Only 998!

Not human?!

Feng Baobao's two simple remarks set alarm bells ringing in Zhang Chulan's head, yet the man hadn't focused all his attention on him.

He simply paid for admission and headed up the mountain, cutting an utterly carefree figure from behind.

Fourth, smoking a cigarette, couldn't help smacking his lips. "These days, blind guys don't just swindle people, they can climb mountains without a cane, too. Who the hell needs guide dogs anymore? He's his own guide!"

But Zhang Chulan didn't see it that way. He was still thinking it over.

This guy... I didn't notice earlier, but it's only hitting me now. Are those muscles for real? They look like they were carved with a knife. They're a little too perfect...

Sometimes, the more perfect something was, the less it ought to exist.

Perfection itself was impossible, yet this man gave him a sense of perfection, as though that was simply how he was meant to be.

"Admission is 260. We accept QR payments." The Taoist priest at the foot of the mountain looked at them and tapped the table.

"Oh, sure... wait!" Zhang Chulan stopped just as he was about to take out his money.

"How much?!!"

"260 per ticket!"

Using his Six Eyes, Wang Zhuo clearly caught what was happening below and couldn't help smiling. "Sure enough, life really is better with money."

[Quest completed: Teach Zhang Chulan the way of Viagra]

[Reward: Twelve Talismans]

[Directly integrated into your body]

Looking at the system notifications, Wang Zhuo was honestly speechless. It would have been one thing if this were a high-powered martial world.

But this is a freaking low-powered martial world, and you're throwing this many rewards at me right off the bat? Who could handle that?

The problem is, I can't even be Happy Superman!

Feeling the Twelve Talismans continuously channeling power through his body, Wang Zhuo still couldn't help feeling pleased with himself. "How~ how lonely it is to be invincible~"

"How~ how solitary it is to be invincible~"

"All alone in the cold wind~~~~ in the cold wind~~~"

"Blind guy, why'd you stop singing?" Feng Baobao had appeared beside Wang Zhuo at some point, still munching on a roasted sweet potato.

"..."

Wang Zhuo fell silent for a moment, turning his face toward her. The atmosphere grew slightly awkward before he grinned. "Forgot the words~"

"Holy shit..." Zhang Chulan, who had been about to apologize, swallowed his words.

Only the guy's face was serious. Nothing else about him was remotely proper!

How had this guy even made it to adulthood?!

With that serious look you had just now, I nearly dropped to my knees!

Wang Zhuo cradled the back of his head in both hands. He seemed frivolous, yet every step was precise and powerful.

"Hey, girl, that sweet potato of yours smells amazing~"

"Yep, it does."

"Don't they say good things should be shared?"

"This isn't a good thing."

"..."

Nice one, Sister Bao'er!

Seeing him rebuffed, Zhang Chulan secretly clenched his fists in celebration. He might be shameless himself.

But seeing another shameless bastard get rebuffed still felt immensely satisfying.

Then, a moment later, he stopped smiling.

Wang Zhuo leisurely pulled a hundred-yuan note from his trouser pocket. "Fine, then sell me one."

Whoosh!

An afterimage flashed past. Feng Baobao was ridiculously fast. In practically a second, the red banknote in his hand had turned into a sweet potato.

"Sure thing! I've got more if that's not enough. Eat your fill."

After speaking, Feng Baobao made sure to stuff the banknote deep into her cargo pants, afraid of losing it.

These damned rich people!

Zhang Chulan cursed inwardly.

"Aaah!"

Just then, an elderly man climbing the mountain suddenly toppled backward, horrifying everyone beside him.

Oh no!

Zhang Chulan was alarmed and instinctively wanted to rush forward to save him, but someone was already standing there.

Whoosh!

Wang Zhuo supported the elderly man's back with one hand and steadied him safely. "Careful climbing the mountain, sir."

"Huh?" Still shaken, the elderly man hurriedly spoke when he saw that his rescuer was a blind young man.

"Thank you so much. Sorry for the trouble."

Wang Zhuo smiled without speaking. After leaving the elderly man in his family's care, he continued up the mountain amid their thanks.

Holy shit?!

Teleportation?!

Zhang Chulan rubbed his eyes in disbelief, afraid he was hallucinating.

He was certain that, just now, there had been at least thirty-odd steps between their group and the elderly man above.

In that instant, Zhang Chulan's brain had transmitted neural signals as fast as it could, and then his body had reacted, preparing to charge forward.

But this guy?

His body's reaction speed was faster than Zhang Chulan's brain.

"This guy's practically Superman..."

Wang Ye had originally been following leisurely behind. He, too, had prepared to act just now, even activating Feng Hou Qimen.

That also let Wang Ye sense the shifts in the formation's positions more clearly. From beginning to end, the man had never been within the formation-or rather, he couldn't be tracked.

Even the space around him was sealed off by an invisible force.

There was always a higher heaven, always someone better.

Those words surfaced in Wang Ye's mind.

"Oh! These are the signs of a celestial being! A celestial being!"

The startled exclamation pulled the others out of their daze.

Looking toward the voice, they saw Feng Baobao crouching before an old monk with white eyebrows. He was reading her palm, muttering exclamations all the while.

"Young benefactor, this palm of yours says you're destined for great wealth and status, and a life of a hundred years!"

"Monk, how come you're so accurate? I don't have any other talents, but I'm hard to kill."

Seeing that she had taken the bait, the old monk in a 9.9-yuan cassock with free shipping rolled his eyes and feigned a sigh:

"Ah, so be it. This humble monk had not wished for this object to appear in the world, but such is destiny! Destiny!"

As the fake monk spoke, he pulled a necklace of red beads from his wide sleeve.

"This was obtained here in these mountains several hundred years ago by my grandmaster, Heart-Many Monk."

"Back then, while cultivating in the mountains, Grandmaster unexpectedly encountered a ten-thousand-year-old Fire Qilin! Ten thousand years old!"

"Our grandmaster fought that beast for eighty million rounds before finally sending it to the Western Paradise to serve as the Buddha's mount, leaving its mortal body behind."

"Grandmaster extracted the Qilin Spirit Crystal and fashioned this Red-Spotted Glazed Scarlet Fire Bead Bracelet!"

"Oooooh!" Feng Baobao was completely taken in, clearly believing every last word.

Seeing such an easy mark, how could the fake monk fail to fleece her for all she was worth? He immediately called out, "Today, this treasure has met its destined owner! Not 98,000! Not 9,800!"

"998!"

"Only 998!"

"What are you still hesitating for, young benefactor?!"

"Quickly click the bottom-left corner-pfft, I mean, hurry and buy it!"

"Ooh! It's that amazing! I want it, I want it!" Feng Baobao had already pulled a fistful of red banknotes from inside her clothes, ready to buy his beads.

How could Xu San stand by and watch Feng Baobao get scammed? He immediately stepped forward and put her in a Russian headlock. "You're being scammed, Baobao!"

"What decent person goes to Mount Longhu to fight a Fire Qilin? Does he think he's playing CrossFire?! Eighty million rounds, my ass!"

"I don't care, I want it! He fought it over eighty million times!"

"Bullshit! After eighty million hits, that fucking Fire Qilin would've been pounded into Chaoshan beef balls!"

Wang Zhuo had been enjoying the show when a system quest suddenly appeared in his mind.

[Temporary quest: Purchase ten strings of glass beads from Yiwu for 9.9 yuan and give them to Feng Baobao.]

[Reward: Sun Breathing plus Transparent World plus Demon Slayer Mark (the mark can be activated at will)]