Starting Cultivation During a Trip-Chapter 124 - 97: Qixi Business! The Wang Family’s Madman (Part 2)

Chapter 124: Chapter 97: Qixi Business! The Wang Family’s Madman (Part 2)

"Downstairs," Jiang Hu replied without looking up.

"Downstairs?" Zhang Fan was stunned. "Where downstairs? You actually found a Manjushaka?"

"The flower bed downstairs, foxtail grass."

"Huh!? Foxtail grass?" Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow, his expression turning peculiar.

"Where can you find a Manjushaka these days, and even if you did, the cost would be so high?"

Jiang Hu said calmly, "The boss said to save costs; just the meaning is enough. The main thing is to spread a good wish."

"How much is this good wish?" Zhang Fan couldn’t help asking.

"One hundred and thirty-one yuan and forty cents."

"1314? One Dao Talisman?"

"Could it be a stack?" Jiang Hu glanced at him.

"Holidays are the best time to make money." Jiang Hu said solemnly, "The boss said, ’Our Dao prospers, we can’t be too poor.’

"Truly a model for our Daoist Sect!" Zhang Fan squinted his eyes and said.

"Don’t panic, don’t panic, panic easily ends up on the wall..."

"Don’t rush, don’t rush, rushing easily asks for a feast..."

Just then, a sharp and pleasant ringtone suddenly rang out, echoing in the office.

"Don’t worry, don’t worry, worrying easily leads to an early exit..."

Jiang Hu put down the talisman pen, took out his phone, and saw it was the boss. He quickly picked it up.

"Boss..."

"Yes, yes... everyone is here... it’s almost done..."

"No problem..."

Jiang Hu wore a smile and nodded.

"What? This... this might be..."

"Hello, hello... Boss... no..."

Before he could finish, the busy tone came from the other end of the phone.

"Damn..."

The smile on Jiang Hu’s face vanished instantly, unable to resist ranting at the phone. Truly a workplace realism...

Laughing in public, cursing behind closed doors.

"What’s the situation?"

"The boss said... the boss said..." Jiang Hu stammered, looking a bit troubled.

"Said what?"

"The boss said, tomorrow everyone should come to the company early and stake out below major hotels..."

"Stake out what?"

Even Jiang Lai couldn’t help but ask at this point.

"Trash cans!"

"Huh!?"

Zhang Fan was momentarily taken aback, but Wen He smiled slightly, showing a knowing expression.

"Stake out the trash cans for what?"

"The boss said to see if anyone threw away flowers or gifts, to pick them up and keep them..."

"In a week, it’s the Ghost Festival in July, keep them to sell to others for tomb sweeping."

"Damn... that’s so damn shady..."

Zhang Fan was completely stunned. He had never seen... no, never even heard of such a business genius.

Being in such a company is a disgrace to ancestors.

"So embarrassing." Zhang Fan covered his face and shook his head.

"It’s Valentine’s Day, after all; it’s also a business opportunity. Some people are lovestruck, some are tearful, and some are having wild nights in hotel rooms..."

Jiang Hu could understand these worldly ways well.

Facing the boss’s decision to work overtime tomorrow, Jiang Lai remained silent and quietly returned to his seat, still calm.

However, Zhang Fan found it hard to accept, feeling a bit like Wu Meiniang going into widowhood, losing his mind (Li Zhi).

"I want to take leave."

"Taking leave now? Where are you going?" Jiang Hu couldn’t help mumbling.

"Do you know where Beidou Hall is?" Zhang Fan retorted.

He had learned from Wang Xuanqing’s Primordial Spirit Fragment that it was a place for the young generations of the Wang Family to cultivate, not open to the public, with few knowing about it.

There, he should be able to find Wang Xuanmiao.

"It’s in the outskirts of the city... that’s the territory of the Wang Family of the Worshiping Star Sect. I heard most of the young members of the Wang Family spend their time there practicing." Jiang Hu was indeed well-informed; there was nothing about the big and small matters in Yujing City that he didn’t know.

"Leave early later and take me to see."

"What are you going to do?"

Jiang Hu’s expression became extremely cautious. Since Zhang Fan started working, he had faintly felt something amiss.

At first, when the Chuma He Family was gone, he didn’t think too deeply about it.

Then later, when the Shen Family of the Talismanic Sect was gone, but Zhang Fan had saved his life, Jiang Hu showed only gratitude.

And when he went to the Xiong Family and such a big mess happened, he was detained for a day and a night, Jiang Hu felt something was wrong.

He thought of the legendary anime, Detective Nan.

"Brother, what are you going to do?" Jiang Hu’s voice trembled slightly.

"What kind of expression is that? I’m not doing anything. I’m just going to take a look."

Zhang Fan gave a sidelong glance, patting Jiang Hu’s shoulder. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"That’s settled then."

"After work, see you at the Five Spirits Rainbow Light!"

These days, with Old Yu not around, the boss not around, the Five Spirits Rainbow Light had become like a bus, anyone wanting to get on could get on, whenever they wanted.

...

Yujing City, outskirts.

Beidou Hall.

This was an estate hidden in the mountains, looking a bit like a farmhouse at first glance, surrounded by babbling streams, with fresh air, suitable for recuperation.

At this moment, on the open grounds, a group of teenagers around 15 or 16 years old were practicing their Qi exercises, swinging fists and feet.

Daoists awaken their Primordial Spirit, refine the Inner Core, gather True Yang, their physical fitness surpassing ordinary people, and some practice family-inherited martial arts. After all, when fighting others, they can’t just rely on Skills, they have to compete with their Primordial Spirit.

So bold and combative, there must be tribulation.

"Xuanfei, I heard you guys ran into the Xiong Family and hit a hard wall?"

Inside the hall, Wang Xuanmiao stood under a Beidou Seven Stars ancient painting, blocking the just-arrived Wang Xuanfei.

"You know yet you ask me?"

Wang Xuanqing had just died, so Wang Xuanfei wasn’t in a good mood.

"I don’t know the specifics, who is that person?" Wang Xuanmiao asked casually.

"A newcomer from the Xiong Family, named Xiong Ba, capable enough, even Xiong Qianqiu said if nothing goes wrong, the Xiong Family would likely pass to this person." Wang Xuanfei said solemnly.

"Oh? Xiong Ba? Not even legitimate, and he has the qualifications to inherit the Xiong Family?" Wang Xuanmiao’s eyes narrowed slightly, remembering the name.

"Was it him who broke Wang Xuanqing’s Technique?"

"It wasn’t him..." Wang Xuanfei shook her head. "It was a young man named Zhang Fan."

"Zhang Fan? Never heard of him? Seems there’s no such person on Yujing’s ground." Wang Xuanmiao’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, showing a pensive look.

Throughout history, out of every ten Daoists, nine are surnamed Zhang, one is surnamed Li.

In the past, Daoists surnamed Zhang were always noticeable wherever they went.

But ever since the Daoist Sect’s great tribulation eighty years ago, with no incense relit on Dragon Tiger Mountain, the Zhang surname had declined, becoming unremarkable.

Thus, that day, Wang Xuanqing dared to boast, "No Zhang seen on the mountain, no Li seen in Dao."

"I don’t know him either, definitely a fresh face, that person was brought in by the Xiong Family as a helper." Wang Xuanfei said solemnly.

"How did he make a move to break Wang Xuanqing’s Technique? What Daoist Skill did he use?" Wang Xuanmiao asked the key question.

Wang Xuanqing possessed the God Capturing Technique, yet it was broken publicly, and even his Primordial Spirit wasn’t preserved.

So, she was a bit panicked, fearing the opponent would notice and bring trouble upon themselves, making it impossible for her to stay out of it.

"I couldn’t tell, Brother San didn’t allow further investigation." Wang Xuanfei shook her head, Zhang Fan’s image surfacing in her mind.

The only impression that man left on her was immeasurable depth.

"Why are you asking so much? Do you plan to settle scores?"

"Since Brother San said not to investigate, then don’t... Besides, Wang Xuanqing is gone, what can I do?" Wang Xuanmiao said indifferently.

"Really? Brother San said you’re profound and unfathomable." Wang Xuanfei said with meaning.

"Just joking, I’m simply curious about what kind of fierce person doesn’t care about our Wang Family." Wang Xuanmiao shifted the topic back.

"Are you afraid he’d dare come and cause trouble?" Wang Xuanfei laughed.

"That’s unlikely, after all, this is Beidou Hall, the Wang Family’s territory, even if he had the guts of a hundred, he wouldn’t dare come..."

Wang Xuanmiao shook her head, subconsciously looking towards the depths of the hall, where a terrifying low roar emanated, accompanied by an intimidating pressure.

"Besides, there’s no place safer than here; as long as that lunatic is around, who dares act recklessly?"

"Without madness, there’s no life!" Wang Xuanfei lightly shuddered, also looking towards the innermost chamber.

For eleven years, that man, hailed as the most brilliant among the Wang Family’s younger generation, although insane, his Daoist Skill reached Great Success, with such fierce power, no one dared to approach him within ten steps.

"Wang Xuangang!!"