playfully stuffed another orange segment into his mouth.
“The loans from Floating Splendor Commerce have started being repaid.”
Tang Yubbing continued, “Our expansion is going even better than expected. Right now, we’ve already annexed nearly five states’ worth of land.”
“With our current income, we can handle the loan repayments and interest.”
“Let’s not forget, Floating Splendor Commerce offers interest rates so low, they’re practically nonexistent.” She suddenly added, “But I wanted to report this to Miss Shui Ming, and it seems she accidentally hurt herself and can’t leave her bed, so she hasn’t agreed to see me.”
Young Master Sang smiled once more without saying anything.
Forget about not being able to get out of bed.
She’s probably in so much pain she can’t even roll over.
He could only say that going all out against a Greater Completion realm is bound to come at a cost.
No way he’d let her have it so easy this time.
“Now that the Holy Kingdom is quieting down, the Demon Cultivators are thriving.”
“Life suddenly seems relaxed, huh?” Tang Yubbing lazily stretched her graceful figure, making Young Master Sang unwilling to look away.
“Look who’s talking—spending your days eating and drinking at home, doing absolutely nothing, while passing everything off to your wives.”
“You should be ashamed.” Tang Yubbing teased as she hugged his head and poked his cheek.
“Who’d want to work hard when they can live off their wives?” Young Master Sang shamelessly replied, “To have such incredible wives at home already shows my capabilities.”
“Why not enjoy it?”
“Besides,” he deliberately adjusted his position to perk up a little, enjoying the comfort of being cushioned by Tang Yubbing’s bosom.
“This isn’t slacking off. I’m conserving energy, waiting for the right moment.”
“After all, there are still issues with the Holy Kingdom to resolve.”
“Speaking of which…” Tang Yubbing suddenly remembered something, asking, “Isn’t that game, the Original Immortal, you’ve been daydreaming about going to open beta soon?”
“I heard it’s super popular right now; didn’t you invest in it?”
“Trust in my judgment.” Young Master Sang beamed confidently, “This definitely won’t lose money.”
“Uh… I’m just curious where you got the money.”
Tang Yubbing pondered, “Aren’t you still in debt? How do you have cash to invest in Floating Splendor Commerce?”
“Uh…”
Young Master Sang suddenly felt a twinge of guilt and shifted his gaze.
Just then, the door to Si Jingzhu’s room swung open, and a disheveled Si Jingzhu yawned as she stepped outside and greeted Tang Yubbing.
“Morning, Sister Yubbing.”
“… It’s already afternoon.”
Tang Yubbing complained, “Your sleeping schedule is wild! Staying up all night reading comics will make you lose hair, you know?”
“It’s fine.”
Si Jingzhu waved her hand nonchalantly: “If it falls out, it will grow back. I’m the Original Immortal, after all.”
“I’m going to take a bath now.”
With that, she shuffled off in her pajamas, sleepily heading toward the bathhouse.
Along the way, she instinctively scratched her head and actually lost quite a bit of hair.
Once Si Jingzhu left, Young Master Sang suddenly got up quietly, carefully following where she had gone and picking up her fallen hair strand by strand.
Tang Yubbing was curious about what he was doing. When she leaned in to see, the hair strands in Young Master Sang’s hand had mysteriously transformed into ginseng roots.
Tang Yubbing: “… You’re telling me this is where your money comes from?”
Young Master Sang: “… Cough, cough. Resource recycling, resource recycling. Just consider it collecting a little lodging fee from that little demon girl.”
“Let me tell you secretly, the effects of this stuff are great. Plus, since it’s just a hair’s worth, it won’t trigger any ridiculous side effects—at most, it’ll just make the consumer feel a bit dizzy for a short while.”
“This stuff can sell for a pretty penny; one root packed with spiritual energy can rival a normal cultivator’s half-month of hard training. The market has barely any supply, so…”
Seeing Young Master Sang getting more excited about his side hustle, Tang Yubbing sighed helplessly: “You don’t need to be frugal to this extent.”
“Sure, I don’t mind eating soft rice, but I can’t keep making my wives pay my bills.”
Young Master Sang said, “Don’t look at me picking up trash like it sounds shameful; this is just temporary.”
“In a couple of days, I’ll storm the Holy Kingdom, and I’ll find a way to make sure they’re left with nothing.”
“Then, I can ease up a bit on the loan repayments!”
Looking into Young Master Sang’s eyes filled with ambition, Tang Yubbing felt a mix of dazedness and amusement.
…He was already a Greater Completion realm cultivator.
The Demon Cultivators had pretty much adopted his surname Sang. The sect leader and deputy sect leader were already living under his roof.
And yet, here was Young Master Sang, still looking like that youthful, naive boy from before, showing no signs of change.
Still diligently working for every penny, saving every bit.
To him, it seemed like the world hadn’t changed a bit.
Even as a Greater Completion realm cultivator, he could face the consequences of debts without a care; Floating Splendor Commerce wouldn’t dare say much.
It’s hard to say whether he’s naive or kind-hearted.
But perhaps…
That’s the reason so many people are willing to follow him. Tang Yubbing giggled.
“Oh! Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.”
Young Master Sang looked at the message from the Communication Device and chuckled, “Finally, all this waiting is over.”
“The Holy Kingdom… can finally take action.”
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