In the end, Ma Feifei still couldn't fool Yun Qingyang. She gave him a thorough beating and forcibly took one million of the three million Spirit Crystals he'd accepted as a bribe. The next day, Ma Feifei started business with a bellyful of grievances.
But now that he had three million Spirit Crystals to start with, that should be enough to copy these five yellow-quality books.
Thanks to the enormous impact My Fair Princess had made over this period, the Mysterious Bookstore had become a sacred place in the hearts of cultivators. Every cultivator longed to enter the bookstore and read one of its books, hoping to gain an opportunity that would let them trade up and soar to success.
The problem was that thousands of cultivators were now lining up at the Mysterious Bookstore every day, while only a dozen or so could get inside to read. At this rate, those farther back in the queue would have a hard time getting into the bookstore anytime soon.
As a result, My Fair Princess, the book sold by the Mysterious Bookstore, had become everyone's target for frenzied buying. Its market price kept climbing higher and higher, and Ma Feifei was tempted to raise the price of reading books in his own bookstore.
After all, given its current reputation, one Spirit Crystal per hour was a terrible deal.
Unfortunately, the system's strict rules stood in the way. Ma Feifei couldn't raise the price on his own, so all he could do was gaze longingly at the Spirit Crystals he could have earned.
"Copy, copy!" Ma Feifei sighed and began his copying journey.
Only when he actually started copying the Diamond Sutra did Ma Feifei discover a serious problem: whenever he wrote a character, it felt as if it had countless strokes.