Wan Shengjun agreed without hesitation, "Thank you, Mr. Ye, just being a nad disciple is enough."
The people around were stunned by this scene, Wan Shengjun spent six hundred million just to buy a "nad disciple" title for his son?
It’s too easy for Martial Artists to make money!
In fact, it wasn’t just them who were amazed, even Ye Qingzhou was deeply touched in his heart.
A professional level Martial Artist in the Dongji Kingdom, with so effort, can still earn tens of millions easily, but to have assets over a billion, it likewise requires hard work for over ten years.
Don’t think that just because professional level Martial Artists make money easily, they can save up money. In reality, the cost of cultivation for a Martial Artist is very high, which ans they earn a lot but also spend a lot.
But once they reach the master level, the situation is completely different, much like the leading effects in similar industries, many people will rush to give you money.
Like tonight, Ye Qingzhou did nothing, and he received countless gifts to the point his hands were sore.
The Ye Mansion was quite serene throughout the premises.
In the master bedroom on the third floor, the lighting was soft, and the room was spacious, Ye Qingzhou sat cross-legged, with three translucent tal blocks placed between his legs.
"The Celestial Steel given by Wan Shengjun is indeed extraordinary in quality."
Ye Qingzhou gently placed his right hand on the tal block, and while touching it, the Celestial Steel exuded a chill, a bone-chilling coldness, as if there were no traces of warmth.
During the year-end banquet tonight, after Wan Shengjun arrived, many others ca one after another, eventually leading to over fifty percent of Linjiang City’s major business tycoons sending representatives.
As for the martial arts families, apart from Xu Yunxi and Xu Yuebing who ca to offer congratulations, the rest didn’t show up.
Clearly, due to Lii Yaoping’s death, they sowhat harbored so grievances against Ye Qingzhou or simply didn’t want to offend the Junshan Association, hence they didn’t send anyone over.
But their absence didn’t matter, because most of the people from the Linjiang Comrce Association ca, and naturally, they wouldn’t co empty-handed. The Dongji Kingdom has always emphasized reciprocity, so gift-giving was an essential part of the event.
Among the dozens of wealthy families, Ye Qingzhou alone received cash gifts exceeding a billion, along with many precious jewels, antiques, and paintings.
However, in terms of value or practicality, the Celestial Steel from Wan Shengjun was Ye Qingzhou’s favorite out of all the gifts.
According to those present at the ti, the value of these three pieces of Celestial Steel was over six hundred million, and even such upper-grade treasures might not be purchasable with money, often tightly controlled by major forces, with only a few trickling down to the black market, then being bid up to sky-high prices.
"This truly is a good thing, it can be used perfectly to forge a top-grade sword."
Ye Qingzhou stroked the surface of the Celestial Steel and couldn’t help but ponder: "Just from receiving cash gifts, I gained a billion, plus the Celestial Steel from Wan Shengjun, and the mansion from Old Zheng, since I killed Lii Yaoping, I’ve done nothing yet acquired about ten billion in assets. Indeed, killing and arson yield a golden belt."
For an ordinary person, ten billion in assets is an astronomical amount, a huge fortune that many Martial Artists may not accumulate in a lifeti of effort.
As for comrcial tycoons, throughout the Dongji Kingdom, there are only about two thousand families with assets exceeding ten billion.
And Ye Qingzhou reached this status in just two days, showcasing the imnse influence of a master level Martial Artist.
"I wonder if, next ti, I kill a Grandmaster, what level will my assets swell to?"
Various dangerous thoughts began to erge in Ye Qingzhou’s mind.
......
The next day, the sun rose.
At the gate of Ye Mansion, Uncle Liang and others were cleaning.
"Yingyue, Youu Ruo, you don’t have to see off."
Ye Qingzhou was dressed in a simple white outfit, looking elegant and handso, making the young maids in the mansion unable to resist sneaking glances at his handso face.
He didn’t have any worries about Yingyue and Youu Ruo but still patiently advised, "I’ll be out for a month this ti, guarding Jiuli Grotto Heaven. Behave yourselves at ho, don’t cause trouble."
"Rest assured, my lord, we understand, no trouble, no issues. If sothing arises, we’ll first go to the Linjiang Comrce Association and have Zheng Zhiguang handle it. If it’s sothing even he can’t deal with, we’ll find Gu Minghui."
Yingyue’s eyes curved as she held Ye Qingzhou’s hand, full of reluctance, "My lord, you must return soon."
"Hmm, I will."
Ye Qingzhou smiled, "Take your cultivation seriously too, don’t spend all day watching dramas and shipping CPs at the expense of your training."
Afterwards, Ye Qingzhou instructed Uncle Liang on a few things, telling him to take good care of the house.
Having handled these matters, Ye Qingzhou didn’t delay any longer, striding confidently out the door and heading towards the street.
On the road outside the Ye Mansion, a black electric luxury car had been waiting for quite so ti.
"Ye Qianlong."
A brawny man in a Martial Arts Association uniform stepped forward with a smile, "I’m Zhang Hong, dispatched by the Martial Arts Association to escort Ye Qianlong to Jiuli Grotto Heaven."
"Thank you."
After confirming his identity, Ye Qingzhou got into the car.
"Yingyue, Youu Ruo, I’m leaving."
Ye Qingzhou waved goodbye to them.
Under the gaze of everyone, the black car Ye Qingzhou was riding swiftly disappeared at the end of the road.
......
The pure electric car drove very smoothly, as Ye Qingzhou departed from Linjiang, heading west, soon entering the West Xiang region.
The local roads in West Xiang were different from the national highways Ye Qingzhou had taken from the east.
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