Chapter 273: The Young Are Not Worth Mentioning
“Boss!!!”
The next time Cheng Da Yong was seen, he had a shiny bald head and came running to cling to Young Master Sang’s leg, wailing loudly.
“You finally came to save me!! This horrible place is no place for humans!! I’ve been suffering to death!”
“You don’t know, boss, this wretched place only serves two meals a day—cabbage leaves in the morning and bean sprouts with cucumbers in the afternoon. The only thing edible in between is some sour fruit from the trees around the temples… It’s terrifying!”
“Look at me, I’m as thin as a scarecrow!”
Young Master Sang glanced at him, all rosy and healthy, and patted his shoulder earnestly, saying, “Old Cheng, wake up! You get gourmet meals at work every day—too greasy! A couple of days of light eating is just like a diet; it’s good for your health!”
This made Old Cheng feel even more wronged, crying like a child despite being in middle age.
Unable to help it, Young Master Sang could only comfort him, “Alright, I know you’ve worked hard this time. When we get back, I’ll give you a bonus. Your salary will be doubled this month; is that good enough?”
“Boss, you’re brilliant!”
One moment Cheng Da Yong was rolling on the ground, and the next he stood up, cleaned himself off, and put on a beaming, sycophantic grin.
Young Master Sang suddenly began to suspect that this guy learned his ability to change faces from some rascal.
Truly, my Punishment Department’s employee.
After some careful inquiries, Young Master Sang found his people at Ksitigarbha Temple were living quite normally. They spent their days fasting and practicing alongside the other monks, and aside from eating lightly, they hadn’t faced any real hardship.
Upon hearing that Cheng Da Yong and the others were employees of the Demon Cult, our old friend Master He Hongyi was quite pleased to let them go.
“Turns out they are our fellow practitioners from the Demon Cult. How bold of this old monk.”
“The Demon Cult resides in the sacred land of the Buddha, under the protection of the Great Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha. It was there that this old monk had his enlightenment, achieving profound understanding.”
“It’s no wonder I felt such a strong connection when I first met Ji Yuan (the Buddhist name I gave to Old Cheng). Such, I see, is our Ksitigarbha Temple’s shallow Buddhist affinity; I cannot hold onto you all.”
Seeing that to this day, He Hongyi still believed wholeheartedly in the situation from back then, Young Master Sang couldn’t help but feel a bit emotional.
What a simple man.
Surprisingly, Young Master Sang heard from Nian Nian that after becoming a monk, He Hongyi’s cultivation actually skyrocketed, and he had now reached the peak of the Crossing Tribulation Stage.
There’s no way my unintended actions actually birthed a big shot in the Buddhist sect, right?
Given the expansion techniques of Ksitigarbha Temple, Young Master Sang felt that in about a hundred years, the name of Ksitigarbha Temple might become well-known throughout the cultivation world.
Eventually, it could truly become a religious holy site—not impossible.
But that would have nothing to do with Young Master Sang.
Right now, all he needed was to take his subordinates home and count money.
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After exiting the narrow canyon, bald-headed Old Cheng leaned in and whispered:
“Boss, are we heading straight back to the company?”
“Not in a rush.”
Young Master Sang smiled, “It’s rare to get a bonus. The brothers have worked hard for so long. How about we relax a few days in Linzhou City before heading back to work?”
As soon as he said that, cheers and shouts of “Boss is brilliant!” erupted behind him.
“Ah, but before that, we have to take care of a small matter on the way.”
Young Master Sang continued, “The Sect Leader asked us to stop by the Fusa Pavilion Bank’s vault nearby to cash out our reward from this trip and take it back to the company.”
That would be five hundred and eighty million spirit stones.
Because they hadn’t got their hands on it yet, there was always a lingering feeling of unease. Hua Jianglian had tossed and turned all night unable to sleep, still feeling the need to see the real cash to relax.
Young Master Sang thought this was reasonable and got a receipt from Bai Ming before heading straight to the nearby vault to cash out.
However, since the amount was so huge, one vault wouldn’t be enough, and they had to keep some spirit stones for themselves for circulation.
Thus, Young Master Sang sent the address to his subordinates and asked them to run around in groups of three or two.
He himself took an address to haul the biggest sum of three hundred million spirit stones from the largest vault.
The subordinates who received the addresses cheered and prepared to set off, and Young Master Sang reminded them, “Be careful with your hands, this is public money. If the counts aren’t enough, the company will chase you down.”
As for safety, Young Master Sang wasn’t too worried.
After all, the spirit stones would be packed inside storage bags, so they wouldn’t be obvious. Plus, Floating Splendor Commerce would provide armed escort services. Unless they encountered something like the Holy Kingdom, general bandits wouldn’t dare mess with Floating Splendor Commerce.
“Once you’re ready, let’s go! Fast walkers, I’ll be waiting for you at the best tavern in Linzhou City!”
“Got it!!”
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The process of collecting the money went surprisingly smoothly.
Thanks to Bai Ming’s early notice, the vault’s manager had already prepared the spirit stones for Young Master Sang to count.
Truth be told, when he first laid eyes on those stones piled high, just the spirit energy radiating from them made him feel completely at ease. Young Master Sang was deeply stunned.
Having lived two lives, he had never seen so much money!
It was terrifying.
He felt like just being crushed by it would be fatal.
After signing and stamping, Young Master Sang stuffed the mountain of spirit stones into his storage bag and skipped back to Linzhou City, humming a little tune, delighted.
On the communication device, the other brothers had also successfully picked up their goods without any issues.
With their wallets full, spirits high, Young Master Sang felt lighter on his feet, but soon found himself parched.
Just then, he spotted a tea stall by the roadside and swaggered over, saying, “Old man, bring me a pot of the best tea!”
“Alright!”
The tea stall owner was an elderly man with white hair, looking frail and hunched, his long white beard almost reached his chest.
Before long, the old man in coarse linen clothing brought over the tea.
Young Master Sang took a sip and was pleasantly surprised; the tea was of remarkably high quality, the likes of which he rarely got to drink even in the Demon Cult. It was only in Linzhou that he could grab a few sips from Floating Splendor Commerce.
“Wow, old man, this tea is quite good!”
“Hehe, young man has a good eye.”
The old man smiled kindly and sat next to Young Master Sang, saying slowly, “This tea is top-grade immortal tea; I’ve heard it’s specially supplied to the high-ups of various sects.”
“So how does a tea seller like you get your hands on such top-notch tea?” Young Master Sang chuckled, asking.
“Ah, good luck, just good luck,” the old man shook his head repeatedly. “A couple of years ago, I was idling at home, and when a junior came to visit, he brought two boxes as a gift.”
“I’ve gotten used to a life of frugality, so I hesitated to drink this good tea and thought I’d sell it for some pocket change.”
Junior? As Young Master Sang sipped his tea and made small talk, he laughed, “Sounds like your juniors are doing well. What position do they hold?”
“Just a humble junior, not worth mentioning. He’s just been muddling through, managing to become an Empress in the Holy Kingdom.”
Young Master Sang’s hand froze mid-sip.
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