The Young Master Who Sold Like Crazy

"Damn..." Jiang Ran's eyes lit up.

The money had arrived!

The message made it crystal clear—it was a transfer from the Ten Thousand Arts Trading Center.

In other words, the Vajra Fist had sold in many copies.

"Great!"

Messages kept chiming in, each ringtone representing another transfer credited to his account.

He did not know exactly what had happened, but one thing was certain.

—The Vajra Fist had sold like crazy!

So many buyers in such a short time meant that many people had already discovered how extraordinary the Vajra Fist was.

The market was cruel, but it was fair as well. The Vajra Fist had passed the market's test!

Sold out! I'm rich! Those were the only six words in Jiang Ran's mind.

"Jiang Ran, take this!" Yang Zhan roared, finally completing his ultimate spell.

An earth-element Level Seven spell, Mountain-Cleaving Technique!

Ash-yellow earthen qi gathered into waves of light, and the phantoms of mountains seemed to rise on either side.

Level Seven spells corresponded to Late-Stage Qi Refinement. Yang Zhan's face had reddened, and he was clearly struggling greatly.

Yet his opponent, Jiang Ran, apparently had no intention of defending or counterattacking.

Everyone below the stage was tense, especially Tao Dapeng, whose fists were clenched tightly.

Jiang Ran showed no fear. He even wore an expression of pure enjoyment...

The Vajra Fist selling multiple copies in succession was definitely no coincidence. A single long-term usage license brought in over thirty thousand in profit. If he could sell a thousand copies, that would be an enormous fortune of thirty million.

But what mattered even more was not how many copies the Vajra Fist could sell.

Rather, its explosive sales proved one thing—the martial arts of the Grand Ruins Realm had an enormous market in Tianlu!

Besides the Vajra Fist, Jiang Ran also possessed a set of Sand-Flying Footwork, which he could sell for money as well.

He could even return to the Great Ruins next time and gather other Qi Nourishment Realm martial arts.

Qi Nourishment martial arts were not worth much in the Grand Ruins Realm. Comparatively speaking, this was practically a business with no capital required!

Feeling immense pressure descend upon him, Jiang Ran looked up.

"Teacher, I concede." He calmly uttered those five words without the slightest hesitation.

Everyone was stunned. No one had expected this outcome.

Concessions were rarely seen in Spell Tournaments. Even when they did occur, no one waited until the spell was already bearing down on them to concede.

Yang Zhan was startled. By the time he reacted, it was already too late to withdraw his attack.

At that moment, the Pearl Middle School teacher helplessly shook his head.

In a flicker, he had already appeared in front of Jiang Ran.

The teacher spread his five fingers slightly, clear radiance glowing from his palm. The seemingly overwhelming Level Seven spell rapidly dissolved within that clear light.

There was not even the slightest residual shockwave. It vanished cleanly and decisively into nothingness, leaving no one harmed.

"Student, say you concede earlier next time." The Pearl Middle School teacher sighed.

"Pearl Middle School, Yang Zhan wins."

The teacher looked at Yang Zhan's flushed face. He knew full well that Jiang Ran of Pingjiang No. 1 High School would probably leave Yang Zhan with the deepest impression of all.

Jiang Ran's expression remained unchanged as he returned to Pingjiang No. 1 High School's group.

The students were buzzing with discussion. Many of them, especially those from Class Three, crowded around to ask him questions.

"Jiang Ran, you're amazing!"

"That was incredible, Jiang Ran! You nearly beat someone from Pearl Middle School..."

"Jiang Ran, how did you do it? How should we study spells to improve faster?"

Most of them were both excited and envious. They all came from the same school, and Jiang Ran even had a Low-Grade Spirit Root, yet he had done better than everyone else.

"There's nothing to be proud of. It was just luck. My grades aren't good, so I still have plenty to learn from all of you in other areas..."

Jiang Ran had no choice but to muddle through with a few vague replies.

Fortunately, another battle was taking place onstage, drawing everyone's attention away.

Zhang Jingjing—Zhang Jingjing had not yet been eliminated.

At that moment, Zhang Jingjing was fighting a Qi Refinement Level Three student from Silver Star High School.

Silver Star High School was also a high school in Changhai City, and its overall strength was no weaker than Pearl Middle School's.

Zhang Jingjing excelled at water- and wood-element spells, while her opponent used only metal- and fire-element spells.

Metal and fire focused on offense, while water and wood focused on defense. Their battle was essentially turn-based, and it quickly became a war of attrition.

However, judging from the precision of their spells, Zhang Jingjing was a notch better. She often struck after her opponent and gained the upper hand, finding opportunities to counterattack while defending.

But the other student's cultivation was clearly much higher—Qi Refinement Level Three perfected, only slightly inferior to Yang Zhan from earlier.

As time passed, Zhang Jingjing gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Jiang Ran stopped watching and gently shook his head.

Her defeat was already certain. It was only a matter of time.

Spell Tournaments tested spells, but they did not restrict cultivation. In truth, that was part of the organizers' painstaking consideration.

Cultivation was no excuse. At any time, there was no absolute fairness in battle, and cultivation was also part of one's spellcasting ability.

Sure enough, a loud bang rang out from the stage not long after.

"Silver Star High School, Zhang Jieping, wins!"

Zhang Jingjing had lost, but not a single student from Pingjiang No. 1 High School looked downcast.

The teachers brought over medals and certificates. Among Pingjiang No. 1 High School's five hundred contestants, dozens had won bronze awards alone, breaking the school's record.

There were eight silver awards and three gold awards: Qi Ming, Zhang Jingjing, and Jiang Ran.

Everyone cheered and gathered into a circle.

The college entrance exams were approaching, and victory in such a Spell Tournament was undoubtedly a shot in the arm for every student.

Pingjiang No. 1 High School was no worse than the other schools, and its students could also strive for the top ten prestigious schools!

Jiang Ran was affected by the atmosphere as well, and a relaxed smile rarely appeared on his face.

The main reason was... the teacher had placed the prize money in his hand.

Although he had not defeated Yang Zhan and failed to enter the top ten of the Spell Tournament, the rewards for an ordinary gold award were still extremely generous.

A pure gold medal, a certificate issued by the Mingzhu Group, and each gold award winner received the usage rights to one cultivation method and one spell.

None of that mattered. Jiang Ran only had eyes for the prize money.

The prize was a full three hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones, equivalent to three hundred thousand in cash!

Three hundred thousand was not much, but three hundred thousand in Spell Tournament prize money carried extraordinary significance.

The Spell Tournament was about to end. The teachers from each school needed to gather for a meeting, while the students rarely got half a day off.

All the students were free to do as they pleased, with half a day to explore Changhai City, the capital.

As Tianlu's capital, Changhai City's safety was beyond question. Especially during the Spell Tournament, the Changhai Immortal Police General Office had specifically strengthened security. Every block was monitored around the clock by Golden Core Realm officers.

"Come on, Dapeng. Pick whatever you want today—Young Master Jiang is covering the whole bill!" Jiang Ran said grandly.

The two brothers boarded Changhai's three-story sightseeing bus. Everywhere they looked were towering buildings, flying swords, and flying boats weaving through the air in a marvelous sight.

"Ran, save a little." Tao Dapeng curled his lips.

To Young Master Tao, three hundred thousand truly was not much. He appreciated Jiang Ran's good intentions in wanting to treat him after receiving his prize, but once they entered a restaurant, Young Master Tao would still be the one paying the bill.

As the capital, Changhai's cost of living far surpassed Pingjiang's.

In certain places, three hundred thousand was barely enough for a single meal.

Jiang Ran suddenly took out his phone and looked at it a few more times, then patted Tao Dapeng on the shoulder and spoke in an extremely serious tone.

"Fine, I'll stop pretending. I'll lay my cards on the table."

"Student Tao Dapeng, from now on, please stop calling me Ran."

"Huh?"

"You can call me Young Master Jiang, or..."

"The Young Master Who Sold Like Crazy!" Jiang Ran said with a smug look on his face.

As he spoke, another notification for a transfer credited to his account arrived.