Earning 20,000 Hunyuan a Day!

The first level of the God-Suppressing Tower.

The Heavenly Sound Pavilion was filled with a fragrant breeze and a warm, inviting atmosphere.

Tang Ping leaned back on the soft couch covered with snow-white animal fur, his posture utterly languid.

Several charming and agile little Elf of Star Rank served them, fluttering their crystal-clear energy wings and wearing cool gauze dresses as they moved back and forth.

Some stood on tiptoe, using their delicate, fair hands to pick up peeled spiritual fruits and carefully offer them to his lips; others knelt by the couch, their fingertips gathering gentle power of law to massage his sore shoulders and neck; still others held jade towels and gently wiped his lips, not letting a single fruit stain escape.

He was Extreme Point lazy. He only needed to glance at what he wanted to eat or do, and the little Elf would understand and serve him meticulously, even cleaning up the ingredients, shells and all, beforehand.

In front of the soft couch, ten Universe Level High Elf were dancing gracefully.

Their dance was meticulously choreographed, possessing both the elegance and nobility unique to the Elf Race, and a subtle allure. As they danced, a faint glow emanated from their bodies, making them appear like dreamlike fairies.

Inside the adjacent elegant pavilion, a High Elf the Domain Lord level sat before a jade table, his fingertips plucking the strings of a zither. The melodious music flowed like a clear spring, lingering throughout the entire Heavenly Sound Pavilion.

Tang Ping opened his mouth and drank the nectar offered by the little Elf. The wine was sweet and refreshing, sliding down his throat and nourishing his meridians with wisps of the power of laws.

He couldn't help but sigh. This kind of blissful life was simply divine! If he could continue to live like this for thousands of years, or even endless years, that would be wonderful.

Of course, you need to replace your Elf with new ones from time to time.

It wasn't that he was fickle and wanted something new. After all, Tang Ping had always valued relationships, so how could he bear to let these charming and lovely Elf waste their lives with him? He simply hoped that these female companions could have a brighter future and pursue their own paths.

Just as he was immersed in the Gentle, a crisp electronic voice suddenly rang out. "Beep~ Lord Demon Babata requests access, do you wish to connect?"

"Connected." Tang Ping replied casually without even lifting his eyelids.

The next second, a purple virtual projection suddenly popped up. Babata opened its short arms, intending to make a fierce expression to scare Tang Ping, but when it saw the scene inside the Heavenly Sound Pavilion, it was too late.

Surrounded by a group of beauties, with everything done for him and even entertained by singing and dancing, Tang Ping's eyes widened in disbelief, his envy and jealousy almost overflowing.

That's unfair! It's so unfair!

It works tirelessly every day, collecting information from all over the universe, organizing assets, planning cultivation directions, and creating course schedules for its master, Luo Feng. It also has to keep itself busy upgrading. When it finally manages to find some time to play virtual games, it has to be very frugal when spending money to buy equipment.

As for the master, he was targeted and ridiculed by all sorts of people every day, and he worked himself to the bone to cultivate, train, and fight. Occasionally, he had to fight to the death, and he even narrowly escaped death several times.

And this guy actually enjoyed it.

I'm so angry and cold! When has Babata ever suffered such injustice!

"Tang Ping! Heaven rewards those who persevere. If you continue to indulge in pleasure Tiantian, you will eventually turn into cosmic dust in ten thousand years! At that time, you will be just like those muddle-headed old world lords, filled with regret!" Babata scolded, hands on his hips and standing on tiptoe, his little face full of disappointment and frustration.

Tang Ping lazily opened his eyes, his tone nonchalant. "It's alright. I have over a million Hunyuan in my hands. If I'm too lazy to cultivate, I can just spend all the money to buy resources and forcefully break through to Immortality."

Babata was taken aback, then retorted, "Then you can only be the weakest immortal! Sooner or later you'll be killed!"

Tang Ping smirked, his face radiating arrogance. "My master is Wind-Thunder Venerable, and my Grandmaster is Lord of Peng Gong. Once I break through to Immortality, I'll go to the headquarters of the Cosmic Galaxy Bank to serve my Grandmaster. Who dares to kill me? Who can kill me!"

Babata: "???"

How can someone cling to a powerful figure with such self-righteousness and pride? Shouldn't a real man be like its master, Luo Feng, roaming the world, slaughtering all, and being worshipped by all races? Staying cozy in a Gentle Tiantian, indulging in eating, drinking, and having fun, will only earn him contempt!

Moreover, Tang Ping is so talented, yet he has no desire to cultivate at all, which is completely different from the crazy and arduous cultivation of his old master Hu Yanbo's disciples back then!

Does this mean it failed to teach effectively?

After a moment of silence, Babata rushed forward and grabbed Tang Ping's arm forcefully. "Get up and start cultivating! Stop slacking off!"

"I won't get up." Tang Ping remained motionless, like a lump of iron. "Unless you give me 100,000 Ganwu Coin, I won't get up and cultivate for a year! Oh, and I also want to file a formal complaint against the Smart Sprite Babata, the ruler of Falling Ink Star, for leading the game in public and misleading the genius disciple Tang Ping into slacking off!"

"When I die, I'll definitely go and complain to Senior Hu Yanbo!"

Babata: "???"

That bastard actually dared to threaten it!

Left with no other choice, Babata rummaged through his personal savings for a long time, his heart aching with worry, but finally gritted his teeth and transferred ten million Ganwu Coin to Tang Ping: "That's enough for you to cultivate for 100 years! Get up!"

"Alright!" Tang Ping's expression changed instantly. Satisfied, he sat up straight and waved to the Elf around him. "You can go now."

The little Elf obediently agreed and withdrew.

Immediately afterwards, a pretty figure stepped out; it was Tang Ping's Smart Sprite, Little Love.

She had a pair of fluffy, pointed, ginger-yellow ears and a matching bushy tail trailing behind her. She was carefully sweeping the ground, her ears twitching, and she timidly greeted Babata: "Greetings, Lord Babata."

Seeing Little Love's catgirl appearance, Babata's eyes widened, and he turned to look at Tang Ping, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Tang Ping blushed and quickly explained, "This has nothing to do with me. Little Love browsed the internet and evolved into this state on her own."

"Ha!" Babata sneered and casually sent a bunch of documents to Little Love.

The next second, a series of notification sounds rang in Little Love's ears. "Ding~ Received data sent by Lord Babata: <How Smart Sprite Protect Themselves in Front of Perverted Masters> <How Smart Sprite Shield Themselves from Pain> <Virtual Universe Company: Basic Rights Act for Smart Sprite> <How Smart Sprite Refuse Unreasonable Requests from Their Masters>--"

Tang Ping's forehead swelled with anger, and he immediately refused the materials, pulling Little Love behind him. "Babata, don't you dare corrupt my Little Love!"

"Tell me, what brings you here? You're not just bored and looking for fun, are you? Fun is fine too. I'll take you to listen to some music so you can cultivate your mind and clear your soul."

Babata then remembered his business, immediately hovering in mid-air, hands on his hips, and said arrogantly, "I have some amazing news for you!"

Through my master's tireless efforts, he has now been accepted as a disciple by one of the greatest beings in the Human Race: the ruler of the Virtual Universe Company, the master of Chaos City, and the Lord of Chaos City Lord!

Moreover, as long as you pass the subsequent tests, you can immediately become a personal disciple! What do you say? Why don't you hurry up and cultivate diligently? Perhaps in a dozen or so epochs, when you see my master again, you'll only be able to kneel and speak to him!"

"Oh?" Upon hearing this news, Tang Ping was not angry at all. Instead, his eyes lit up, and he immediately reached out and opened his investment panel.

Sure enough, the news had already quietly spread among the court officials, and his profit curve was soaring. The Luo Concept Stocks rose by five points in a short period of time, Ganwu Concept Stocks, although not very active, also rose slightly by one point.

The data on the panel is clear and concise:

- Ganwu Concept Stocks: Holding value of 901,325 Hunyuan, daily return of 1%, daily profit: 9,013.25 Hunyuan;

-Lying Lay Flat Finance (Luo Shares): Market value of holdings: 212,456 Hunyuan, daily return: 5%, daily profit: 10,622.8 Hunyuan;

-Lay Flat Capital: Total assets 2198 Hunyuan, daily return rate 5%, daily return: 109.9 Hunyuan.

Immediately afterwards, a line of bright red characters jumped out, particularly eye-catching: Total earnings for today: 19745.95 Hunyuan!

Babata curiously approached, and when it saw the nearly 20,000 Hunyuan daily income on the panel, its eyes widened in disbelief.

"Tang Ping! You actually have so much money! Your daily earnings are more than my allowance for hundreds of years combined, and you still make excuses to ask me for money to cultivate? Are you even human?" Babata's eyes were bloodshot, his little wings flapped rapidly, and even faint flames rose from his body; he was clearly furious.

Tang Ping retorted confidently, "What nonsense are you talking about? My daily income is close to 20,000 Hunyuan, which is more than your pocket money over tens of thousands of years! Your 10 million Ganwu Coin aren't even enough for me to casually tip the Elf!"

Babata: "???"

That bastard!

"Give me back my money!" Babata lunged forward, grabbing Tang Ping's neck with its tiny arms and shaking him violently. Unfortunately, it was just a virtual projection and couldn't hurt Tang Ping at all.

Seeing Tang Ping pretending to open his mouth and stick out his tongue with a "painful" expression, Babata was furious but powerless to do anything about it.

"Don't you dare bully my master!" Upon seeing this, the Little Cat Girl Little Love immediately rushed forward and tried to pull Babata away by grabbing his clothes, but she was too weak and couldn't do anything about it.

In a moment of desperation, Little Love simply grabbed Babata's tail and bit down hard.

"Awoo!"

Babata jerked away in pain, glanced at the innocent-looking Tang Ping, then at the Little Cat Girl biting his tail, his eyes reddened, and he collapsed to the ground, bursting into tears.

"Waaaaah----You're all bullying me! That was all the pocket money I had painstakingly saved up, given to me by Master Luo Feng when he was in a good mood! I was planning to hold onto it, hoping that after endless ages it might be enough to resurrect my old master Hu Yanbo ----now it's all gone!"

Waaaaah----"

Purple tear-like shadows fell to the ground with a pattering sound, shattering into specks of light that disappeared without a trace. The cries were so pitiful that they tugged at the heartstrings.

The Little Cat Girl, Little Love, timidly opened her arms and stood in front of Tang Ping, looking at the crying Babata, unsure of what to do.

Tang Ping touched his nose helplessly. Had he really gone too far? It seemed... he had.

After thinking about it, he simply sent Babata a red envelope.

[Ding! System notification: You have received a red envelope from Tang Ping: Stop crying! Simply stop crying immediately and smile to receive 1 billion Ganwu Coin!]

Babata's crying stopped abruptly. It paused, then realized what had happened, jumped to its feet, and laughed three times at Tang Ping: "Hehehe, Tang Ping, you've been tricked again! Goodbye!"

Before the words were even finished, the purple virtual projection vanished without a trace.

Tang Ping: "???"

He stared at the empty space, his lips twitching slightly, and only one thought crossed his mind: I want to go back to the countryside!