Chapter 115: Chapter 113: Getting the Demonic Night Market Started (2)
Celeste Grant waved her hand dismissively.
"This is fantastic. It’s more than ten tis better than I imagined—no changes needed. Elder Lowell, when it cos to construction, you’re a true genius. I have nothing but praise for you. You’re amazing. Truly amazing."
The retro-style night market was a feast for the eyes.
Hearing this, Elder Lowell seed a bit embarrassed. "As long as you’re satisfied, Madam. What do you need this subordinate to do next?"
"Thank you for your hard work, Elder Lowell."
As Celeste Grant spoke, she tossed a storage bag over, which he caught.
"Take these Spirit Stones and buy yourself a drink."
This particular elder was quite fond of his drink.
"This subordinate thanks you for the reward, Madam."
’She gave
so much.’
Right now, he felt like he could run through a brick wall for her. ’From now on,’ he thought, ’I’ll take on any dirty or tiring jobs she has.’
Gazing at the still-empty night market streets, Celeste Grant could already picture how lively they would be in the future.
Thinking of this, Celeste Grant touched her chin. She couldn’t help but murmur, "The night market is built. Next up is leasing."
As her voice faded, Elder Lowell, who was following her, asked curiously.
"Leasing? Does that an recruiting rchants to rent the spaces?"
Celeste Grant gave him a thumbs-up. "Yes, that’s exactly it."
Elder Lowell thumped his chest.
"Madam, leave this to . I guarantee I’ll get it done for you."
’It seems no one who becos an elder is a simple person,’ she thought. ’They all have their own connections.’
Hearing this, she nodded readily. "Alright, then I’ll leave it to you. I’ll have to trouble you again, Elder Lowell. By the way, I plan to run an advertisent for the night market leasing, just like before. Let both The Immortal and Demonic Paths know that we’ve opened a night market. We need to draw people in. ??(????????)"
They might not have known what "advertisent" ant before, but ever since the incident with the phones, they understood as soon as she said the word.
Elder Lowell nodded.
"Yes, Madam! This subordinate will see to it at once."
He bowed slightly before leaving to handle the matter.
That very afternoon, Demon Cultivators flew over various cities, dropping leaflets with news of the night market. Disciples of the Bloodfiend Den also posted flyers throughout the cities.
On them were tall, beautiful won and handso n standing before a drawing of the night market, their hands extended in a welcoming gesture.
Below, it was written:
@To give everyone a place to relax after arduous Cultivation, we at the Bloodfiend Den have opened a night market.
We welco all rchants to set up shop! Shopfronts and stalls are available for lease, starting from a minimum of five Spirit Stones... Food vendors will be given priority, and the first rchants to sign up get the first three months completely free.
Additionally, we welco all fellow cultivators from across The Cultivation World to co and browse, and to taste the Bloodfiend Den’s newest offering: barbecue that will leave you wanting more.
Grand Opening: Three nights from now.
All visitors on opening day can receive five Spirit Stones for free! This offer is valid for one day only. Don’t miss out, fellow cultivators!
Night Market Location: In the southwestern region of the Demonic Sects’ territory, near Serendipity Immortal City. The people of the Bloodfiend Den welco you.
Watching the advertisents flutter down from the sky,
those who saw them were all baffled.
The familiar sight instantly reminded many people of how things were when the phones first ca out.
Why did they get the feeling their wallets were about to get a little lighter?
Many people looked at the flyers in their hands, skeptical.
"Have these Demon Cultivators lost their minds?"
"Yeah, it feels like their whole style has changed! Look, it says here that anyone who goes to the night market on opening day can get five Spirit Stones. This has to be a scam, right?"
"I don’t know, but I think it’s a scam. Are The Demonic Sects that rich now? Eager to just give away money?"
"It must be true. Why don’t we go take a look? Even if we don’t buy anything, we won’t lose out. We can still get five Spirit Stones."
"Let’s go check it out, too."
"I don’t care about the Spirit Stones. I just want to see what this night market is all about."
anwhile, the passing Immortal Sect Disciples frowned. So gathered together and couldn’t help but wonder, "The Demonic Sects are on the move again. What are these Demon Cultivators planning now?"
The phones were one thing. Although they were crafted by The Demonic Sects, they were admittedly useful and convenient. But that didn’t an those Demon Cultivators were good people. They were definitely plotting sothing nefarious.
If they dared to do anything to harm The Cultivation World, the Immortal Sects would never let them get away with it.
"Senior Brother, look at this. Leasing for a night market."
"What a joke. It’s a night market run by The Demonic Sects. Who would possibly go? Setting up stalls in the middle of the night... They’re just grandstanding. Pay it no mind. Let’s head back to the Sect first."
"No, Senior Brother. I think we should still report this to the Sect."
"Let’s go..."
The advertisent this ti was provided by Elder Lowell. Celeste Grant made a few edits, then had it mass-printed and distributed.
The effect was remarkable.
Everything was ready; all that was missing was a favorable wind.
’Now let’s see how attractive those five Spirit Stones are,’ she thought. ’Will they be enough to kick up a breeze? Hopefully, a huge one, HAHAHAHA.’
In fact, her plan was similar to grand openings in her old world where supermarkets gave away free eggs. Just by passing by, you could snag a freebie. ??(????????)
Who wouldn’t want a pie to fall from the sky?
And the most important part? Those people who wanted to see The Demonic Sects lose money would definitely show up in droves.
’I’ll give it to them as long as they co. My only fear is that they won’t!’
’As long as they show up, I can pry every last extra Spirit Stone out of their pockets.’
Thinking of this, Celeste Grant smiled gently.
’My dream of becoming the richest woman in The Cultivation World will co true, hehehe.’
She was in a good mood.
She felt like patting her son’s head, but when she looked around, she couldn’t see him.
"Nerida, where’s my son?"
Hearing the question,
Nerida stepped forward and said, "Madam, the Young Master took disciples from the Bloodfury Hall out to hunt Demonic Beasts. He said it was to ensure we have enough at for the night market’s opening in three days."
Celeste Grant was taken aback and couldn’t help but say, "He went to hunt Demonic Beasts? His Cultivation is only at the Foundation Establishnt Stage. Won’t that be dangerous?"
Truthfully, she knew her son was very capable.
But this was probably how all mothers felt. No matter how powerful her son was, she would always worry if she wasn’t with him.
’The Young Master in danger?’
’No, the Young Master *is* the danger.’
"Madam, you don’t need to worry. If he runs into anyone foolish enough to cross him, you should be more worried about whether *they’ll* end up missing an arm or a leg."
Hearing this,
Celeste Grant’s mouth twitched.
’So my sweet-looking son is really that deadly?’
Nerida continued, "With the disciples of the Bloodfury Hall accompanying him, the Young Master will be fine."
Besides, who would be so blind as to dare harm the Young Master of their Demonic Sect? They must want to try their luck at ’Clan Annihilation Crush’.
"I see. In that case, I’m relieved."
’If my son were truly in danger, with Javier Sinclair’s Cultivation, he, as the boy’s father, would surely sense it imdiately.’
In The Cultivation World, parents could sense when their children were in danger. This was called the power of one’s bloodline.
If there were real danger, even Celeste Grant would be able to sense it.
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