Three months passed in the blink of an eye.
Xia Ping's martial arts lectures continued as before. As the champion of the martial arts tournament, he was enormously famous, and countless dragons came from other cities specifically for him, snapping up his courses.
By now, he had sold courses worth a staggering ten billion Dragon Crystals.
If that figure got out, who knew how many dragons would be scared stiff? Even the entire fortune of an ancient-realm giant dragon might not amount to that much.
But by now, fewer and fewer dragons were coming to buy them. After all, dragons with that kind of wealth were still a minority.
Moreover, his fame only reached a few nearby cities; it simply could not spread across the entire Dragon World. No matter what, the Dragon World was far too vast. Even with a virtual network to shorten distances, communication between places remained difficult.
It was like Earth in his previous life. Though it had entered the internet age, people rarely paid attention to news from other countries apart from their own—countries such as Cambodia, the Philippines, Malaysia, Indonesia, and so on, let alone nations far away in Africa.
"Looks like it's time to add fuel to the fire and give sales a little push."
Xia Ping stroked his chin. He decided to launch a shill scheme, having Ye Mengyao pose as a Tribulation Dragon who had taken his course and, after his training, had now advanced to the Immortal Realm.
With this shill and this example in place, he believed it would surely draw even more giant dragons into buying his courses, speeding up his small goal of earning one hundred billion Dragon Crystals.
The next day, a piece of news exploded throughout Tyrant Dragon City like an unstoppable hurricane.
"My heavens,