Please show your spirit to our ancestors

Chapter 32: Money to win people over
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Of course the most excited person was Chen Jingyun.

What I said before about melting the Golden Sword if it was useless was just a threat.

In fact, even if the Golden Sword refused to surrender on the spot, he was reluctant to melt it so that he could store it in the family treasury. In the future, a genius cultivator with three spiritual roots might appear in the family, and perhaps he would be able to tame the Golden Sword.

However, in the process of refining the Golden Sword, a lot of blood and spiritual power were consumed, making Chen Jingyun's face look pale and tired.

But at this moment, he ignored it completely, and with a pinch of his fingers, he commanded the Golden Sword to run around in the smelting room.

It was extremely fast, and with the combination of mind and intention, it crisscrossed and swam back and forth like a golden lightning, and dragged out a long golden tail flame.

Wang Qianqian was so frightened that her face changed drastically: "Master Jingyun, please be careful and don't damage my Jinyang furnace."

This small smelting room is indeed not large enough for full use.

Chen Jingyun suppressed his excitement and turned his fingers inward. The golden sword returned to his side obediently and nimbly, rubbing his arm gently.

"What a good sword, it's really a good sword." Chen Jingyun grabbed the Golden Sword and stroked it gently. The more he looked at it, the more satisfied he felt.

Before, he was quite envious of Fourth Uncle's Fire Cloud Sword, but now it was Fourth Uncle's turn to be envious. After all, the Fire Cloud Sword and the Golden Sword were not at the same level at all.

"Sir, please control your expression." Wang Qianqian said with a slightly sour tone, "You are almost drooling, which is detrimental to your demeanor as a young master of a noble family."

"By the way, Miss Qianqian." Chen Jingyun turned around and said, "Please stop your small thunder and fire bomb project for now. Just be my sparring partner for the next two or three days."

Firstly, he was afraid that Wang Qianqian would become obsessed with research and development and go astray. Secondly, Wang Qianqian was also in the Lingquan realm and was full of tricks, making her perfect as a sparring partner.

"No!" Wang Qianqian refused without hesitation. "I'm busy with my career now. After the little thunder and fire bombs sell well and make money, I'll go buy two top-grade magic weapons, one for use and one for viewing."

But then he changed his mind and realized that Chen Jingyun got this golden sword as a bonus and it didn't cost him much spirit stones, and his mood suddenly became bad again.

It's true that comparing yourself to others makes you feel pissed off. Why don't I, Wang Qianqian, have such luck? ?

"One spirit stone a day, and I'll hire you for three days." Chen Jingyun knew Wang Qianqian's weakness very well and convinced her directly with money.

As expected, Wang Qianqian's eyes lit up: "Three days and five spirit stones."

Chen Jingyun turned around and left: "If you convert your price into annual salary, it is much higher than Senior Su's. If you don't want to do it, I will go find Brother Su."

"Okay, okay, three is three!" Wang Qianqian hurriedly grabbed Chen Jingyun.

"Deal." Chen Jingyun made the final decision.

"Alas, Master Jingyun, you are so stingy. You have made a fortune, but you don't even know to distribute some of the profits so that everyone can share in the joy." Wang Qianqian sighed and muttered.

"Just practice hard with me. As long as you can beat me, I will ask the cook to give you extra food." Chen Jingyun said with a smile.

"Really?" Wang Qianqian's eyes lit up. "Master Jingyun, don't worry. I'm a professional and I'll make sure you're satisfied."

Subsequently.

In the backyard of Jintai Building, there is a spacious martial arts training ground.

On the first day, Wang Qianqian said arrogantly, "Master Jingyun, you can't go back on your word."

"Miss Qianqian, please rest assured. Feel free to use whatever means you have." Chen Jingyun said solemnly, "The more sinister the better. It must be more sinister than Zhao Junfei."

"Hehehe!" Wang Qianqian grinned, "I really appreciate your masochistic tendencies."

The next morning.

It's still the backyard.

Wang Qianqian stared at Chen Jingyun fiercely with red eyes: "Five times, Chen Jingyun, are you still a human being? How can you come five times in one day and wake people up so early in the morning. Your spirit stones are too valuable, I won't do it anymore."

"I'll add more money." Chen Jingyun said calmly, "You can get one more spirit stone if you beat me once."

“I think I can hold on a little longer.”

Wang Qianqian became excited again as if she had been injected with chicken blood.

In the evening of the third day.

Qianqian ritual instrument repair shop.

Wang Qianqian came back in disheveled clothes and exhausted. As soon as she entered the door, she went straight to the studio and fell asleep.

Seeing this scene, the young clerk was filled with melancholy and couldn't help but sigh: "It's not easy for Sister Qianqian to do her job, and she has made too many sacrifices. I must keep the shop for Sister Qianqian."

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Day 4. Today is the first day of the official opening of the Sheshan Market.

The crowd was bustling and lively. Some of the monks were from this county, while many others had come all the way from thousands of miles away.

In the past, the first day of the market was the busiest time of the day.

But today.

Monks from all walks of life gathered around the square arena at the intersection of East Market and West Street to watch the excitement and talk excitedly.

"Hey, isn't this Brother Linghu?" A casual cultivator in tight clothes said to a nearby bearded man with a look of surprise, "Last time we said goodbye in Sheyang County, I heard that you went to the northern counties to do business. Why did you come to Hedong County?"

Hedong County is located in the south of the Wu Kingdom. It is very far away from the north to the south.

The man surnamed Linghu was slightly startled, his face showing embarrassment, and he forced an explanation: "It turns out to be Brother Shentu. Isn't it the season when the spiritual rice in the south is ripe? I came here to try my luck and see if I can buy some low-priced spiritual rice."

He immediately changed the subject: "By the way, I rarely come to Hedong County to do business. What's going on with the Sheshan Market? On the first day of the market, are the children of the noble families going to compete to liven up the atmosphere?"

Upon hearing this, the man surnamed Shentu immediately became excited and began to introduce the Sheshan Market with great interest: "This Sheshan Market was originally a joint venture of three local families, but recently the ancestor of the Cangyi Chen family passed away..."

As he continued to talk, the man surnamed Linghu also understood the cause and effect. His expression was full of emotion: "It is true that wherever there are people, there are conflicts of interest. The Zheng and Zhao families made these two competitions public in order to confirm the results, so that the Chen family will not use this matter to make trouble in the future."

"That's right, it's a pity for that kid named 'Chen Jingyun', he is bound to suffer setbacks." Shentu Hanzi said with a smile, "He was born a year or two late, and currently has only the peak of the Xuanqiao Realm."

Is it possible for Xuanqiao Realm to defeat Lingquan Realm?
That is certainly possible. If one has the advantage in skills, techniques, magic tools, talismans, etc., it is not surprising for the Xuanqiao Realm to defeat the Lingquan Realm.

However, the several young talents competing in the competition today all had similar family backgrounds and enjoyed similar resources, so a slight difference in cultivation would be fatal.

The idea of ​​the man surnamed Linghu was also the view of many people present. More than half of the people present were cultivators, so who wouldn't understand the ins and outs of it?

But just when everyone was discussing it.

Suddenly a loud, rough voice sounded in the crowd.

"Boss, I followed your instructions and bought ten bets on Zhao Junfei to win. But boss, there is one thing I don't understand. If we bet on Zhao Junfei to win, we can only earn five out of ten spirit stones!"

"If we bet on Chen Jingyun to win, we might be able to make 15 out of 10 coins. Why don't we bet on the one that makes more money?"

The man who was speaking was a big and strong man, with a look of confusion and bewilderment on his face.

"Sixth Brother, you don't understand this, do you?" The thin man next to him sneered, "Although we are all descendants of immortal cultivation families, Chen Jingyun is young and his cultivation is poor. No matter how high the odds are, we will lose."

"But Zhao Junfei is different. He is an elite disciple of the Yunyang Sect. I also heard that he just acquired a mid-grade magic weapon, the Flowing Water Knife. Chen Jingyun rushed into the battle and didn't even have time to prepare. How could he win?"

This is the truth.

The people around nodded frequently.

"Brothers, please forgive me for talking so much." The man named Linghu bowed and asked, "Just now I heard you say that you bought ten bets on Zhao Junfei to win? Could it be that there is someone else who is opening the market and acting as the banker in this competition? I don't know who the banker is, and whether he is reliable or not."

"Of course it's reliable." The sixth old man said loudly, "The person behind the scenes is Su Yuanbai, the owner of Baibao Pavilion. He is a cultivator in the foundation-building stage and knows the inside story best. This news was also revealed to me by my brother who works as a waiter in Baibao Pavilion."

"One bet for one spirit stone, if you want to buy, you better do it early, otherwise if more people buy Chen Jing's transportation, the odds will have to drop."

When these words were spoken, many people around were moved.

After all, the reputation of the owner of Baibao Pavilion is still guaranteed. Everyone asked where the gambling stall was.
"It's not far away, near West Street." Lao Liu introduced cheerfully.

Many people heard the news and went to the gambling stalls, fearing that the odds would drop if they went too late, and wouldn’t they earn less spirit stones?

This group of people.

Naturally, it was Shang Jianzhou and his brothers from the Dongcao Gang. After fooling a group of gamblers, they immediately moved their positions and started the next wave of operations.

Corner of West Street.

In front of the makeshift gambling stall, Su Yuanbai's grandson Su Yushan was greeting wave after wave of gamblers who flocked in. He was so busy that he was sweating profusely, feeling both excited and a little scared.

After a night, Wang Qianqian, whose vitality was fully restored, kept collecting spirit stones and keeping accounts. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement and she was extremely excited.

In her entire life, she had never seen so many spirit stones at once.

There is no doubt that this idea came from Wang Qianqian.

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(End of this chapter)