My gorgeous wife-Chapter 1135 - 1107: We Are Rich!

"Brother Heng, I love you!"

"Little Mei, I love you too. That’s why I can’t let you waste more time with me like this!"

In the hotel, a pair of lovers embraced each other passionately.

"I came from hardship, grew up in it. Some things I can endure, but I definitely can’t let you endure them with me." The man showed a resolute expression on his face.

"That’s why I must strive!"

Little Mei looked puzzled: "But, Brother Heng, aren’t you a martial artist? Aren’t martial artists supposed to be impressive?"

Brother Heng showed a wry smile: "Yes, martial artists are indeed impressive, but there are so many outside, and many are even more impressive than me. So, I must seize the opportunity!"

"Little Mei, I’m sorry. For you, I must leave for a while!"

"Many things outside have changed, and martial artists have become less valuable. Although I’m a martial artist, I’m just a small security guard now. Can a small security guard give you happiness? If you leave with me, I’ll become even less noticeable in martial matters, so I can’t continue like this!" The man said firmly.

Little Mei looked affectionately at the man: "Brother Heng, I will wait for you! Where do you want to go?"

Gently holding the woman in his arms, the man’s eyes burned with the flame of determination: "I want to join... the Palace of the Nether King!"

...

"Uncle Master, things can’t go on like this!" A young man looked helplessly at the few people around him, finally turning to the old man with the white beard behind him, and smiled bitterly.

"What now?" The old man with the white beard was clearly in a bad mood too, looking at the young man who spoke with a dark expression.

The young man glanced at the five or six carefree junior brothers and sisters around him, feeling helpless.

Leaning closely to the old man, the young man said in a low voice: "Uncle Master, we only have a little over two hundred bucks now, after today, we won’t even be able to afford food tomorrow. We might not mind, but these junior brothers and sisters will..."

"Senior brother! I want cotton candy!" A charming young girl suddenly came to the young man, tugged at his sleeve, and said.

The young man immediately beamed: "Okay, I’ll buy it for you later. Also, didn’t I tell you, outside don’t call me senior brother, call me brother."

"Okay, brother, I want cotton candy, please?"

"Alright, alright..."

Watching the young man being pulled away, the old man with the white beard still maintained a profound expression, but he was full of grievances inside.

Who knew it would be so hard outside? He suddenly regretted taking these sect juniors out for training. If people back home knew he let the juniors go hungry, he might be ridiculed by the other old folks.

"What should I do..."

Thinking, a flash of insight suddenly crossed the old man’s mind.

He remembered a message he got at the marketplace not long ago.

"In various enchanted worlds, each level’s sects and families have different developments. It’s hard to say who’s the strongest. But in the outside world, apart from the Hongmeng Pavilion, the most notable force among us martial artists might be the Palace of the Nether King."

"The Palace of the Nether King? Never heard of them?"

"They are a local power rooted in the outside world, how would someone who stays in their enchanted world hear about them?"

"A local power, you mean they’ve been developing outside all along? How’s that possible?"

"Why not? Although they started as an insignificant small force, they’ve done pretty well now. They have several Earth-level experts and, importantly, they have money!"

"Even if you have beast pills and spirit stones, do you think people outside recognize them?"

Thinking about this, the old man’s eyes couldn’t help but shine.

When the young man returned, the old man quickly pulled him aside.

"Give me that two hundred bucks you have!"

"Uncle Master, what are you going to do with it? You aren’t planning to take the money and run, are you?" The young man looked cautious.

"I..." The old man raised his hand and gave the young man a light slap on the head.

"I’m going to buy train tickets, we’re leaving now, to find someone!"

"Where to, who to find?" The young man didn’t mind the slap, he was just curious.

"Linchuan, the Palace of the Nether King!"

...

Such things were happening all over, just as Zi Zhao had said, these martial artists found themselves in a delicate situation upon arriving in a new place and having to abide by the rules. Some managed a lavish lifestyle by pawning off old items, but that was unsustainable.

Some others, however, found jobs and started to settle into ordinary lives.

Of course, those were just some loose cultivators. Ones who came from prestigious families and sects, who considered themselves above others, would never do such things.

Thus, their situation was even more delicate.

As for the Palace of the Nether King, sorry, but when has the Palace of the Nether King ever lacked money?

Not to mention Lin Yi’s perfume company, which is still operating, the capital accumulated from the previous ventures of the Palace of the Nether King has reached an astounding level.

Moreover, under the umbrella of the Palace of the Nether King, several multinational corporations have been established around the world, and the monthly share alone is a terrifying figure.

After Catherine received news from Zi Zhao, she further merged Lin Yi’s perfume company with the companies under the Palace of the Nether King, so there’s absolutely no need to worry about money.

In short: Our Palace of the Nether King is not short of money, and we welcome strong allies from all sides to apply!

Consequently, quite a few people actually flocked toward the Palace of the Nether King.

Of course, not many could meet the qualifications to join the Palace of the Nether King. Most powerful sects and families became outer allies of the Palace of the Nether King.

With investments, there must be returns, and Catherine is not someone easy to negotiate with. So, all those who came to the Palace of the Nether King seeking cooperation left with smiles and satisfaction holding Zhang Ka, but whether they profited or lost, only they knew.

Of course, things couldn’t always be so profitable, and during the development of the Palace of the Nether King, there were some small setbacks.

For example, right now, a group of people was confronted on a street near the city’s edge.

"Yu Lian, what do you mean by this?" The Old Man White-bearded looked displeased at the man blocking him and his group, speaking coldly.

His displeasure wasn’t because of the man in front of him but because, behind him, a few disciples began complaining about being hungry again.

"Bunch of foodies." The Old Man White-bearded inwardly grumbled but hesitated to speak, as he only had a few pieces of change left after buying the bus ticket.

If not for the embarrassment of traveling on foot, he might have considered running with his disciples all the way to Licun City.

Yu Lian remained calm, looking at the Old Man White-bearded and saying blandly, "I mean nothing by it. Bai Feihu, I’m here today just to give you a piece of advice."

"Spit it out already!" Bai Feihu clearly had no intention of entertaining Yu Lian’s chatter. They were both Roaring Level, and his cultivation was slightly higher than Yu Lian’s, so why should he care?

"Judging by your route, you seem to be heading to the Palace of the Nether King, right?" Yu Lian said meaningfully.

"And what is it to you?" Hearing the grumbling behind him, Bai Feihu’s face grew even more displeased.

"I’m advising you not to go to the Palace of the Nether King! Don’t get me wrong, it’s for the safety of you and your disciples," Yu Lian said blandly.

"Got it." Bai Feihu nodded and then continued leading his group toward Linchuan.

"Bai Feihu!" Seeing that the Old Man White-bearded seemed entirely unphased by his warning, Yu Lian couldn’t keep his calm anymore. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"What’s the matter?" The Old Man White-bearded suddenly turned his head, looking sinisterly at Yu Lian, "Surname Yu, are you perhaps considering making a move?"

Being stared down by Bai Feihu, Yu Lian felt a sudden, inexplicable chill in his heart.

"No, no! I was just kindly advising..."

"If not, then scram!" Bai Feihu had no patience for his nonsense: "Old man, I’m not familiar with you, why should I listen to your crap?"

"But..." Yu Lian was about to bring out his ace when a voice suddenly called out from the distance.

"Oh, are you all friends from the Xuezai Sect?"

Hearing this voice, several people instinctively turned their heads to look.

In their view appeared a man and a woman. The speaker was the young man among them.

Ignoring Yu Lian beside him, Bai Feihu looked at the pair, "We are from the Xuezai Sect, and you are..."

"Oh. Forgive me!" The young man bowed to Bai Feihu and then said with a smile, "Indeed, the predecessors from the Xuezai Sect have arrived. We represent the Palace of the Nether King and have been waiting for you in Linchuan for a long time. If it’s convenient for you, could you accompany us now?"

"Waited for a long time, accompany you?" The Old Man White-bearded looked puzzled. To be honest, coming to Linchuan was a spur-of-the-moment decision, so how did the Palace of the Nether King know they were coming?

"People from the Palace of the Nether King?" Yu Lian said sinisterly, his voice filled with killing intent.

Before Yu Lian could continue, the young man spoke proactively: "Even though this isn’t the city center, it’s close enough. If you plan to make a move, I hope you’ll consider the consequences of opposing the Hongmeng Pavilion."

"Moreover, if I somehow survive, I will, under the name of the Pharmacist Clan, request that all major marketplaces terminate any dealings with your medications, as trading with you means opposing our Pharmacist Clan."

"Now, have you considered the consequences?" Yao Chou smiled as he looked at Yu Lian.

"Pharma...Pharmacist Clan?" Yu Lian seemed stuck, standing there motionlessly.

At this point, Yao Chou ignored Yu Lian and again turned his attention to Bai Feihu.

"Yao Chou of the Pharmacist Clan, Jiang Bingyu, now representing the Palace of the Nether King, formally invite you, seniors."

The wealthiest Pharmacist Clan in the Martial Artist World and the renowned Palace of the Nether King known for its wealth outside?

How interesting!

Bai Feihu’s face broke into a smile.

Glancing at the still-stunned Yu Lian beside him, Bai Feihu scoffed, "Get lost, you pauper."