Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

Chapter 536: Chapter 347: No One Understands Foundation Establishment Better Than Me

Three days had passed in a flash,

On this day, two dark clouds blown by the wind covered part of the scorching sun overhead in Chu State City, providing the town with a rare touch of coolness.

In the streets and alleys, groups of famine victims with extremely pale faces huddled together, timidly lying or curling up in corners.

In order to eat, they had not only spent their last copper coin, but had also sold a lot of blood to the Blood Shop; their bodies were already weak to the extreme, now surviving merely on a breath of life.

On the street, vehicles and pedestrians moved busily, but countless emaciated hands stretched out from the corners, looking like a patch of grass had grown on the ground from a distance.

The famine victims hoped desperately for a kind-hearted person to give them a few copper coins, enough to exchange for a couple of coarse grain cakes to fill their stomachs.

However… the number of famine victims who died each day in Chu State City was far more than one would imagine.

Every so often, corpse collectors dragged out the stiff, dried-up corpses from the crowd and carelessly threw them onto a cart.

The bodies piled up messily, and only when there was truly no more room did the corpse collectors joyfully pull the cart towards the Charity Estate outside the city.

A body could exchange for a hundred coins at the Charity Estate! If the body turned into a zombie, the price could increase by dozens of times, worth seven or eight taels of silver.

In these ghostly times, the dead were more valuable than the living!

Watching the cart carrying the corpses slowly move away, the famine victims’ faces were numb, their expressions terrifyingly indifferent.

Yet, there were a few men, nearly drained of blood, who watched the cart disappear around the corner and fiercely bit their teeth, staggering to get up and unsteadily follow it.

They were going to the Charity Estate to sell themselves; if they became corpse collectors, they could at least eat their fill before dying.

After all, they would die sooner or later; it was far better to die full than to die starving, for the masters in the temples always said starving ghosts could not reincarnate.

Whooosh—

A luxurious silver and white Flying Car whooshed from the distance, speeding over the many buildings and streets, and raced towards a nine-story high building a few miles away.

At the same time, a carriage drawn by eight tall and handsome antler horses raced wildly through the streets, people and horses turning over in its path. Some of the slow-moving famine victims were even trampled to pieces by the antler horses, their flesh and blood scattered everywhere.

Wu Yifan pulled back a corner of the carriage curtain, revealing a face as exquisite as jade. He gazed at the silver-white Flying Car above and a ruthless expression emerged on his face.

The next second, the curtain loosened and dropped back down.

At this moment, all of Wu Yifan’s thoughts were on the upcoming competition; he didn’t even notice that his carriage had trampled to death three or four famine victims in a row.

Even if he had known, he wouldn’t have cared in the slightest.

For the esteemed young master of the Wu family, famine victims were less than ants, and the death of hundreds or thousands mattered far less than a single favorable word from Senior Wuying

Soon, the carriage stopped in front of the Moon Invitation Tower. Wu Yifan alighted from the carriage, glared at the silver-white Flying Car parked at the entrance, cursed under his breath, then entered the building with his head held high and chest out.

As soon as Wu Yifan stepped into the Moon Viewing Pavilion on the ninth floor, he immediately saw a familiar figure and greeted, “Brother Gu, you’ve arrived quite early!”

Gu Yu turned around and saw him, laughing immediately, “Not at all, Brother Wu, you’re not late either! Didn’t you say a few days ago that you weren’t coming? What brings you here today?”

“A few days ago, I thought it over and felt that Senior Wuying had a profound intention. Since I was free, I thought it would be good to come and have a look,” Wu Yifan casually found a seat and settled down while responding offhandedly.

Seeing this, Gu Yu didn’t point out his little schemes, merely smiling and inviting his old friend to drink tea.

As they drank tea and chatted, Wu Yifan repeatedly inquired for information about Master Wuying, but Gu Yu always managed to deflect his questions with vague jokes.

Time passed bit by bit, and before noon, several jovial figures had already gathered in the Moon Viewing Pavilion.

Three days ago, Zhao Sheng had invited eight people.

Three days later, all eight people had arrived early, waiting.

“Brother Xia, how many Spirit Stones did you prepare today?”

“Ah, I’m not favored much in my family; after rummaging through boxes and borrowing around, I only managed to gather about ten thousand. It’s really worrying me! Brother Zhou, how about you?”

“Me?… Not much either, about the same as you, just over ten thousand.”

Gu Yu listened quietly to the conversation next door, silently estimating whether the forty thousand Spirit Stones he had brought could lead him to victory.

The reason for this specific amount was that forty thousand was precisely the market price of the Blood Spirit Foundation Establishment Pill.

“I’ve already failed once! I must seize this opportunity this time. But is the Five Passes God really that miraculous?”

This thought not only persisted in Gu Yu’s mind but was likely harbored by everyone else as well.

As the day faded and night gradually fell,

The atmosphere in the Moon Viewing Pavilion grew extremely tense, and people were already getting impatient.

Just then, a gentle voice suddenly erupted in the pavilion, “I’m sorry for making you all wait! The old Daoist has arrived a bit late.”

Before the voice had faded, Zhao Sheng was already sitting in the chair at the head of the table, dressed in a blue Daoist robe, his demeanor transcendent and detached.

Seeing the True Immortal, everyone immediately stood up, their hands over their chests, and greeted, “Junior… pays respect to Senior Wuying!”

Zhao Sheng raised his hand to signal everyone to sit down, smiling and nodding, “Please, sit, sit! It’s rare that all of you have come. It seems your destiny with the old Daoist is not shallow!”

No sooner had everyone sat down than someone, unable to restrain their eagerness, hurriedly asked, “Senior, I’ve managed to gather sixteen thousand Spirit Stones. Does this meet your approval?”