Huh? Isn't this an adventure kingdom building game?!-Chapter 703 - 687: Never Drunk After a Thousand Toasts

Chapter 703: Chapter 687: Never Drunk After a Thousand Toasts

Jiang Yuan instinctively looked up at the sky upon hearing that.

In the night sky over the suburbs of the city, a few sparse stars twinkled, and a crescent moon hung at the horizon with a gentle night breeze blowing past.

Perhaps it was due to the alcohol, but he suddenly felt a bit cold, and he wrapped his coat tighter, "I didn’t quite understand, who are they referring to?"

Huang San lowered his voice even further, his expression also took on a slightly sneaky look, "It’s normal not to understand. At the time, I didn’t understand who he was referring to either.

Then the Wandering Daoist told me that the essence of this world is a huge virtual training ground, and all living beings in the world are pawns in this game.

The stake is this world.

Whether it’s the Western Paradise, the Nine Heavens above, or the Fengdu Underworld, all kinds of demons and ghosts have sent a portion of their sealed spirituality into the Lower Realm, allowing them to partake in this battle through time and life across countless cycles of reincarnation. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Some Bodhisattvas are tempted and fall into depravity; some demons are moved and transformed.

In this chaotic battle, some can maintain a true original mind all along, ultimately achieving fruition and no longer falling into the mundane world;

But some turn into demons in human skin, as they say, Hell is empty and all the demons are in the mortal world, true people are hard to find in the world, and most spirituality has been worn down and can’t ascend anymore.

He urged me to consult scriptures from various sects to find the answers to my doubts.

He said, whether it’s sages or Buddhas, they are all trying to convey a truth to the world — seek inwardly to return to the true self, all things in the world are fleeting illusions, everything is empty and false.

He also said that with the End of Dharma Era approaching, some forces, not wanting to lose too miserably, secretly cheat by sending messengers with tasks down to gather people from their respective factions. They impart true skills so that they won’t succumb to mundane affairs and waste time, in hopes when the great reckoning comes, they can still return home.

As for us, those without affiliations, without true skills and authentic paths, if we’re lucky, we’ll find a good destination, otherwise, during the reckoning, like pawns in a game left without purpose, we get tossed wherever with no chance to rise again."

With a piece of the world as a chessboard and all things as chess pieces?

Jiang Yuan raised his head again to gaze at the sky, feeling somewhat complex, "How much truth do you think there is to what the Wandering Daoist said, Mr. San?"

"How would I know?" Huang San shrugged, smoothing his whiskers with his paws, muttering softly, "I was young and inexperienced at the time, hearing this made my scalp tingle!

My mind was muddled, not knowing what more to ask, and he just went on his own, talking about going with the flow, whether there is fate or not.

But later, I thought it over carefully, felt that Wandering Daoist was a bit eccentric, crazy-like, couldn’t figure out if he was just talking nonsense or if revealing secrets clouded his mind.

Anyway, even if you cultivate to the peak, without ascension, who knows what the situation really is.

About cultivation, every faction has its interpretations. You might hear different things as you see more in the future."

"What if it’s true?"

"And if it is true, so what?" he burped again, muttering, "For us, all we can do is eat and drink as usual, don’t let things weigh on our minds, just strive to live well.

With our ability, even if we know more secrets of the Upper Realm, what of it? Can you suddenly become the Savior? Without the power to back it, pondering is pointless."

"Makes sense." Jiang Yuan agreed, "Then let’s just trust that the heavens have their arrangements, go with the flow. What we should know will definitely occur to us, what we shouldn’t, being curious won’t help."

Today’s visit was quite rewarding.

First and foremost is understanding the situation of mysticism in the real world;

Secondly, a new client was developed, the top-tier luxurious incense is reserved for small courtyard members to use, and the other different levels of incense can be categorized into different pricing tiers for sale, adding another stream of income.

Chuci’s dedicated driver was diligent, after driving Li Tiezhu back, he also drove the two of them back to the complex.

Once home, Jiang Yuan knocked on Yang Hongye’s door, asking, "Sister Yang, do you have any alcohol here?"

"Oh, the medicinal incense sold well, are you in such a good mood you want a drink?" She was busy organizing a list of customers who ordered medicinal incense in bulk.

Besides, the medicinal incense Jiang Yuan made was genuine and of good quality, considering the price point, the customer base is destined to be people in high circles. Who earning three to five thousand a month would be willing to spend so much on medicinal incense that burns away so quickly?

In the whole city, how many can afford medicinal incense and trust Chuci enough to compete for it here?

Before extending the influence range nationally or even globally among the wealthy, the existing customers must be well maintained.

The wealthy have many choices; it’s not as simple as "if you don’t buy, others will."

That statement assumes a sufficiently large customer base, and currently, with a limited quantity of medicinal incense, massive promotion to find more customers isn’t feasible, as not being able to purchase and waiting in vain would damage the brand reputation.

Maintaining customers is her expertise, and doing it well means earning more, so she’s naturally keen on it.

While calculating, Yang Hongye casually took out two bottles of white liquor from the cabinet and handed them over, "No red wine left, these I pilfered from Old Zhang’s cabinet. I hear it’s private reserve from his friend’s distillery. Everything about it is exquisite, except the alcohol content is a bit high, so take it easy when you drink."

"53-degree sauce-flavored?" Jiang Yuan took it and glanced at it, then looked up and couldn’t help but be slightly stunned.

Back then, thinking they had a good relationship, Yang Hongye helped a lot with selling goods. He wanted to let her live in a mansion rent-free. After giving her this suite to live in, he hadn’t come in since. Now, taking a look around — the entire room was overly simplistic.

Then he suddenly remembered, even when they were co-renting a two-bedroom and one living room place, she didn’t seem to have much stuff.

According to Yang Hongye, buying fewer things saves money, and when the landlord kicks you out, moving is much easier. Save up money early to buy a house of your own, and then you can decorate it however you want and buy whatever you like.

Nowadays, Jiang Yuan was something of a family head in the Wilderness World, with tens of millions of Spirit Stones in his account frequently flowing in and out. That little bit of worldly ignorance he had before naturally faded away quickly.

Her birthday was coming up in a few days, so why not prepare a surprise for her!

Since graduating college, Jiang Yuan’s job and life had never been stable.

Even though he had bound the system and gained a cheat, he didn’t learn any real skills; he relied on the System for everything, so he never felt settled or secure, and it was hard to change the mentality formed over many years.

Always worrying about what if he couldn’t enter the Wilderness World anymore, and the things inside couldn’t be brought out to cash in. At least there’s some money in the bank account.

Now that development over there was very good and stable, and he’s gradually expanding cash-out channels here, there’s no need to be a miser anymore; spend the money when it’s needed, you can always earn more.

Having made up his mind, he took the two bottles of liquor back to his own room, opened the caps, and directly downed a glass in one gulp.

"Hiss... What’s going on? Did the system quietly transform me?"

The taste of the white liquor wasn’t pleasant for him, so drinking it was like taking medicine, and he downed nearly half the bottle without feeling anything except the strong liquor taste lingering.

He knew his alcohol tolerance very well. He never liked the stuff, even a bottle of beer could make him sleep for ten hours.

But tonight at the restaurant, after drinking quite a bit with two others and a Yellow Immortal, not only was he not drunk, he didn’t even feel tipsy, completely sober like he’d been drinking water.

Not believing it, he went back and got two more bottles from Yang Hongye, and after drinking half a bottle, still no reaction.

Apart from the system, Jiang Yuan couldn’t think of any other reason why he suddenly evolved from a lightweight to someone who "can’t get drunk after a thousand cups."

Thinking about it, being able to hold his liquor seemed somewhat useful in the real world, after all, it wasn’t a bad thing, so he took a shower and called his mom.

After being busy for a long time in the Wilderness, upon returning, Jiang Yuan always wanted to handle all matters properly.

"You really are something, before, we wouldn’t hear from you for ten days or half a month, now it’s one call a day. What’s up? Still worried your parents are far away, unfamiliar with the place, and may suffer losses?"

Song Yuexiu was preparing dishes for the small shop, and after confirming there was nothing wrong from her son’s call, she joked with a smile: "We are not old enough to need your support yet, focus on your own business. We’ll go back to our hometown in a few days for Qingming Festival, so remember to arrange your work in advance and come home to burn paper..."

Listening to his mom’s long-missed nagging over the phone, he realized that in the Wilderness World, though a long time seemed to have passed, not much time had actually passed in the real world, and indeed he just called yesterday.

For Qingming Festival, you have to go to grave-sweep and burn paper for deceased relatives, so after hanging up, Jiang Yuan took out paper from the Storage Bag to fold gold ingots, intending to make some elegant and small papermen and paper horses to burn altogether.

No matter where the soul of the deceased may rest, if it can be used, they won’t need to suffer too much down there.

Of course, encountering a Yin Messenger in the real world and inquiring about the situation would be even better.

For the next few days, Jiang Yuan was quite busy.

Besides making incense and papermen and paper horses, he was also looking at houses everywhere.

In early April, Yang Hongye’s birthday arrived just before Qingming Festival.

"Happy Birthday! Make a good wish, hope I can save enough 600,000 to buy that small house outright this year!" Woken up by an alarm in the morning, accustomed to birthdays without ceremony or cake, she clasped her hands as soon as she opened her eyes and began to make a wish.

Then thinking it over, she felt it might be difficult to make so much in a short time, closed her eyes, and silently added: "Hope Jiang Yuan’s medicinal incense business prospers, so I can earn more extra income; and hopefully, Old Zhang’s business gets better and better, so I can move to the sales department and make big money!"

Finally making a wish without any loopholes, Yang Hongye energetically jumped out of bed, humming a tune as she went to the bathroom to wash up.

In two days, it would be Qingming Festival, and colleagues were all figuring out ways to arrange time off.

She was the type to avoid going home unless necessary, fearing being locked up and "sold" off. Recently, she even avoided answering calls from home, and when she had no choice, she’d answer and cry poverty, pleading with her parents to send some money to pay phone bills.

Sure enough, on her birthday, the phone went completely silent, clearly they’re afraid of her complaining about never having a birthday growing up and bringing up old accounts.

"I’m off to work!" Seeing Jiang Yuan standing on the living room balcony as she went out the door, she greeted him and hurriedly left.

All colleagues wanted to go home early, and Yang Hongye, who was always good with numbers, took every order she could, as long as they paid a bit extra, she’d take on the work. It was mostly phone calls and data verification, nothing too difficult.

Old Zhang was easy-going, as long as the company operated normally, he didn’t mind. She calculated that she’d earn an extra nine hundred yuan that day, and then she’d buy a small, discounted cake from the cake shop in the evening, simply perfect!