It was already late at night.
A noble's mansion in Suotuo City was still brightly lit.
Dai Mubai sat drinking tea and chatting with a middle-aged man in the study. Beside him, Oscar seemed restless, glancing outside from time to time.
His face was obscured by a thick beard, making his expression difficult to discern, but his eyes were wandering and uneasy.
Dai Mubai discreetly tugged at his sleeve and shot him a glare.
Oscar quickly collected himself, lowered his head, and said nothing.
Just then, a maid hurried in and whispered a few words into the middle-aged man's ear.
The man laughed. "Hahaha, good."
Then he turned to Dai Mubai. "Lord Soul Master, now that our transaction is complete, please join me in the private dining room for a meal."
Dai Mubai readily agreed, his speech and bearing brimming with aristocratic grace.
A short while later.
Dai Mubai and his two companions emerged from the noble's mansion.
They carried a money pouch containing a full two hundred Gold Soul Coins. Its satisfying weight put all three of them in an excellent mood.
Ma Hongjun scratched his head. "Boss Dai, wasn't selling it for just two hundred Gold Soul Coins a little cheap?"
"You have the nerve to ask? You could've finished in three seconds, so why did you spend a whole hour on it?"
"Do you know how much we lost on this deal?"
"The man was grinning so hard his mouth was practically crooked!"
Dai Mubai shot him an irritated glare.
Oscar wagged his head as he spoke.
"We were paraded through the streets before, after all, so our reputation in Suotuo City isn't good right now. If the price is too high, we'll probably struggle to sell. That's why we need to win through volume."
"Fatty, we're out here doing business. Getting so caught up in the pleasures of the bedchamber simply won't do!"
Ma Hongjun chuckled, looking utterly shameless.
"Boss Dai, you know me. I really can't control myself when it comes to that."
Dai Mubai shook his head helplessly.
Two hundred Gold Soul Coins seemed like a lot.
But to a soul master, that amount of money was nothing.
"If we want to earn enough to cover cultivation resources for all three of us, we have to sell in volume!"
"Oscar, you've got plenty of ideas when it comes to this. Hurry up and think of something."
Oscar's flirtatious eyes darted about.
"Once Fatty starts, there's no stopping him."
"How about...?"
Oscar deliberately drew out the words.
Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun looked at him expectantly.
Oscar smiled smugly.
"Now we've got our startup funds, why don't we open a shop? We can have Fatty produce his seed, divide it into measured portions, then inject it into the customers' bodies on the spot. What do you think?"
"We can also set different prices for nobles and commoners. The first ten tubes each day will be designated our highest-quality tier, exclusively for nobles."
"Everything after that will be classified as low-grade and sold cheaply to commoners. We'll focus on plentiful supply at excellent prices-good quality for little money. Earning a few thousand Gold Soul Coins a day will be a breeze."
"Once we've finished selling in Suotuo City, we'll move on to other cities. Once we've finished selling in the Heaven Dou Empire, we'll head to the Star Luo Empire."
The more Oscar spoke, the more excited he became, his eyes gleaming.
"At this rate, we'll be the richest people on the entire Douluo Continent in less than ten years!"
"Brilliant! Oscar, you're a goddamn business genius! Having you sell sausages all this time was a waste of talent!"
"If the dean and the others had thought of this back then, how could Shrek Academy have fallen this far? Fate really does make fools of people!"
Dai Mubai patted his shoulder, showering him with praise.
Ma Hongjun wore a bitter expression, his tiny, bean-sized eyes pitiful. "Doesn't that mean I'll have to produce everything by hand myself? Oscar, isn't this idea of yours a little too ruthless?!"
Dai Mubai and Oscar ignored his objections.
Both were tremendously excited, taking turns fleshing out their plan.
Dai Mubai said, "Although most of the women receiving the seed are of little consequence, isn't it a bit inconvenient for us three men to handle the procedure?"
"Why not bring in that pair of sisters of yours?" Oscar suggested.
Ma Hongjun looked miserable.
It might all be a way to quench his fire, but the pleasure was completely different. Just imagining that sort of life from now on made him feel as though he were falling apart.
Smack! A palm lightly slapped the back of Ma Hongjun's head.
Dai Mubai spoke irritably.
"What are you thinking about? Once we're rich, I'll help you take eighteen concubines. What will you have to worry about then?"
"A man needs ambition, understand?"
After saying that, Dai Mubai suddenly froze for a moment.
He recalled the stunning girl with the icy demeanor whom he had encountered a few days ago.
Everything from the past came flooding into his heart.
For a moment, Dai Mubai was overwhelmed by a hundred tangled emotions.
That's right. A man ought to have lofty ambitions.
She must still be nearby, watching over me in silence.
I'll have to find some time to have a proper talk with her.
Zhu Zhuqing's lovely face flushed, her beautiful eyes lowered.
Holding a towel, she spoke sweetly.
"Tang Yin, let me wipe your face for you."
With that, she moved closer, leading with her ample chest.
Tang Yin paused in surprise.
"Brother, Zhu Zhuqing has a few questions she'd like to ask you."
"After all, when it comes to martial arts, I'm nowhere near as skilled as you."
Tang San Niang smiled demurely beside them.
Tang Yin caught Zhu Zhuqing's wrist and gently drew the towel from her hand.
His voice was gentle. "I'll do it myself. You're my sister's disciple. There's no need to be so polite when asking me for advice."
Zhu Zhuqing stole a glance at her teacher. Seeing that she was merely smiling without speaking, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Xiao Wu leaned her head over, looking sweet and guileless. "Brother, wipe my face too."
"You're the most spoiled of the lot." Tang Yin ruffled her little head.
Martial training called for practicing through the three hottest periods of summer and the three coldest periods of winter, persevering without fail.
That was why the siblings trained every morning. Now that Zhu Zhuqing had become Tang San Niang's disciple, she naturally joined their morning training as well.
Meanwhile.
Qian Renxue and Ning Rongrong sat hugging their knees beneath the cliff face, watching the four people a short distance away.
"Fallen Snow, what are Tang Yin and the others doing?"
"Combat Techniques. They're fighting methods and ways of tempering the body. Usually, only high-level soul masters whose cultivation can barely advance encounter such things."
"They're said to strengthen the physique and improve fine control over soul power, soul skills, and even martial souls. However, according to Spirit Hall's current records, their effects aren't particularly remarkable."
Qian Renxue's eyes flickered.
Although she normally had no time to practice these techniques, she had grown up in Spirit Hall. Through constant exposure, she had gained some understanding of this knowledge.
She could even tell that their techniques were exceptionally sophisticated.
They were more refined than those she had seen some Spirit Hall elders demonstrate.
Moreover, judging from the fighting style Tang Yin had consistently displayed, he was likely a grandmaster-level expert in this field.
Strengthen the physique?
Ning Rongrong's heart stirred.
It seemed extremely suitable for her, and for every disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect as well.
I have to tell Dad about this and see whether we can invite Tang Yin to the sect to share some of his experience and give everyone a little guidance.
Heart.
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