dognovel Chapter 5 The Power of Money
Chapter 5 The Power of Money
Chapter Five: The Power of Money
The person who filmed the old Taoist priest was Zhuo Yang.
"Master, you just said there were ten million?"
The old Taoist priest snorted and said disdainfully, "You already know, why ask?"
"I really don't know." Zhuo Yang chuckled self-deprecatingly, then asked, "May I ask what the condition for getting that ten million is? It wouldn't be curing Miss Dongfang's illness, would it?"
As the words spread, the talented individuals who had just decided to give up the competition were once again aroused and became eager to try.
"Hmph!" The old Taoist priest was very dissatisfied with Zhuo Yang, as his plans had been ruined.
He shouted impatiently, "Where is Steward Dongfang? What's going on upstairs? That guy's been up there for ages. Does he even have the confidence to cure Miss Dongfang? If he doesn't, hurry up and get someone else. Don't waste time!"
This shout resonated with others, and for a moment the huge living room was filled with shouts.
Zhuo Yang observed the myriad aspects of life and realized that he was just like them; the weight of money on his heart was no less than theirs.
The only difference might be that Zhuo Yang needs money to buy medicinal herbs to refine pills and improve his cultivation, while these people are probably just after money.
Moreover, spending ten million to buy medicinal herbs for cultivation is just throwing money down the drain.
Zhuo Yang needs money, lots and lots of money, otherwise the path of cultivation will be difficult...
The old butler quickly ran downstairs, apologizing repeatedly, and finally said to Zhuo Yang, "Mr. Zhuo, the master requests your presence!"
Zhuo Yang nodded and followed.
He had only taken two steps when the Taoist priest stopped the old steward.
"Butler Dongfang, what do you mean by this?" The old Taoist priest's face was full of anger, and he glared at Zhuo Yang angrily. "We were here first, so why should this brat go to treat Miss Dongfang first?"
“This…” The old butler hesitated for a moment, “Master Wu Xuan, Mr. Zhuo is confident that he can cure Miss’s illness, so Master invited him…”
"I, the Taoist priest, also have a way to cure Miss's illness!" The Taoist priest Wu Xuan stomped his foot on the ground in anger, and a marble tile was crushed on the spot.
Others joined in the commotion, their shouting nearly lifting the roof off.
The old butler was extremely anxious, but judging from the current situation, he was afraid that if he let Zhuo Yang go upstairs first, these capable and extraordinary people in the living room might really cause a scene, and then it would be difficult to handle.
"Butler Dongfang," Zhuo Yang said leisurely, patting the old butler on the shoulder. "Since everyone wants to try, why don't we invite Miss downstairs so we can all give it a shot?"
"Huh?" The old butler was stunned. A group of people were treating the young lady's illness together. How was this supposed to be done?
Wu Xuan, having decided on the ten million, immediately said, "Let's do as he says. This Daoist is proficient in five supernatural powers and will surely be able to cure Miss."
"But how will we tell who cured the young lady?"
He looked at Zhuo Yang with a sinister gaze and then let out a cold laugh.
Zhuo Yang said calmly, "Everyone can see at a glance whose credit it is after we each used our own methods!"
Wu Xuan hadn't expected Zhuo Yang to be so confident. After thinking it over, he immediately agreed: "Okay, let's do it that way, but I have one condition!"
"Please speak," Zhuo Yang nodded in response.
"Whoever can cure Miss Dongfang will naturally receive a bonus of ten million." Wu Xuan licked his lips and grinned menacingly. "The one who can't cure Miss Dongfang will crawl from here to the front gate, barking like a dog with every step."
"Do you dare to agree?"
Zhuo Yang shrugged: "No problem."
Wu Xuan was surprised that Zhuo Yang agreed so readily, and for a moment he was a little apprehensive: Could this kid have real skills?
Before he could change his mind, the old butler, worried about the young lady's illness, hurriedly ran upstairs.
Seeing this, Wu Xuan snorted heavily at Zhuo Yang: "Kid, remember to respect your seniors. The martial world is vast, yet also small. Who knows, we might meet again someday!"
Zhuo Yang smiled and nodded in response, completely ignoring the other party's threat. He thought to himself: The old Taoist priest is probably over fifty years old, but he only has a tiny bit of internal strength and hasn't even cultivated true essence. How dare he call himself a senior with such a level? Are all cultivators on Earth this bad?
About five minutes later, the old butler, along with several strong servants, carried a large bed downstairs.
The moment the large bed hit the ground, a group of people swarmed around it. The old butler was startled and desperately stood guard by the bed until…
With a loud crack, everyone was startled.
Zhuo Yang looked in the direction of the sound and saw two people standing on the stairs.
A man in his forties, dressed in a suit, with a haggard yet still very serious face, leaning on a cane, exuded an extraordinary air; he must be Dongfang Jiye, the richest man in Lingzhou.
The other was a young woman dressed in a black leather jacket, her stunning figure on full display. She was young, probably in her early twenties, tall and slender, more than half a head taller than Dongfang Jiye. She held a silver pistol pointed at the ceiling, the muzzle still smoking.
"Ahem." The middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "You are all my guests, Dongfang Jiye. Surrounding my daughter like this is probably against the proper etiquette of a guest, isn't it?"
Everyone looked a little embarrassed, but no one wanted to give way, after all, a bonus of ten million was no small sum.
However, when the tall girl lowered the gun, the group scattered suddenly, as if they weren't the ones who had surrounded the bed.
"Which one of you is Mr. Zhuo Yang?" Dongfang Jiye's cold gaze swept over the crowd, his brows furrowing.
Zhuo Yang walked slowly out of the crowd, a peaceful smile still on his face.
Dongfang Jiye's eyebrows twitched immediately at Zhuo Yang's unusual attire. However, there were few normal people present. There was a monk carrying a wine bottle, a Taoist eating meat, and a guy who looked like a beggar. There were even disciples of the Beggar Clan.
Dongfang Jiye glared at the old butler, clearly displeased with these "talented individuals." The guy who had just treated his daughter was a fraud and had already been thrown out of the second floor.
But in desperation, they tried anything. Neither Western nor traditional Chinese medicine could save their daughter, so they had no choice but to try these other doctors.
Dongfang Jiye whispered to the girl beside him, "Lingling, if you notice anything amiss later, act immediately!"
It was obvious that they didn't trust Zhuo Yang, after all, Zhuo Yang was also dressed strangely and was even younger.
Ling Ling nodded coldly, but her gaze remained fixed on Zhuo Yang.
Zhuo Yang nodded to her in greeting, but he could clearly sense a murderous intent in her, as if she had killed someone before.
"Why only look for this kid?" Wu Xuan angrily stepped out of the crowd and questioned, "Does Mr. Dongfang look down on us old folks?"
Dongfang Jiye was not afraid of these people, but since the invitation was in his own name, he couldn't afford to turn against them. So he said, "Since Daoist Wuxuan is willing, please treat my daughter first."
"What do you think?" Wu Xuan asked Zhuo Yang with a smug look on his face.
Zhuo Yang, however, did not take the bait. He gestured for the guest to enter and then said to the old butler, "You've been here for so long and there hasn't even been a drop of water. Is this how the Dongfang family treats its guests?"
The people around were all dumbfounded. Was this guy ignorant or fearless? He actually didn't give face to the famous Wu Xuan Daoist.