Chapter 30: What on Earth Is Going On Here?!
Xiang Nan and Su Yao were causing an uproar in the room when Xu Jiya walked in, looking at Su Yao with a helpless expression.
“Yao Yao, stop bullying Brother Xiang Nan. Tonight, you’ll sleep with me. Tomorrow, I’ll prepare a room for you—I promise you’ll like it.”
“Then tonight, I want to hold you while I sleep!” Su Yao propped herself up, still pouting.
“Deal!” Xu Jiya grinned with delight.
Only then did Su Yao agree to get up. She shot Xiang Nan a fierce glare. “Lucky you!”
Then she scampered over to Xu Jiya’s side. “My dear, you’re always the sweetest to me!”
Xiang Nan: …
What do you mean, lucky me? This is my room to begin with!
Maybe you should get to know the young master of the Eagle Alliance!
But alas, I still can’t beat this little wildcat right now.
One day, I’ll have you kneel before me and sing a song of surrender. Heh heh heh…
“Be careful, Xiaoya. This wildcat bites—and it really hurts!” Xiang Nan teased.
Su Yao bared her tiny tiger teeth and raised her hand like a paw, feigning a fierce little kitten at Xiang Nan.
“If you talk nonsense again, I’ll bite you for real!”
So intimidating! Xiang Nan pursed his lips, making a zipping gesture across them.
Su Yao, triumphant, finally left Xiang Nan’s room with Xu Jiya.
Thinking about living with two gorgeous women from now on, Xiang Nan suddenly felt a thrill of anticipation.
Meanwhile, in his mind, the mechanical voice was constantly chiming.
[Ding! Patient cured, Virtue Points +3]
[Ding! …]
Though he hadn’t gone out to set up his stall that night, Wu Liang had already arranged everything. Coupled with Zhang Chen and Li Mu promoting in their respective units, sales of Treasure Spirit soared.
Not only was his bank balance swelling, but his system’s virtue points were nearing five thousand.
Without hesitation, Xiang Nan started the lottery draw.
He didn’t care how many draws it took—he’d keep going until his hand was sore!
Of course, the most common prize was still the herbal plaster. He drew a dozen or so in a row without blinking, drawing again and again—after all, he had virtue points to spare!
Finally, on the twentieth draw—
[Obtained: Illusory Celestial Spirit Fruit, one piece]
Xiang Nan was already familiar with the effect of the Illusory Celestial Spirit Fruit: eat one, and your level rises instantly.
Although he’d won at today’s talent competition, Xiang Nan knew very well that in terms of raw strength, he was nowhere near Su Yao.
And Su Yao was only one of the top talents among the Eagle Alliance’s younger generation.
He’d heard that anyone admitted to the Kyoto Spiritual Martial University was exceptional.
Kyoto was a city of talent—there was always someone stronger.
His own level was still too low. He needed to become stronger as soon as possible.
Eagerly, Xiang Nan retrieved the Illusory Celestial Spirit Fruit, placed it in his mouth, and began meditating.
In moments, the fruit’s power coursed through him, and he advanced another level.
First Tier, Nine Stars!
He glanced at his system interface—nearly all his skill points were maxed out.
He was only a step away from his next ancestral awakening!
If he could draw another Illusory Celestial Spirit Fruit, wouldn’t he awaken instantly?
He still had plenty of virtue points, so Xiang Nan kept drawing without hesitation.
After dozens more draws—
[Obtained: Rebirth Pill, one piece]
The Rebirth Pill was good, but it didn’t boost his level as much as the Spirit Fruit.
Especially remembering the ordeal with all that black sludge—just thinking about that day made Xiang Nan shudder.
He decided to keep drawing.
He drew until he was dizzy with sleep, but the Illusory Celestial Spirit Fruit never appeared again.
…
The next morning, Xiang Nan refined a second-tier spirit pearl as soon as he woke up, feeling refreshed and invigorated.
Xu Qingshan called him over again to learn about various Eagle Alliance affairs, keeping him busy until evening.
When he finally returned, the house was empty—Xu Jiya and Su Yao had gone off somewhere.
Xiang Nan enjoyed the peace and began meditating again.
Suddenly, the system chimed in his head.
[Ding! Selling fake medicine, Virtue Points -3]
[Ding! Selling fake medicine, Virtue Points -3]
[Ding! …]
What the hell?! What’s going on?!
Xiang Nan shot to his feet in alarm. This was serious!
He immediately called Wu Liang, then hurried off to Kyoto’s busiest night market.
The Pedestrian Street Night Market.
It was the peak of the evening crowd.
There, at a stall with a sign reading “Treasure Forest,” four lively young men were hawking herbal plasters.
Each wore a thick gold chain, white tank top, loafers, and garish floral shorts.
One had a dragon tattoo curling over his shoulder, with a burly, muscular build.
When the crowd thickened, one of the young men suddenly punched another with a fierce blow.
Crack!
By the sound of it, at least two ribs had snapped.
The onlookers winced and muttered among themselves.
“What are they doing? That’s way too much!”
“Good grief, that’s brutal!”
“They’re just selling plasters—no need for that!”
“Clearly not good people, and not too bright, either!”
Yet the punched young man spat out a mouthful of blood, grabbed a plaster from the stall, and stuck it on himself. In less than ten minutes, he was bouncing around as lively as ever.
“Damn, this stuff really works!”
“I saw it with my own eyes—it must be legit!”
“I don’t like these guys, but the medicine is amazing!”
Soon, a hesitant voice asked, “Big brother, how much is one of these plasters?”
“Two thousand per patch, non-negotiable.”
“With results like that, two thousand isn’t expensive!”
“I’ll buy one! I’ll buy one!”
In no time, half the hundred or so plasters on display had been snapped up.
The young men’s eyes gleamed with excitement as they raked in stacks of cash.
They were set—just a few more nights of this and they’d be living the good life!
Xiang Nan and his companions looked on, half furious, half amused.
Their sales routine was identical to “Treasure Spirit’s”—had they even paid for the rights?
The sign was a blatant knock-off of “Treasure Spirit”!
And the demonstration plaster—Xiang Nan’s sharp eyes recognized it as genuine Treasure Spirit.
But all the rest of the goods on the rug were cheap fakes.
And they were selling for two thousand apiece—the real thing was only five hundred!
This was outrageous—truly outrageous!
No wonder the system was deducting virtue points!
Just then, a middle-aged woman with a head full of tightly curled hair pushed through the crowd, her face flushed with anger, and stormed up to the front of the stall.
“This so-called miracle plaster is worthless! My son fell and broke his bone. You said this stuff could mend fractures. I used three in a row and nothing happened—it just wasted precious treatment time!”
“My son is on the operating table now, and the doctor says he might lose his leg!”
“Selling fake medicine—I'll make you pay for this!”
Furious, the woman’s spit flew as she rolled up her sleeves and charged forward.
But the tattooed man had already picked up a hatchet.
Thunk!
He slammed the hatchet down in front of her, making the ground shake.
“Looking for trouble? Anyone who wants to cause a scene here better see if my axe agrees first!”
With his muscled, bear-like frame, he tensed, his whole body bulging with power.
The three other young men also closed in, eyes full of threat.