The Godhood was too simple and crude, reducing all attacks to their most basic forms. This helped Wang ng’s reflexes and perception, but it wasn’t as good for improving his own abilities and tempering his Magic. An opponent like Ge Mang was perfect for that.
Just then, Wang ng’s Celestial Communication flashed. Wang ng saw that he had gained one thousand Top-Grade Spirit Stones.
Having been destitute for so long, Wang ng was montarily stunned... He was actually a little grateful to his opponent. Logically speaking, for such a good sparring partner, he should have treated the guy to a al or sothing back in the mortal world. But instead...
’Damn, when your luck turns, nothing can stop it.’
This ant he could finally buy so Pill Furnaces. ’Dammit, now that I’m rich, I’ll buy one and toss another just for fun.’
Wang ng was overjoyed. To keep his spirits high, he decided not to go get his butt kicked in the Heaven and Earth Spirit Locking Array.
anwhile, the Empress Faction’s headquarters was deathly silent.
Ge Mang had locked himself in his room and hadn’t co out. Losing so miserably in front of everyone would have been hard for even a no-na, let alone soone like Ge Mang.
"Who the hell is that kid? Dammit, he’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing! If I find out who he is, I swear this won’t be over!" Moo WuZheng said.
Though they often bickered, everyone knew that he and Ge Mang were actually the best of friends.
Mingyue glided gracefully toward the door. "No matter who he is, as long as he appears again, his identity won’t remain hidden for long."
Aside from the Empress, Mingyue paid no mind to anyone else. Everyone was long used to it.
"Ling Huo, Little Wu, we can’t just let this go! Our boy got played, and we have to get payback. I think this might be connected to the Dragon King Faction. It’s even possible they’re the ones who set this trap!"
Moo WuZheng’s cynical nature flared up, and the more he thought about it, the more sense it made. The struggle between the three major factions was intense. Among the Five-Star Monarchs, the other four were all cautious and wouldn’t reveal any openings. But Ge Mang was the most impulsive. Anyone who knew him knew he was belligerent and especially loved this sort of thing. This was probably a conspiracy from start to finish.
Ling Huo shrugged. "Regardless of who he is, we just need to figure out a way to find him."
"For soone to control their Elental Power that well, they’re either at only Twenty Layers, or they’re above forty."
"It has to be the latter," Moo WuZheng said. "Dammit, if that guy is only at Twenty Layers, I’ll cut my own head off and kick it like a ball. Even the Empress wasn’t this powerful back when she was at Twenty Layers."
"Mobilize the faction’s power and find him!"
This Master really was the type who kept his true abilities hidden; once revealed, they were terrifying enough to scare soone to death.
Wang ng went out first thing in the morning and swept up five Pill Furnaces. They were identical to the ones at the Alchemy Institute, but the result... Dammit! One hundred Top-Grade Spirit Stones apiece! Can you believe it? That’s highway robbery!
At that mont, Wang ng could only watch helplessly as the Steward from the Hundred Weapons Institute "robbed" him of five hundred Spirit Stones. He had only had the money for a single night—it hadn’t even ward his pockets yet. The pain was visceral.
This was Master Wang, at the richest he had ever been in his entire life, and in an instant, half of his fortune was gone.
But compared to the need to refine the life-saving Divine Ergency Pill, this expense was nothing.
Wang ng hung a "Do Not Disturb" sign on his door to avoid being interrupted at a critical mont. One Pill Furnace cost a hundred stones; he couldn’t afford any mistakes.
Wang ng really was prescient. In just one morning, three waves of people ca looking for him. The first was Fan Hong, who was always looking for Wang ng for one reason or another. The second was Jiangg Qingqing, who had sohow managed to find out where he lived. The third wave, however, consisted of strangers.
Wang ng locked himself away for the entire day, only erging at night. Fan Hong had already co by several tis, and the mont Wang ng’s door creaked open, Fan Hong popped out. He was taken aback by Wang ng’s dejected, soot-covered appearance.
"Bro, what happened to you? Did you get cooked?"
Wang ng wiped his face, and his entire hand ca away black. ’Damn it! Five furnaces—five hundred Top-Grade Spirit Stones—were gone, just like that. They had all exploded. They couldn’t withstand the power of my Divine Sense at all.’
’What happened? I clearly rember getting it just right last ti, but this ti, it was always a little too much.’
"Alchemy failed. The furnaces blew up."
"Jeez, is that all? I thought it was sothing serious. No offense, but why are you even bothering with Alchemy? My old man always said Alchemy is a wasteful pursuit that saps your ambition. That stuff is totally unreliable. The main reason I used to go to the Alchemy Institute was just to piss him off. But now that I think about it, my old man actually made a lot of sense sotis."
Fan Hong said, trying to console him.
Wang ng rolled his eyes. ’What could I even say to that?’
’Why couldn’t the sa type of Pill Furnace handle the strain?’
The question churned in Wang ng’s mind. Then, all at once, he understood. It wasn’t a problem with the Pill Furnaces—it was a problem with him.
’I’d gotten stronger!’
His Divine Sense was stronger, and the Pill Furnaces couldn’t handle its increased power. He had just barely managed to succeed last ti; now, his power was so much greater that there was no "barely" about it.
It wasn’t that Wang ng didn’t want to buy better ones; it was that the Hundred Weapons Institute here was just too shaless. This kind of Soldier Level Pill Furnace was already at this price, while a slightly better General Level Pill Furnace cost ten thousand Top-Grade Spirit Stones each.
And they had the nerve to claim "clearly marked prices with no deception of the young or old." Wang ng had wanted to burn the whole crooked shop down right then and there.
Ever since arriving at the Cultivation Academy, Wang ng had co to understand its single greatest characteristic, sumd up in one word: Expensive!
And if you absolutely had to add another word to that, it would be—Bloody expensive!
Fan Hong, oblivious to all this, patted Wang ng on the back. "Bro, lighten up. What’s the big deal? If everyone got this worked up, how could anyone go on living? When I got my heart broken back in the day, a single jug of wine was all it took to fix ."
"Get lost. Weren’t you the one crying a river of snot and tears, on the verge of killing yourself over it?"
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