As time slipped by, Ying Ming Hao remained busy selling all kinds of spirit beast ingredients during the day, while carefully arranging distinctive special services for those wealthy young scions after nightfall.
Through all these dealings, he threw himself wholeheartedly into making money, treating profit as his highest priority.
Meanwhile, Zhang Yu had completely let go of the resentment and hatred she had once harbored toward Ying Ming Hao.
Now, she spent her days indulging in pleasure with those ten senior sisters, immersed in a life of gilded extravagance, never once setting foot outside her own home.
Clearly, this young fellow had tasted the incomparable delights of it all, yet seemed to have forgotten that everything ought to be enjoyed in moderation!
At the same time, Ying Ming Hao also made a point of taking Lin Zihan, Huang Rong, Ye Hua, and the other beauties around every scenic spot in the Misty Sect.
Moreover, at their invitation, he visited the places where Lin Zihan, Fatty Zhang, and the others normally devoted themselves to cultivation-after all, courtesy demanded that one return a visit!
During this period, the vast South Sea Continent seemed to have been swept by an invisible heat wave, becoming unusually lively and bustling.
The reason was that, in just a few days, contenders from all quarters would gather to compete in fierce battles.
This grand competition would reveal who truly deserved to be called an unparalleled prodigy, and who would represent the wondrous South Sea Continent against the finest experts from the other seven regions!
Without a doubt, this extraordinary spectacle, held only once every sixty years, drew countless cultivators in droves.
They eagerly set off ahead of time for the competition grounds at Falling Moon Cliff, hoping to witness this world-shaking clash at the summit for