Master of Kaidan
Chapter 210: The Rich Woman’s Gift

Chapter 210: Chapter 210: The Rich Woman’s Gift

Feng Xue still wore clothes that had a tattered look, yet he emitted a completely opposite temperament than before.

If previously Feng Xue was the type with a rugged, story-rich aura like a weathered older gentleman, now at first glance, he seemed more like a billionaire trying on a beggar’s outfit to experience life.

The reason for such a drastic transformation wasn’t because Feng Xue freely switched his persona; it was merely because he had slipped a crocodile leather wallet and an expensive steel pen into his pocket from his storage bag.

Unrestrained fashion can magnify a person’s temperament, and with these two magical items, even if dressed in rags, one could display the aura of glittering wealth.

(One could reference "Devils on the Doorstep," where a quilt with big floral patterns can somehow give you the temperament of a samurai.)

"Ready?" Glancing at Liu Qi, who was carrying a big pack of things, Feng Xue slung the orca pillow over his shoulder, rolled up the small quilt, and led the way to a nearby hotel.

It’s not that he had to switch his aura on purpose, but if he didn’t, he was afraid the hotel wouldn’t let him in.

...

An hour later, the master and disciple duo, full from food and drink, left the hotel. Liu Qi kept glancing at Feng Xue with a touch of amazement and after a long while managed to squeeze out a question,

"Master, is that the legendary black card?"

"Hmm, the Centurion Card, a friend gave it to me," Feng Xue said, picking his teeth with a toothpick as he took the wallet and pen from his pocket and tucked them back into his waist pack, once again reverting to the handsome beggarly demeanor.

At this moment, Liu Qi didn’t react to Feng Xue’s ease at changing temperaments, as his thoughts were entirely fixated on that black card.

As a web novelist, he naturally knew of this "black card" often flaunted by protagonists to impress others. It was said that only billionaires, international politicians, and social elites were eligible to apply for such a card (but actually, it just boiled down to having sufficient assets, whether they be material or political). That being said, was there really such a thing as a legendary hidden family?

Feng Xue had no intention of correcting his disciple’s wild imaginations. In fact, the special point of pulling out the black card in an upscale hotel was to increase his notoriety, as in his perception, the reporter who had interviewed him earlier had followed him into the hotel. Perhaps by tomorrow, there would be headlines online like "Impoverished Wanderer with Black Card, Suspected to Be Worth Billions."

Otherwise, he also didn’t need to use the black card Jessica gave him; just a ripple of his hands and a few printed paper money would suffice for daily expenses.

Especially now that the Demon Coins were already circulating on the black market, his "Money Printer" label had reached a pretty impressive level. Wanting money was merely a matter of rubbing his hands together.

If Feng Xue printed counterfeit money, that would be one thing, but the key issue was that he printed real money.

In a certain sense, Feng Xue had now become a terrifying Kaidan capable of destroying nations.

But it wasn’t due to combat power or anything like that, but simply because of his money printing ability. The Columbia Federation might be the greatest nation in the world right now, but if Feng Xue printed a few hundred million billion Columbia Gold Currencies and threw them around, the Columbia Federation would collapse on the spot. Even if it didn’t collapse immediately, it would grit its teeth through a world war and then crumble.

However, Feng Xue did not want to be tainted with the reputation of a harbinger of plague and was even more worried that his actions might directly turn the whole of Columbia into a grand-scale Kaidan like Infinite City.

After all, an economic crisis in the Eastern Country once created Infinite City, so wouldn’t the probability of Columbia, the world’s leading nation, becoming the subject of a Kaidan be quite high after a complete economic collapse?

Shaking his head to cast aside these superfluous thoughts, Feng Xue set out with Liu Qi, heading westward.

The master and disciple followed the river upstream for nearly four hours, covering a straight-line distance of just twenty kilometers. Although it was the dead of winter, Liu Qi was already sweating profusely, and his legs, which had just started to feel better, began protesting once again.

"Master, judging by our speed, aren’t we going to be camping out in the wilderness tonight?" Liu Qi’s finger traced the map on his cellphone, to which Feng Xue naturally replied,

"What else? You didn’t think hiking was like cycling, where you can find a town to rest in every day, did you? In actuality, we’ll be camping out in the wild for most of the time from now on. But instead of worrying about that, I think you should pay attention to adjusting your breathing frequency. The Breathing Technique isn’t just for sitting meditation at home. Since you have developed a Qi sense, use it while walking, too!"

"Ah? Oh!" Upon hearing Feng Xue’s words, Liu Qi set aside his surprise at the idea of spending most of their future time outdoors and immediately tried to adjust his breathing using the Breathing Technique. Unsure whether it was truly effective or just a placebo effect, after about ten minutes of adjustment, Liu Qi suddenly felt that his movements had become lighter, and his legs were no longer as heavy.

However, before he could rejoice in the tangible transformation he could sense, Feng Xue stepped out again; in the blink of an eye, they were twenty or so meters apart.

Seeing this, Liu Qi had no time for contemplation and immediately clenched his teeth to catch up.

...

By evening, as the sky gradually darkened, Feng Xue found a raised spot by the river and pulled out the "[Hometown Tree]" from his chest, planting it in the ground. Instantly, a comforting sense of security filled the surroundings.

Feeling that comfortable assurance, Liu Qi, who had never walked such a distance in his life, could not help but sit on the ground. He massaged his legs while struggling to adjust his breathing, trying to use his slight Qi sense to alleviate the discomfort in his body.

Seeing that his disciple had entered the right state without needing a reminder, Feng Xue did not disturb him. He first made a fire and then pulled a fishing line from his pocket and ran to the river to start fishing.

Though he had no bait, Feng Xue did not rely on that for fishing. Drawing on the skill honed from previous experiences manipulating the fog, Feng Xue used the fishing line as a conduit, dispersing his Inner Strength into the river water to locate the fish, and then drove the fish hook directly towards his target with No-thought Divine Power.

However, the fast-flowing river made it difficult to hit the swimming fish accurately with the hook, and Feng Xue could only continue trying while refining his technique.

Gradually, he began to sense a familiar feeling—the rhythm of the water in the river stream seemed to have some similarity to the tidal fluctuations he had felt when swinging the Orca Pillow.

...

"Huff..." After completing a minor Qi circulation cycle, Liu Qi opened his eyes. He was about to look for emergency compressed biscuits in his backpack when he saw Feng Xue holding several freshly gutted fish, grilling them by the fire, and even occasionally sprinkling some salt.

"You’re awake... The fish still need some time..." Noticing Liu Qi looking at him, Feng Xue immediately said with a smile, but before he could say anything else, the cellphone at his waist suddenly rang...