Chapter 95: Ways to Make Money

"Three thousand!"

The indifferent voice sounded once more.

Meng Changsheng's mood at this moment could only be described as utterly wretched.

Where did that tiger roar come from? An absolute lack of virtue.

You shout out so easily, but now I have to work overtime until late in the night again.

During this period, Meng Changsheng's strength had also been advancing rapidly.

He had now reached the second level of Martial Master.

It was precisely for this reason that he was even more willing to swing his sword day after day.

From ten thousand swings a day originally, to thirty thousand swings a day now, with three to five thousand extra added as punishment on top of that.

But even so, he still took pleasure in it without end.

The only thing that made him unhappy was not being able to eat the breakfast Zhou Yan made.

Just then.

A dark cloud appeared out of nowhere, without any warning whatsoever.

"Thunder Tribulation?"

Zhou Jingpeng's earlier contentment vanished in an instant, and an astonishing aura surged from his body.

Under that aura, Meng Changsheng, standing nearby, couldn't help but shiver.

And that shiver brought trouble.

The great sword fell to the ground once again.

Zhou Jingpeng turned his head to look over.

"With conduct like that, you dare to call yourself a swordsman? Add ten thousand."

The moment those words were spoken, Meng Changsheng's lips trembled.

Today he was already going to be working overtime until late into the night, and with this additional ten thousand, he feared he would have to work straight through until dawn.

"No slacking off. I'm going out for a while."

But Zhou Jingpeng paid no attention to his disciple and hurried out the door.

Watching Zhou Jingpeng's distant figure, Meng Changsheng fell into deep thought.

"Should I take a rest?"

But after thinking of Zhou Jingpeng's methods—

After a shudder—he gritted his teeth once more and resumed swinging his sword.

"Xiao Miao!"

An old man descended from the sky.

Seeing who it was, Gongsun Miao hurriedly bowed in greeting.

"Master, you've come."

This man was none other than the current Sect Master of the Giant Spirit Sect, Jing Potian.

With his strength reaching the level of Half-step Martial King, he was absolutely a top-five powerhouse within the Northern Dipper Kingdom.

Jing Potian nodded and asked,

"Who is undergoing a breakthrough?"

"Master, it's Long'er!"

Gongsun Miao said with some excitement.

Zhang Long's breakthrough at this moment would undoubtedly be a tremendous boon to his future struggle for the position of Sect Master.

"Zhang Long?"

Jing Potian's expression shifted slightly.

He did know of this person.

He was the most gifted disciple of the sect in recent years.

If he remembered correctly, this Zhang Long was not yet twenty years old.

"Good, good, good."

"My Giant Spirit Sect is destined to prosper! Hahaha!"

Jing Potian laughed heartily with delight.

Breaking through to the Martial Marquis realm at an age under twenty—this was absolutely a rare genius.

Gongsun Miao also revealed a joyful expression.

The more importance the old Sect Master placed on Zhang Long, the greater his own say as Zhang Long's master would become.

At that moment, a cyan Thunder Tribulation descended.

Zhang Long raised his hand slightly, and the fierce tiger behind him let out a deafening roar.

In an instant, the Thunder Tribulation exploded directly.

Scattering into nothing in the air.

This scene left everyone present utterly dumbfounded.

Only one thought remained in their minds.

"Senior Brother Zhang's Martial Dao Avatar is incredibly powerful. I fear that for the next hundred years, Senior Brother Zhang will dominate the world."

"That's right! In the future, the sky over the Giant Spirit Sect will likely belong to Senior Brother Zhang."

Many were murmuring amongst themselves.

The impact of this breakthrough was tremendous.

"Good, good, good!"

Watching Zhang Long easily shatter the tribulation, Jing Potian was overjoyed beyond measure.

He even felt the urge to announce the successor to the Sect Master position on the spot.

"Attend me!"

One call!

In an instant, several stewards of the Giant Spirit Sect stepped forward.

They knelt before Jing Potian.

"Have all disciples currently outside the sect return within half a month. I wish to announce the selection of the next Sect Master, and the Sect Grand Competition will also be moved up to half a month from now."

These words directly detonated the entire sect.

Many people looked at Gongsun Miao with envy.

Although his talent was somewhat inferior to the Third Elder's, the man simply knew how to take on disciples.

He had taken in a dragon among men as his disciple.

Basking in his disciple's glory, he would most likely become Sect Master half a month from now.

As for the Third Elder, although he was exceptionally talented, none of the disciples under his command amounted to anything.

Zhou Yan's talent was fine, but she had no interest in cultivation.

And the other one was a laughingstock.

Ten years without being able to break through to the first level of Martial Disciple—what could such a waste possibly use to compare with Zhang Long?

With such a comparison, many people had already begun forming their own ideas.

One by one, they drifted toward the Grand Elder.

Zhou Jingpeng, who had just arrived, was left ignored by everyone.

"By the way, Peng'er, I recall that Yan'er is no longer young. She should be thinking about marriage. How about you consider..."

Jing Potian turned his head and said with a smile.

Zhou Jingpeng's expression changed dramatically. He never expected that his master would bring up this matter.

"Master, matters of the child should be decided by the child herself."

"Since you say so, I won't press the matter. But let me give you a word of advice—that boy Zhang Long's future is bound to be immeasurable."

He said this leisurely.

Zhou Jingpeng breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as Jing Potian did not force the issue, things were not yet too bad.

"Master, this disciple still has matters to attend to. I shall take my leave."

Zhou Jingpeng seized the opportunity to prepare to depart.

"Go and attend to your business."

Jing Potian nodded.

Zhou Jingpeng left directly.

And Gongsun Miao, watching that departing figure, reached up to stroke his beard.

The old man's words just now had given him some new ideas.

...

"Senior Brother! Senior Brother!"

Zhou Yan came running downstairs in a fluster.

She had just woken up when she noticed the communication jade slip moving.

So she took a look.

But after reading it, she could no longer stay calm.

Watching the little girl come bounding down the stairs in such a frenzy, Xiao Yang could only look at her with helpless resignation.

"Something terrible has happened, Senior Brother."

The little girl said with some urgency.

"What is it, panicking like this? What kind of appearance is that?"

Chastised like that, Zhou Yan stopped and stuck out her tongue at Xiao Yang.

"Senior Brother, quickly look."

Zhou Yan took out the communication jade token and handed it over.

Xiao Yang took the token with some suspicion, curious at heart.

What on earth could have made the little girl panic like this?

Soon, a line of text appeared above the jade token.

"Zhang Long has broken through to Martial Marquis. He returns to the sect within half a month."

"Bloody hell!"

Xiao Yang was startled as well.

He hadn't expected Zhang Long to break through so quickly.

Moreover, Xiao Yang had a feeling that this return to the sect would not be so simple.

Other things were bound to happen.

The Martial Marquis realm!

Having experienced the strength of a Martial Marquis, Xiao Yang knew full well how powerful that level was.

As for trying to fight above his rank as a Grand Martial Master, he had no confidence in his heart.

"It seems I'll need to train hard over these next half month."

At his current level, challenging a Martial Marquis was absolutely impossible.

"Sigh! Still short on money!"

He let out a light sigh.

At this moment, he was still too poor.

He couldn't even afford to raise his realm.

"I need to find other ways to make money."

Trying to rapidly accumulate wealth through Northern Dipper City—amassing twenty million taels within half a month—was nothing but a pipe dream.

Forget twenty million taels; even ten million was absolutely impossible to accomplish.

"Senior Brother, are we going back?"

Zhou Yan also understood how serious this was, and asked in a soft voice.

This time.

Xiao Yang did not hesitate in the slightest.

He directly shook his head in refusal.

"Not for now. I need to go out for a while."

"Ah! Where are you going? I want to come too."

Zhou Yan said with pleading eyes.

"No! This time it's far too dangerous."