"What?" Fang Zong stopped in his tracks.
"Congratulations to Brother Zong on becoming a true master of magic, entering the Tiger Ranking, dominating generations with your power, possessing unparalleled elegance, and embodying heroic spirit..."
Zhao Changle, omitting three thousand words, floated out carrying two bottles of wine: "1982 Lafite, genuine, a tribute to Brother Zong!"
Fang Zong accepted the Lafite; even if he didn't drink it himself, he could still show filial piety to his mother, right?
My mom says red wine is good for you, and she likes to drink it.
Zhao Changle then asked, "What about our matter?"
"roll!"
"Don't do that, Brother Zong! Taking gifts and not doing anything isn't your style!" Zhao Changle rubbed his hands and said, "Using the Tiger List to intimidate people is too unfair, isn't it? Besides, even if that's the case, I'm just a spirit ghost, so I can still be considered a ghost in the Ghost Killing Team, right? You can't count it like that!"
Fang Zong smiled: "Then how do we calculate it?"
Zhao Changle said decisively, "Let's calculate based on the strength we have!"
"No regrets?"
"I will never go back on my word!"
"If you change your mind again, I'll kill you on the spot?"
"no problem!"
Zhao Changle began to smile, very confident in his power.
Not to mention the Dharma level, just talking about the Technique level, even the Third Princess alone could crush everyone under Fang Zong's control!
He wants to take Fang Zong under his wing!
Having obtained this title, all that remains is the art of managing people. How could Fang Zong, who rose from humble beginnings, possibly escape the grasp of a dignified prince?
But then, Fang Zong turned his head and smiled, "Senior Dragon Fist, come out and show your skills?"
“Alright.” Emperor Chen Wu suddenly appeared.
From the moment Fang Zong got off the plane, he sensed the power fluctuations that Fang Zong was deliberately emitting. He was tired of staying at the hotel and came to find Fang Zong to play.
Setting up a fight is a piece of cake for me.
"You are Zhao Changle, right?" Emperor Chen Wu licked his lips and took several small breaths before saying, "I have long heard of your great name. I know you are a very restless magic-level spirit ghost, but it is a pity that you are neither male nor female, what a waste of your good appearance."
Zhao Changle glared at him and snorted, "One level one technique isn't enough!"
Fang Zong asked, "Can I take on the Third Princess of Yin Yang Road single-handedly?"
"That's not enough." Zhao Changle was particularly proud: "Even the veteran Dragon Fist Master Chen Wudi, a first-level expert, might not be able to defeat me!"
Fang Zong nodded in agreement: "That makes sense. How about adding one more?"
He clapped his hands and said, "Daji, come out here. I've already given you money to stay in a hotel, why are you still following me?"
"Boss, the food that doesn't cost money tastes the best, and the bed that doesn't cost money is the most comfortable. I can't sleep if I have to pay."
Daji floated out as well, glanced at Emperor Chen Wu, then at Zhao Changle, and wagged her tail happily, her ears perked up. "Boss, boss, Emperor Chen Wu and I wiped him out in five minutes together. Even if you only give me 100,000 yuan as a reward, I..."
Let's start calculating. One hour is 60 minutes, which equals 12 five-minute intervals. The hourly wage is...
"1.2 million yuan in red bills!"
Daji was overjoyed, flashing her white teeth and revealing a pair of small tiger teeth, and directly held out her hand: "Boss, 1.2 million!!"
They haven't done any work, yet they're asking for money.
A five-minute job costs an hour's wages.
Fang Zong remained silent.
Zhao Changle was speechless.
So, this dignified prince, who is preparing to suppress the world with ghosts and establish a new order, is only worth 1.2 million RMB?
And Fang Zong, that's enough already!
Zhao Changle felt particularly aggrieved. He glanced at Emperor Chen Wu and thought it was nothing. Fang Zong was already on the Tiger List, so it was normal for him to bring back a martial arts general named Long Quan.
But Daji...
Great demon!
Throughout the entire Yin-Yang Road, not to mention him, no one among all the ghosts and spirits combined has ever seen a monster.
Such a rare item, you just kidnapped a level-one one?
Are you a demon trafficker?
“Brother Zong…” Zhao Changle looked pitiful, still wanting to back out, her willow-leaf-shaped eyes blinking as she tried to act cute.
Fang Zong decisively raised his hand: "I'm ready."
What are you planning to do?
"Kill the ghost!"
"Good morning, President!" Zhao Changle rationally admitted defeat.
When I got home, my parents were already asleep.
Fang Zong arranged rooms for Emperor Chen Wu and Daji, then quietly entered his parents' bedroom. His parents were lying side by side, not on their sides, because their backs had healed thanks to the Great Rejuvenating Elixir from Nanlin Temple, and they were no longer curled up like before.
It seems she also took the promised "Azure Blood Elixir" from Old Wang, and looks even younger than before.
"Dad, Mom, you took care of me for the first twenty years, now it's my turn to take care of you."
Fang Zong smiled gently and walked towards the dressing table in the bedroom. His fingers touched the surface of the mirror, and suddenly a shimmering light appeared.
A dark light shone from the tips of his fingers, eerie but not sinister or cold. The light surged continuously, and soon, a lifelike miniature village slowly blossomed at his fingertips.
It's Chenjia Village!
It's the desolate underworld village!
As a village that once existed in the underworld and now exists in the mortal world, Chenjia Village doesn't seem to need to occupy a piece of land in the mortal world; it only needs a single point to grow and expand.
This involves spatial power, which Fang Zong can only manipulate but cannot understand or even learn.
Many novels offer explanations for this energy, but they are all conjecture and speculation, and completely useless!
[Interesting. I wonder at what stage one can access spatial abilities. Is it at the level of supernatural powers above the seventh level of magic, or at the even more powerful level of killing formations?]
Thinking to himself, Fang Zong couldn't help but be surprised again.
The power of the underworld is so great, giving it to me is tantamount to defiling myself?
You overestimate me!
"Dear Summoner, please do not underestimate yourselves."
Ninth Sister said in a serious tone, "With me here, you are the most noble!"
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