Chapter 22 The Death of Han Lei

the next day.

Song Chen got up early and started working in the yard with a hoe.

His planter's obsession kicked in; whenever he saw an empty plot of land, he wanted to fill it with spiritual plants.

He reclaimed the vacant land in Zhao Ziyi's courtyard and planted it with spirit rice and fruits and vegetables.

After he finished his work, he looked up and saw a large group of white-clad sword cultivators flying rapidly towards him from afar.

Song Chen rushed into the house and woke Zhao Ziyi, "Ziyi, the distributors you mentioned are here."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ziyi's eyes snapped open, and he leaped to his feet, his mind instantly clearing.

He stepped out of the thatched hut and went straight into entrepreneur mode.

They started selling wine and keeping accounts with the sword cultivators.

Zhao Ziyi was curious when he saw that the high-end wine distributors had also arrived.

"A single bottle of this liquor costs 200,000 contribution points, how come you sell them so fast?"

Lin Mu, a high-end liquor distributor, chuckled, "Hehe, we went to find some inner sect cultivators. Inner sect cultivators are all rich."

Zhao Ziyi suddenly realized.

The inner sect of the academy is not a mysterious place. As long as you have the cultivation level of the Golden Core stage, you will automatically be promoted to the inner sect.

The people in the Enforcement Hall are all inner disciples.

The academy sometimes organizes its inner disciples to enter secret realms to seek opportunities or hunt monsters.

Therefore, every inner disciple is very wealthy.

"That's great. It seems this type of spirit wine is also beneficial for Golden Core stage cultivation. How many bottles do you want to buy this time?"

"I want to take it all, hehe. That Golden Core cultivator gave me two thousand gold in advance, so I can take it as much as I want."

Before Zhao Ziyi could speak, the other sword cultivator dealers objected.

They were shouting.

"Why should I give it all to you? I can sell them too!"

"Exactly! You're trying to eat it all by yourself!"

Zhao Ziyi raised his hand to silence them, "Everyone, listen to me. The drinks will be distributed proportionally, and everyone will get some."

...

All the spirit wine was sold out by noon, even the portion that Zhao Ziyi and Song Chen had reserved for themselves was snapped up.

A small number of sales geniuses collect advance payments from others and then sell out all the wine.

Zhao Ziyi was laughing so hard his mouth almost cramped up.

Today's earnings are approximately 29,000 gold coins.

"Song Chen! We're rich now!"

Zhao Ziyi calculated: "You gave me more than 2,000 gold coins before, sold 10,000 yesterday, and sold another 29,000 today. We now have 40,000 gold coins!"

What an enormous sum!

This stone bee is a real treasure!

Zhao Ziyi thought to himself with a smug satisfaction.

Song Chen was stunned when he heard the amount.

He hadn't expected Zhao Ziyi to have such a talent for business.

In just two days, all the wine was sold out.

If he were to sell them himself, it would probably take him three years to sell all the wine.

After all, even though Yuelu grass is such a popular herb, he couldn't sell it and ended up with a huge pile of it.

Song Chen pondered for a moment, "Then should we still go to the spirit field? We won't make the spirit wine; we need to prepare a batch of spirit stone honey for ourselves."

Zhao Ziyi suggested, "Let's summon Xiao Shi and ask if it's still possible to collect honey this season."

Song Chen nodded, then summoned Xiao Shi out of the beehive.

Little Stone has already made his home in the white jade box; those artificial beehives are Little Stone's territory.

Upon hearing that Song Chen wanted to collect honey, Xiao Shi flapped its gray-white wings and eagerly conveyed its thoughts to Zhao Ziyi.

Zhao Ziyi's face lit up with joy. "Xiao Shi said it's possible! We can harvest honey for another week, and then after the windy days, we won't be able to harvest honey anymore."

"Then let's go!"

A decision has been made.

The two set off directly for Lingtian.

Before leaving, Zhao Ziyi put up a sign in the courtyard that read: "I have to leave. I'll let everyone know when I sell wine again."

He rode on a flying sword, soaring through the air.

During the journey, Song Chen and Zhao Ziyi discussed future arrangements.

"Our main focus should be on improving our strength. We have enough money now to support our cultivation. If we weren't at the academy, we wouldn't be able to protect such a large fortune with our current strength."

The two of them are now so obsessed with money that they've put the cart before the horse and forgotten about their spiritual practice, which is not a good thing.

Zhao Ziyi nodded. "Yes, we still need to improve our strength."

They have no powerful backers, so they have to be their own support!

**

Song Chen and Zhao Ziyi spent seven days collecting honey in the spirit field, and before the arrival of the windy day, they obtained the last four boxes of spirit stone honey.

After carefully storing the spirit stones and honey, they boarded their flying swords and headed back to Sword Peak.

But at this moment, two jade tablets fell on Zhao Ziyi and Song Chen.

The two picked up the jade tablet and examined it; it was a notification from the academy.

The academy elders have all emerged from seclusion.

Next week, classes will officially begin on their respective mountain peaks.

The elders give lectures once a week, and after six months, the elders will go into seclusion again.

The two felt that they had to attend this course.

Zhao Ziyi hesitated for a moment. There was a problem with the class: the two peaks were too far apart, and it would take four hours to go back and forth, which was eight hours in total. This was too much of a waste of time.

He proposed:

“Song Chen, how about we compromise and find a mountain between our two peaks and live there?”

"But the college doesn't allow us to build houses arbitrarily."

"Let's stay in a cave! I have experience staying in caves. With a little decoration, a cave is more comfortable than a house."

So after returning from the fields, they did not go back to their lodgings.

Instead, they found a deserted mountain peak between the Refining Peak and the Sword Peak.

They found another cave halfway up the mountain.

They made their home in the cave.

With a little renovation, the cave became quite comfortable to live in.

Now that the two have settled down in the cave, they have decided to attend classes as usual each week and spend the rest of their time cultivating at full speed, ignoring everything else.

**

Langya Academy.

Inside a courtyard on Sword Cultivation Peak.

Han Lei lay on Mu Feng's body, his whole body emaciated and thin.

Mu Feng, on the other hand, had a lazy look on his face, as if he had just been pampered.

He spoke in a high-pitched, coquettish voice, "What a useless piece of trash, yet he calls himself a genius."

Han Lei's eyes were sunken and his under-eye area was dark, giving him the appearance of someone who had exhausted his vital energy.

His voice trembled as he begged for mercy, "Spare me, spare me, let me live a few more days, I can still work."

"Work? If you were a corpse, you wouldn't feel tired, and you'd do an even better job!"

Mu Feng's expression changed, his face darkened, and his tone became fierce as he drained Han Lei's last bit of essence.

Han Lei didn't even have time to scream before his eyes lost their light.

Mu Feng threw the dried corpse into his spiritual field space.

He had the mummified corpse work in the spirit field, and then he dressed neatly and prepared to go to class.

The sword cultivators they encountered along the way were all discussing Mu Feng.

"Junior Brother Mu's looks and figure are so tempting to be violated!"

"I didn't know that Junior Brother Mu had slept with several elders. I'm truly envious."

"In just one month, he advanced from the first level of Foundation Establishment to the third level. I wonder how much vital energy he must have absorbed!"

Mu Feng smiled, seemingly shy, her cheeks slightly flushed.

Han Lei's death went unnoticed by anyone.

Because Han Lei is not a student of Langya Academy.

Before Han Lei enrolled, Mu Feng told him that he had a way to exempt Han Lei from tuition fees and allow him to enroll directly.

Han Lei, that fool, agreed without hesitation because he couldn't bear to part with the 100 gold coins for tuition.

Because Han Lei did not resist, Mu Feng easily took Han Lei as his slave.

What followed was a month and a half of enslavement and torture.

The 100 gold coins tuition fee naturally went into Mu Feng's pocket.

Getting students into school is a highly profitable business.

The number of "geniuses" who died at Mu Feng's hands is countless.

Mu Feng arrived at his master's residence.

He knelt down and kowtowed.