911: 910: Make a big fortune 911: 910: Make a big fortune “Kid, you’re earning quite a bit, huh?
Which sect are you from?” A few Emperor Realm cultivators surrounded him.
“None of your damn business.” Tang Feng glanced at them briefly and continued treating the injured.
“Oh?
Quite arrogant, aren’t you?
Do you know who we are?”
“I’ve got no interest in the likes of Ah Mao and Ah Gou.” Tang Feng replied coldly.
“How dare you insult us!
Seems you’ve got a death wish.” The group was furious, but didn’t dare act.
Many people gathered around them—those previously treated by Tang Feng.
Seeing so many defending him, the group hesitated.
But Tang Feng had no intention of letting them off.
Anyone daring to target him would have to pay the price.
“Whoever subdues these guys gets a free Healing Elixir.” As soon as he said this, dozens of people charged forward.
In no ti, the group was overpowered and dragged before Tang Feng.
Forced to kneel on both knees.
“Still full of yourself?” Tang Feng chuckled.
“Kid, you’re done for!
We’re from the Fallen Deity Sect.
Just wait till they co for you.
And for you lot…” The group glared fiercely at those surrounding them.
But the crowd paid no attention.
Fallen Deity Sect?
So what?
Their sects weren’t helpless either.
Besides, no great sect would mobilize for a few low-level disciples.
Of course, so people were worried—it was true their sects couldn’t afford to offend the Fallen Deity Sect if it got serious.
Tang Feng was surprised they still dared to act so cocky.
Did they not know killing was permissible in the Secret Realm?
“Thanks, everyone.
Release them.
Take these elixirs and split them amongst yourselves.” Tang Feng stood by his word.
The crowd cheered, thanking him profusely.
But the group thought Tang Feng was backing down and demanded compensation, threatening not to let him off.
The crowd stared at them like fools.
How ridiculous.
Sure enough, Tang Feng made his move.
Having absorbed the Frost Origin, it was ti to test its power.
With a thought, several ice dragons instantly took shape.
Dragon roars filled the air as they charged toward the group.
“Courting death!”
The Fallen Deity Sect’s Emperor Realm cultivators weren’t taken seriously.
Only when the ice dragons closed in did they realize the danger.
A wave of freezing energy struck.
In an instant, they were encased in ice, then reduced to frost, and finally shattered into icy water.
It all happened in re monts.
A handful of Emperor Realm experts had been completely annihilated.
Gulps echoed around.
At first, one might think it was people feeling hungry—but no, they were terrified.
What kind of technique was that?
One strike, enemies wiped out.
No flashy moves, no grand Divine Artifacts, no supporting skills: simple, brutal, flawless.
It was awe-inspiring.
Incredibly powerful.
Any Divine-level cultivators who had considered acting against Tang Feng promptly abandoned the thought.
It would be suicide.
Tang Feng’s display even scared those who had taken Divine Pills earlier.
So were already considering returning them—handling them felt nerve-wracking.
But Tang Feng stopped them.
“I never take back gifts.
That’s enough, everyone disperse.”
His words now carried undeniable authority, and the crowd genuinely dispersed.
So won, captivated by Tang Feng’s charisma, couldn’t help harboring infatuation—their eyes sparkled brightly.
Unfortunately, they could only look; no one dared approach to flirt.
Tang Feng’s overwhelming presence kept people at bay, inspiring both awe and fear.
Still, they felt fortunate to witness such an extraordinary man.
It was a sha his origins were unclear—no one recognized him.
At this mont, Tang Feng approached a group of three won.
“It’s just the three of you left?” Tang Feng crouched before them.
“Not really.
We ca out first because of injuries.
Senior Sister and Senior Brother are still in the passageway.”
“Sorry, it was dangerous, so we left early.”
“It’s fine.
Take these elixirs.” Tang Feng treated their injuries and then stood to leave.
“Ah Feng, we don’t have that many Divine Crystals.”
“No need.” Tang Feng waved dismissively, moving toward other injured individuals.
Everyone entering the Secret Realm carried Divine Crystals, though not many—perhaps several tens of thousands.
Of course, these tens of thousands likely represented decades or even millennia of savings.
Losing half in one go was painful.
Were they distressed?
Of course they were.
But compared to their lives, it was insignificant.
Healing allowed them to resu exploring the Secret Realm, where treasures were plentiful.
They had already made so gains earlier.
Recovering the spent Divine Crystals wouldn’t be difficult, which was why people willingly paid for treatnt.
Within a single day, Tang Feng had healed all the wounded.
Even those with amputated limbs, broken bones, or missing body parts were fully restored.
Tang Feng’s status in the Secret Realm soared, gaining universal respect.
This didn’t escape the notice of the City Lord Mansion’s people.
“If we can’t recruit him, we must eliminate him.”
“That’s unnecessary.
He poses no threat to Golden City.
Don’t provoke him—this Young City Lord might not even be his match,” said the Young City Lord, having just exited the passageway and witnessed Tang Feng’s display.
He was apprehensive of Tang Feng’s thods.
“Young City Lord, perhaps we should try recruiting him?” a Guard General suggested.
“Forget it.
He’s just like —far too proud to serve anyone.
But befriending him is possible.
Go buy so elixirs and ntion they’re for the City Lord Mansion.
See if he’ll show us so respect.” The Young City Lord tossed a bag of Divine Crystals to the Guard General.
The Guard General approached Tang Feng.
“Sir, excuse .”
“What is it?” Tang Feng glanced in his direction and then over at the Young City Lord, who smiled and nodded politely.
“Sir, we’d like to purchase so healing dicine from you.
Would you sell us a few?”
“Of course.” For basic Divine Pills?
If Divine Crystals were offered, why not earn them?
Money was sothing no one disliked.
Thus, nearly a hundred Divine Pills were exchanged.
anwhile, a shout arose nearby.
“Auction!
Auction!
Interested fellows, co take a look!”
“Well, well, business even here.” Tang Feng smiled as he walked over.
“Everyone, I am Qiao Dong, an auctioneer from Golden City’s Divine Treasure Pavilion.
I’m sure you’re all familiar with .
Thanks to you folks, I’m here to host this auction.
Those wishing to consign items may do so—we only take a five percent cut.”
“Master Qiao, start already!
Items for consignnt can be registered during the auction, right?” The crowd couldn’t wait.
“Alright, let’s begin.
The first item is remarkable—an Ancient Divine Object, a Spirit Transformation Stone.
I’m sure many of you have heard of this.
Sadly, it’s incomplete.
Starting price: 10,000 Divine Crystals.”
“30,000 Divine Crystals.”
“50,000.”
“80,000.”
Qiao Dong’s face lit up with joy.
This Spirit Transformation Stone was barely worth 60,000 Divine Crystals, and it had already reached 80,000.
“80,000—anyone else willing to bid higher?
I’ll count three tis: one, two, three—sold!
Congratulations, fellow Daoist.
Over there is the handover point—Divine Crystals for the item.” Qiao Dong bead.
“Now, onto the second item—a fragnted map, dating back at least to Ancient Tis.
Interested?
Even as a collectible, it has value.” Qiao Dong’s grin widened.
In his hands, even rubbish turned into treasures.
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