"Why can't we go to the eastern suburbs? What happened there?" Boss Wang asked anxiously. "Here's what we'll do: just tell me the news, and I guarantee I'll find you suitable accommodation at a reasonable price."
"It's nothing, just some ferocious beasts causing trouble."
Fang Zong had nothing to hide.
He flew here, and the small city was laid bare before the eyes of a Heavenly Flood-level Grand Venerable. He could see that the city's defenses had been weakened for some unknown reason, and many ferocious beasts had rushed into the eastern suburbs of the city.
Even if someone tries their best to stop it, they can only stop the ferocious beast, but they cannot destroy it.
Over there, it was already a sea of blood and corpses.
Ninth Sister asked, "Why don't you just sneeze and turn the ferocious beast to smithereens, Summoner?"
Everything is governed by the law of cause and effect.
Fang Zong's level has improved considerably.
Firstly, those currently searching for him are all Ancient-level Grand Venerables. Let alone sneezing, even a yawn could be detected, making it inconvenient for him to take action. Secondly, as his strength increases, he has gradually come to understand something.
Everything has its own destiny.
Although the small town had experienced the carnage of blood and fire, it had also undergone the tempering of blood and fire. Some people would emerge from it, find themselves, seek their true nature, and embark on an unparalleled journey. A hundred years later, they might become a few rising stars.
Silver lines crisscrossed in his eyes. After looking at it for a moment, he smiled and thought to himself, "Look at that young man, weeping bitterly under the oppressive power of the ferocious beast. He was powerless to resist, but he resisted just now and was very lucky to survive. He has found his true self. If he lives for thirty years, he will be a general of this country; if he lives for fifty years, he will be a military god; if he lives for eight hundred years, he may very well become a new Great Venerable."
Ninth Sister: "How old are you to be guessing someone's eight hundred years?"
Fang Zong shrugged and smiled indifferently.
Not only that boy, but also a girl and a half-grown child performed well; if they survive, they will surely achieve great things in the future.
He secretly intervened and saved several babies less than a month old, then left them to their own devices. When Mr. Wang heard his story, he was stunned. He lost all interest in continuing to run the shop and quickly packed up his things to close it down.
Thank you, thank you.
The boss said nervously, then stopped while preparing the vehicle. The other person chuckled awkwardly, "Sir, could you do me a favor?"
"You haven't kept your promise to me yet."
Fang Zongcai wouldn't bother with the affairs of ordinary people who weren't his compatriots.
Moreover, Mr. Wang promised to help him find a suitable place to live, but now he's driving out.
"Really, sir, judging from the way you took out spirit stones, you must be a highly skilled cultivator. I would like to ask you to accompany me to the outskirts of the eastern city. I promise you won't have made a wasted trip. I'll find you a good place to stay, and it's free."
Mr. Wang smiled wryly and said, "Really, I won't take any money. To be honest with you, the one in Dongcheng isn't my friend, she's my wife. And that real estate agency is also run by me."
Fang Zong ""
Mr. Wang is a man of deep affection and loyalty, showing his love for his wife.
However, his attempt to appear generous when introducing his own business is enough to qualify him as a shrewd businessman.
With a shady businessman helping him find accommodation, Fang Zong was happy to save himself the trouble. As for any dangerous matters, that was a joke; with him around, would he encounter any danger?
So the carriage creaked and groaned as it moved along. Within a 500-meter radius of the carriage, all the ferocious beasts instinctively lay down on the ground, tucking their tails between their legs and not daring to move. Half an hour later, they finally arrived at their destination, a main street in the inner part of the eastern city.
Mr. Wang jumped off the carriage, looked left and right cautiously, then his heart skipped a beat, because his shop door was closed.
He rushed over and pounded on the shop door, shouting his wife's name.
Ninth Sister was speechless and pouted, "With a voice like his, he would have been eaten by a ferocious beast long ago if you weren't there."
Fang Zong didn't care, after all, there were no "what ifs," he was already there.
Moreover, Mr. Wang's current performance has earned him even more favor, so he extended a wisp of his magic power into the shop, and after a brief inspection, revealed a satisfied smile.
Sure enough, a response came from inside the store not long after. A plump middle-aged woman opened the door and hugged Mr. Wang.
Everyone is happy that no one is hurt.
Mr. Wang and his wife hurriedly drove their carriage away from the East City as if their lives depended on it. Fang Zong watched with a smile. After returning to their shop in the inner city, Mr. Wang directly asked his wife about the houses she had rented out, letting Fang Zong choose whatever he wanted.
"This is good. It has a courtyard of over 800 square meters, a pond, is close to the inner city, and is safe."
As Mr. Wang introduced Fang Zong, his wife stood silently to the side, her expression quite unpleasant.
The rent for this house is two spirit stones a year.
Fang Zong thought it was acceptable and nodded in agreement. Boss Wang then gave him a maid as a bonus to take care of Fang Zong's daily life.
Boss Wang's wife's face darkened even further. These top-quality maids were available for intimate companionship; they were beautiful, and each one cost a spirit stone.
However, Mr. Wang's wife didn't embarrass him in front of others. She forced a smile, giving him ample face, but secretly resolved to teach him a lesson later. This spendthrift son of a bitch shouldn't waste money like this!
Fang Zong glanced at Boss Wang's wife and said with a smile, "We don't need a maid."
He doesn't need this.
Mr. Wang's wife immediately agreed, "Okay!"
The place is indeed nice, with a large house, a main hall, and four side rooms. There is a courtyard in front of the hall, as well as a lotus pond that has withered due to neglect.
With a wave of his hand, Fang Zong caused the pond to bloom with flowers. Placing the shy flower on the extended water lilies created a beautiful scene reminiscent of Sleeping Beauty.
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