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Chapter 434 - 13 The Sigh of the Poor [Requesting Monthly Passes!] _1

Chapter 434: Chapter 13 The Sigh of the Poor [Requesting Monthly Passes!] _1

Green Fish Pond.

It is a body of water about a hundred miles away from the Flying Dragon Fortress. Not very large, but very deep. It is especially abundant with a type of Blue Scale fish, the flesh of which is tender and delicious, making it one of the most popular fish types in the Jade Water Sky.

The residents of the Flying Dragon Fortress had discovered the sudden scarcity of the Blue Scale fish in the pond while they were fishing. A brave soul who was particularly adept dived down and found a blooming Three Flower Golden Scale Grass.

Unfortunately, when they were about to pick it, out sprang a Dragon Descendant Golden Python, guarding its treasure. This Golden Python naturally also became the primary suspect behind the disappearance of the Blue Scale fish in the pond.

Several men from the Flying Dragon Fortress were injured, and two were almost swallowed whole by the Golden Python. They barely escaped, running back to report to the fortress leader. As it happened, Chu Liang was nearby and overheard their conversation.

"Leader..." he began, "I am in need of a Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure for my cultivation, and this Three Flower Golden Scale Grass is extremely suitable. Would you consider selling this spirit plant to me?"

"Sell it to you?" Wu Yin Hai, who was just gearing up to lead a group to exterminate the Golden Python for revenge, gave Chu Liang a puzzled look after listening to his proposal.

Next to him, Wu Qingfeng laughed and said, "Lin Bei’s brother, it’s not that we look down upon you...it’s just that while you are a disciple of the Nine Heavens, the price of this spirit plant in the market isn’t the same as what is provided in your sect..."

Flying Dragon Fortress is mostly inhabited by martial artists, and the most valuable Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures for their cultivation are those that replenish vitality and body. The only worth of such a plant to them, therefore, is the money it would fetch if sold.

However, such money is not something an ordinary disciple like Chu Liang could afford. As a result, they looked at Chu Liang with strange eyes; they felt that he might not even know the market value of spirit plants.

"I’m aware of that. The price surely wouldn’t be too low for you," said Chu Liang with a smile, "I can offer eight thousand Vermilion Bird Coins. I don’t have that much on me right now, so I’ll only pay four thousand as a deposit. I will only enter the pond once. If I manage to get the Golden Scale Grass, then I will return and pay the remaining four thousand; if I fail to procure the Golden Scale Grass, then you can keep the money. Afterwards, if you want to go back and get the grass, you can."

The area fell quiet at his words.

The men of the Flying Dragon Fortress looked at each other in astonishment, realizing that it wasn’t Chu Liang who was ignorant of the money the spirit plant could command, but that they were unaware of the amount of money Chu Liang had.

A mere disciple from Shu Mountain has such savings?

Eight thousand?

How could one casually throw such a number around so lightly, demonstrating no respect for money at all?

In fact, Chu Liang was being quite conservative. Pulling out eight thousand Vermilion Bird Coins was not particularly hard for him, but he was afraid of attracting the greed of these "good guys" by showing off too much. He said he only had four thousand on him to give right away, and he’d pay the other half after he succeeded. This way, he could greatly avoid any ill intentions from them.

But most importantly, even if they harbored malicious intentions, Chu Liang wasn’t too worried. After all, he still had the Jade Talisman from Master Wen Yuan in his possession, which allowed him to escape instantly in case of danger.

This was his cautious approach, but in reality, it was somewhat unnecessary.

Although Wu Yin Hai dared to regard Empress Feng as an enemy, it was only in his mind. Even if Empress Feng were standing in front of him, he probably wouldn’t dare make a move.

Now, let’s not discuss whether they had the confidence to detain Chu Liang; even if they could, how could they dare to recklessly kill a disciple of Shu Mountain, when they all had families and businesses to consider?

The Imperial Court may be unable to take heavy-handed measures to manage this area, but the Immortal Sects don’t have to restrain themselves. In the early years, when a disciple of the Sanjue Valley was killed in a village of the Jade Water Sky, the entire village was wiped out the next day. Regardless of whether anyone was truly innocent, as long as they knew the perpetrator was hiding amongst them, all who provided shelter would be killed.

After this incident, no village in the Jade Water Sky dared to harm anyone from the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.

While the Sanjue Valley acts both righteously and maliciously, Shu Mountain, as an Orthodox Immortal Sect, may not act in the same way. But who knows... with someone like Empress Feng coming from there, no one would believe that everyone within was a good person.

After some thought,

Wu Yin Hai turned to Mr. Qingfeng and asked, "Think Tank, what about eight thousand... is it manageable?"

He didn’t know much about the price of Spirit Plants, but he figured this was a lot.

Wu Qingfeng, however, was well-informed. While Spirit Plants were expensive on the market, those like them who dwelled in the grey areas often had their prices severely suppressed when they sold to shops. If a merchant sold a plant for eight thousand Vermilion Bird Coins, they were given at most three thousand.

Of course, they could sell the products themselves by just paying a brokerage fee. But that way, they’d have to wait for the buyer, and the money wouldn’t come quickly.

After all, not many buyers could readily spend eight thousand Vermilion Bird Coins.

Eight thousand Vermilion Bird Coins was just a number in Chu Liang’s mouth, but for wild cultivators like them, they might need to save for ten or eight years if their luck was poor.

A thousand words converged into one word.

"Deal!" Wu Qingfeng nodded heavily.

"Hahaha, great!" Wu Yin Hai said: "The enemy of Empress Feng is my friend. I will tell you the location of the Three Flower Golden Scale Grass. As for the condition of only taking it once, it’s a joke. Brother Lin Bei, take it as many times as you want, if it’s not enough, just come to us for help, we at Flying Dragon Dock are always ready to assist!"

"Thank you, Master Wu," Chu Liang bowed.

With that, he inquired about the location of the Green Fish Pond, tossed a Jade Talisman, and wrote a note before turning and leaving.

As he was about to leave, Wu Qingfeng escorted him and whispered, "Brother, our leader cares about his face and there are some things he can’t say directly. Do not spread the word about his feud with Empress Feng. We never had any intention of revenge in our life. It would be terrible if it attracted her and led to an extermination."

"Rest assured, Mr. Qingfeng," Chu Liang assured confidently. "I will absolutely not spread the word. Even if Empress Feng knew, she wouldn’t do anything... There are at least ten thousand, if not eight thousand, people in the world who consider her an enemy; can she chase all of them?"

Only then did Wu Qingfeng smile, "Indeed."

While Chu Liang was still there, Wu Yin Hai maintained a brotherly demeanour, not even glancing at the Jade Talisman, and left it to his subordinates to check.

But as soon as Chu Liang left, he broke into a twisted grin, shouting, "Quick, let me see it! My goodness, is that really four thousand Vermilion Bird Coins?"

They, the water pirates, were fringe characters where the Immortal Cultivation World intersected with the mortal world. They usually robbed ships for their gold and silver treasures. After all, there wasn’t much need for ship transport in the Immortal Cultivation World, so they naturally could not get involved in it.

Thus, they were quite wealthy in terms of gold and silver, but the Vermilion Bird Coins couldn’t be exchanged for mundane gold and silver, let alone Divine Soldiers and Sharp Blades, or Vitality and Blood Great Pill.

In the Immortal Cultivation World, they could be considered bona fide poor folk.

"Master, what if he successfully takes the Golden Scale Grass and doesn’t come to pay the other half?" one of the minions asked.

"Hey, no need to worry." Wu Yin Hai casually waved his hand, "He doesn’t look like he’s short of money at all. Talking about eight thousand Vermilion Bird Coins like it’s a child’s game, he’s probably some stupid rich immortal second generation."

"Yes," Wu Qingfeng nodded in agreement, waving the note in his hand, "We’ve already made a big profit with the four thousand Vermilion Bird Coins. Even if sold to a shop in Taotie City, we wouldn’t get this price. Besides, didn’t he set up a note? It’s backed by the credit of Shu Mountain, and signed with the name ’Lin Bei of Jade Sword Peak.’ Tomorrow you guys check it out; if he takes Golden Scale Grass and doesn’t pay, we demand our money from Shu Mountain! Can Nine Heavens Immortal Sect default on this bit of money for us?"

"Yes, he really does have a lot of money," Wu Lei, the giant man, murmured.

The crowd exchanged glances and suddenly fell silent.

After a while, Wu Yin Hai sighed heavily, "Sigh!"

Then it became contagious.

The men of the Flying Dragon Dock, looking in the direction Chu Liang had left, all let out the sighs of poor men.