The 21st Chapter: A Saving Grace in the Eyes of the Rich and Powerful

"Old Geller," she said, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the table.

"Geller, the location is the most important thing, especially for a gathering place."

Old Geller coughed lightly.

Suddenly, a loud voice, apart from the sound of Geller's coughing, asked, "Who is this?"

"You don't understand. The Geller family is the closest to the market, and also the most prosperous."

Old Geller used his finger to draw on the table, leaving a simple map.

"The market is very chaotic, but the city lord's mansion is rented out, and it's also close to the palace's outer city."

"What if we transform the location into a huge transportation hub?"

"Build the foundation, cultivate yourself, and recruit followers."

"Let those market merchants and their goods be at our disposal! We'll provide moving, storage, and even simple processing services!"

Old Geller heard the meaning, but he didn't quite understand.

The point was to build a place for people to live.

"Call it... those big families can still believe that we are just a group of ants... a group of beasts..."

"Don't worry about that, and don't worry about it."

Old Geller's lips curled up.

"My and the City Lord's family's business is a family business. The biggest market in Geller is the City Lord's mansion."

"Let him put the first batch of goods in the center."

"As long as we have the City Lord's mansion's endorsement, other businesses will naturally follow."

Old Geller stroked his chin, looking at the young man in front of him, feeling like he was looking at a celestial being.

However, the appearance of the celestial being actually stirred his already old heart.

If only I could do it...

If a man who is controlled by his family doesn't have to work hard. He can get it at his own doorstep.

Women can be merchants, accountants, and also a first-class income.

With money, you can send your children to travel, or even... marry them off to a good family!

"This... is too little money, alas..."

Old Geller looked at the stack of gold ingots, and his hands started to tremble.

"One thousand gold ingots, that's how you earn money."

Old Geller pushed the gold ingots forward.

"Cultivate yourself. Recruit followers. Marry. It's not that I can't take it."

"No! Absolutely not!"

Old Geller waved his hand and pushed the gold ingots back.

"This is your money, your foundation! You can have it! If the elders give you money to go to the hospital, that is a blessing, not to be kept in your own home!"

"Geller, sir."

Old Geller stood up and walked to the window, looking at the desolate earth outside.

"When I was wandering, you gave me a mouthful of food."

"When I went to the hospital, that tree that bloomed in a year was the result of your hard work."

"I, Old Geller, am not a greedy person, but I know that if you owe a debt, you must repay it."

He turned around and looked directly at Old Geller.

"Also, this is also a reason."

"When I become rich, in the future, I will take three-tenths of the annual income."

"I call it not giving, but doing business."

Old Geller was stunned.

He looked at Old Geller's thin back, and he knew clearly that this young man was using a method to strengthen the other party's arrogance.

He was greedy for his life, he was greedy for three-tenths.

A person who can casually take out a thousand gold ingots would care about the small gains of three-tenths?

He stared at him for a moment.

Old Geller stretched out his hand, patted his shoulder, and said with a smile.

"Good... Good..."

"The world is full of people, and they are all so hateful."

"Hateful? Why? I've always been kind to you. You're the one who's always been difficult."

The man chuckled, resettling himself. He picked up the cup of lukewarm tea and took a large gulp.

"Seventh Young Master, I've found it."

In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, ancient books were piled high.

The man, Fu Mo, rubbed his temples. He picked up a thin book with a faint golden sheen and began to read.

"No."

"It's all nothing."

These days, he had flipped through almost all the ancient texts in the sect, and hadn't even let go of a single piece of rare grass.

As for the words "Spiritual Essence," they were like something conjured out of thin air; he couldn't find the slightest trace of them.

Could it be that the young master was lying?

No.

Fu Mo stood up and looked out the window at the boundless sea.

That young master's eyes were too deep.

Moreover, the vague description... didn't seem like something he'd made up.

"Young Master!"

A voice broke the silence of Fu Mo's seclusion.

The man, Fu Mo, didn't even knock, pushing the door open and entering. He was now filled with a sense of urgency that was hard to suppress.

"Elder Brother, don't be angry. The tea is getting cold."

Fu Mo's heart skipped a beat and he quickly walked over.

Fu Mo waved his hand, his expression not showing the slightest bit of impatience, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"I've found it!"

"When the old man wanted to break through, he didn't even take a single step. He didn't even run away from that old mountain ape's dog-like pursuit!"

"In an instant, the four great clans of the Great Wilderness under the heavens were destroyed. They were known for their poisonous grass."

"If the rare grass in the world could be seen, besides the Heart Sea Grass, there would only be the clan leader of the Breaking One Clan who wouldn't be surprised."

"Elder Brother, why are you so surprised?"

Fu Mo stared at the man.

"I don't think that old fellow has ever opened his mouth. He's given the sect leader a thousand-year dragon-blood tree as a gift, and the young master has revealed a secret."

Fu Mo took a deep breath and suppressed the turmoil in his heart.

"He said that in this world, there is a divine object called 'Immortal Grass'."

"Spiritual Essence, the essence of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and moon, the extraordinary speed of humans, extending life and youth, the food of..."

"It's called 'Defying Heaven'!

"That 'Spiritual Essence', it might be a kind of Immortal Grass!"

Clang!

Fu Mo's body trembled, and a bolt of lightning flashed through his mind.

Defying Heaven.

These four words were like heavy weights, crushing the slightest bit of doubt in his heart.

Existence.

That young master wasn't lying.

"It's just that..."

Fu Mo's body swayed, his expression turning solemn.

"I don't think he said it either. Immortal Grass grows in the depths of the earth, and it's hard for even the most powerful people to find it."

"Even in the ancient texts of the Breaking One Clan, it's hard to find a single word, and it's even harder for anyone to have seen such a divine object."

"What a pity."

Fu Mo stood up and slapped the table.

"As long as it exists, even if the entire Great Wilderness is turned upside down, my Seventh Elder Sect will find it!"

"Carry out the order!"

"Use all the resources the sect has. Investigate the whereabouts of the Spiritual Essence of the rare grass."

"Also..."

Fu Mo hesitated, his eyes flashing with a trace of excitement.

"The people who came with the Third Prince, the Third Prince's guard, the message is that they are guards, and they are not allowed to interfere with his actions."

"Young Master, he is the treasure of my Seventh Elder Sect."