Chapter 1125: Wealthy and Generous

Upon hearing Chu Feng’s words, Shi Huang immediately became enraged. This rogue cultivator, a mere youth, was hitting him with a brick and threatening to rob him—it was an outrageous insult and utterly infuriating!

Even the hidden God King was momentarily speechless. How powerful the Shi family was! They had survived since the most ancient times, endured the most difficult eras, and lived through the Great Dark Period when cultivators were almost annihilated. Now, with their clan flourishing and prosperous, how could anyone dare to rob them?

Everyone else was also stunned, mouths agape, all looking at Chu Feng with expressions of shock.

The black-faced Ying Wudi, the pale-faced Buddhist Child, the ethereal Ying Zhexian, and the graceful girl resembling Lin Nuoyi — the entire group exchanged glances, utterly speechless.

This situation was rather preposterous: a young rogue cultivator openly robbing the Shi family’s young master and a God King in public.

"Young man, calm down. Be careful what you say, lest you invite trouble," the God King finally spoke again.

In response, Chu Feng immediately struck Shi Huang’s head again, making him see stars and causing blood to flow. Shi Huang was so enraged he wanted to stomp and curse, feeling utterly humiliated.

"Try threatening me again?" Chu Feng yelled at the God King, completely impolite and utterly fearless.

From a distance, the God King silently drew closer, his presence concealed. Though he longed to deliver a fatal blow to Chu Feng, he continued speaking, attempting to placate him.

"Young friend, your actions are truly disrespectful to the Shi family. I advise you to learn more about our clan. To progress far on the path of evolution, there are certain individuals, sects, and aristocratic families whom you must revere."

The God King’s tone was measured, tinged with self-assurance, betraying his deep confidence.

"Dare you threaten me again?!" Chu Feng retorted, fearless and defiant.

Moreover, he acted decisively. With a loud thud, he violently struck Shi Huang’s head, making Shi Huang almost want to cry. Instantly, his head was covered in blood, and he felt dizzy.

"Stop!" The God King roared, now drawing closer. However, seeing the middle-aged woman selling the Time Furnace looking his way, he felt a flicker of apprehension.

He reprimanded, "Young man, do not bring ruin upon yourself!"

"Thud!" Without a word, Chu Feng began to bash Shi Huang's head once more. It looked as if he might truly smash a large hole, splattering blood and creating a truly gruesome sight.

"Damn it, I can’t take this anymore! The God King threatened *you*, so why do you keep hitting *my* head? Go hit the God King!" Shi Huang cried out, filled with shame, pain, and frustration. His head felt like it was splitting, and he genuinely feared Chu Feng would smash it into a rotten watermelon.

"Fellow Daoist, actually... our Shi family also wishes to purchase the Meng Po Soup."

Finally, the God King ceased paying attention to Chu Feng and began negotiating with the organization's representative, looking directly at the middle-aged woman who sold the Time Furnace.

This was clearly a trump card, an attempt to use the organization to protect Shi Huang!

Chu Feng felt a chill. Was his opponent trying to pull the rug out from under him, leaving him without protection? Could Old Gu manage to break free? It seemed unlikely.

Gu Chenhai secretly transmitted a message: "Don't be afraid. This organization is quite scrupulous. They won't abandon a prior customer simply because another person wants to make a purchase."

What's more, the items this organization sold were extraordinarily expensive. Not just the Time Furnace, but even the Meng Po Soup came at a terrifying price—one liang of mother gold per bowl, which was truly exorbitant.

"Ahem!" Chu Feng spoke first: "Elder, don’t listen to his nonsense. He's merely running his mouth. He claims he wants to buy, but can he actually follow through? I doubt he carries any mother gold on him."

The God King, appearing as a martial-looking middle-aged man with flowing black hair, stated, "Young man, do not use your ignorance to gauge the depth of the Shi family. Mother gold is but a trifle; the Shi family can produce it. Purchasing Meng Po Soup is hardly an issue."

"Can you even speak like a human being?!" Chu Feng sneered, then proceeded to… beat Shi Huang’s head, making the latter tremble with rage, covered in blood, and on the verge of passing out.

Shi Huang wanted to resist and fight Chu Feng to the death, but upon seeing the brick in Chu Feng’s hand—a brick capable of effortlessly crushing even deities—he hesitated, his body stiffening.

Chu Feng then added, "Anyone can brag. If you're so bold, show me a few liang of mother gold."

The Shi family’s God King was momentarily speechless. Who carried mother gold around casually? That material was far too rare; not even a trace had been incorporated into his own secret treasures.

Such strategic materials were always melted down and integrated into the clan’s most vital armaments!

Chu Feng feigned disdain and said, "See? No mother gold, right? What Shi family? What immortal legacy? It's all just a pretense, nothing but empty boasts."

The Shi family’s God King’s face darkened. He said, "A mere rogue cultivator dares to boast so shamelessly. You keep claiming you want to buy Meng Po Soup; I'll wait and see how you manage that purchase! Do you even have the right to possess mother gold? If you cannot complete the transaction, you are simply defrauding and causing trouble, and I doubt this Fellow Daoist will overlook it!"

He looked at the middle-aged woman selling the Time Furnace, subtly reminding her that a wild cultivator like Chu Feng would be utterly incapable of payment and was merely making a scene.

The middle-aged woman looked at Chu Feng, her eyes clear and bright, her face showing a peculiar expression that held both inquiry and a hint of warning.

Seeing this, Chu Feng immediately thumped his chest and declared, "Buying Meng Po Soup is nothing. The Shi family is truly pathetic; they don’t even possess mother gold. They can’t compare to a rogue cultivator like me. Please, call me 'Divine Tycoon'—this young master is wealthy beyond measure."

"If you’re so brave, go buy it! What are you bragging about?!" Shi Huang couldn't help but retort.

The God King’s face also fell, and he glared intently at Chu Feng. This youth was truly courting death, repeatedly disrespecting the Shi family and causing them to lose face. He was clearly marked for merciless execution!

Chu Feng first once again smashed Shi Huang’s head until it was bloody and dazed, then, holding him captive, swaggered towards the stone arch bridge, ready to buy some soup.

He secretly asked, "Old Gu, I want to buy a bowl of soup, but I’m worried about what might happen if I drink it immediately. Is the soup this old woman sells trustworthy?"

Gu Chenhai replied, "Don’t worry, it’s absolutely reliable. The soup is pure and its medicinal effects are potent. The people who run this business guarantee their reputation."

Hearing this, Chu Feng instantly felt reassured.

"Madam, I’d like Meng Po Soup worth two liang of mother gold," Chu Feng announced.

Everyone present exchanged strange glances. This youth truly dared to speak so boldly—demanding Meng Po Soup worth two liang of mother gold, effectively two bowls?!

"What a joke! Do you even have it? I refuse to believe a wild cultivator can buy two bowls of such a rare tonic!" someone sneered.

Not only the Shi family but everyone else present found it preposterous. Even they couldn't afford such a luxury and couldn't produce mother gold, so how could a mere youth?

"Heh heh..." The Shi family’s God King sneered.

Peng Huang, the girl resembling Lin Nuoyi, the Buddhist Child, Phoenix Fairy, Zhong Xiu, Ying Zhexian, and other young cultivators were all astonished. Some had already drawn closer, wanting to observe firsthand how this young rogue cultivator would manage the situation.

"My apologies, I misspoke. I meant Meng Po Soup for two jin of Sky-gold Stone." Chu Feng then handed over two small pieces of Sky-gold Stone. The material was quite dense, so the pieces were small despite their weight.

He had inquired upon arriving there and learned that one jin of Sky-gold Stone would yield one bowl of Meng Po Soup.

Reflecting on it, Old Gu’s coffin was extraordinary—a massive fortune indeed. Old Gu had been a quintessential wealthy upstart back then.

The group was stunned: "This kid actually produced heavenly materials and earthly treasures?!"

Chu Feng grinned, first slapping Shi Huang across the face, then saying, "I may not have much else, but compared to the Shi family, this young master is simply overflowing with wealth."

He wasn't worried about being targeted either, as he intended to flee after his task here was complete. This was a one-time transaction.

This greatly displeased Old Gu, who found it utterly shameless for Chu Feng to so generously squander his coffin planks, being benevolent with someone else’s property.

Old Gu then watched eagerly, holding his breath. Since Chu Feng had successfully purchased two bowls instead of one, he figured he would get one.

However, what happened next nearly made him jump in fury!

Chu Feng kept one bowl for himself and handed the other directly to the Northeast Tiger.

The Northeast Tiger had remained silent, as Chu Feng had instructed. Since arriving, it hadn't uttered a single word, staying faithfully by his side.

"Brother, you’re truly generous!"

Now, the Northeast Tiger was overjoyed and finally couldn't help but speak, grinning widely and revealing a mouthful of pearly white teeth.

"Little thief, you took my coffin planks to buy Meng Po Soup, and in the end, I didn’t even get a single drop!" Old Gu gnashed his teeth, on the verge of erupting.

"Aren't you in the coffin? Fine, I'll buy you another bowl," he secretly replied.

Then, Chu Feng bought more soup, saying, "Madam, another jin of Sky-gold Stone’s Meng Po Soup, please."

The group was speechless, staring blankly.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, they watched as this prodigal simply poured out a bowl of the soup, using it to water his… broken brick.

"Shi family, what are you all staring at? We may not have much else, but we’re loaded! This is how we drink Meng Po Soup: buy two bowls, drink one, and pour one out!" Chu Feng boasted, swaggering.

The Shi family members were seething. They couldn't even produce heavenly materials like mother gold or Sky-gold Stone themselves, yet a mere rogue cultivator was flaunting such wealth so ostentatiously, leaving them utterly fuming and helpless.

In fact, Old Gu could consume it by having the Sky-gold Stone absorb the liquid, ensuring no medicinal properties were wasted, as his blood essence permeated even during ordinary times.

"Elder, do you accept IOUs?" Chu Feng quietly asked, discussing with the old woman selling the soup.

"Given your current good record, it can be considered. However, you yourself must purchase four bowls or more."

"Alright, no problem. One more bowl, that should be enough," Chu Feng said.

Then, Chu Feng looked at the Shi family’s God King and said, "Write me an IOU. Your family owes me six liang of mother gold."

"What do you mean?!" the Shi family’s God King demanded coldly.

"I’ve kidnapped your young master! Pay up, or I’ll chop him to death!" Chu Feng yelled.

Everyone was speechless. After going in circles and provoking for a long time, the situation had finally returned to a simple matter of robbery.

"This is extortion, provocation, and making an enemy of the Shi family!" the God King stated grimly.

"Exactly, you’re right," Chu Feng replied. "But there’s a precondition: you provoked me first and tried to kill me. This is the price you pay for running into a brick wall!" Chu Feng didn't want to waste any more words with him, delivering a final ultimatum: if they didn't pay, he would chop him.

The Shi family’s God King was enraged, while Shi Huang felt a profound unease in his heart. He gravely sensed the threat of death, realizing that the youth wasn't just making idle threats—he genuinely intended to kill him with that so-called "brick heaven-overturning seal"!

"Very well, our Shi family concedes. But I can only write you an IOU for five liang of mother gold!"

"Deal! Write it!" Chu Feng agreed readily, adding, "Pretty generous of me, right? I’m not even haggling with you."

"You little brute!" The Shi family’s God King desperately wanted to utter these words, but he ultimately restrained himself. His lips trembled, and his face turned ashen, looking utterly wretched.

"Madam, will your organization accept this IOU?" Chu Feng asked.

"No problem. The Shi family is quite reputable, so we can accept it."

The Shi family’s God King fumed inwardly. "Reputable, my foot! It's just that your organization is too powerful to fear anyone reneging on a debt."

The old woman standing on the stone arch bridge frowned. "I apologize, but we only have a total of eight bowls of Meng Po Soup. You've already purchased half, leaving four bowls. Your IOU covers the remaining one liang of mother gold."

Upon hearing this, Chu Feng asked, "Are there any other items? I'd like to purchase some."

"Yes, there are. Apart from the Time Furnace, you may choose one other item," the middle-aged woman nearby said, a rare smile gracing her face, no longer aloof. They particularly favored buyers like Chu Feng.

Chu Feng was delighted. "Wonderful! I was just missing an item retrieved from the Heavenly Immortal Waterfall. Now I can complete the set, which will allow me to enter the waterfall for secluded cultivation."

He had already heard from Old Gu that cultivating within the waterfall while holding an item that had been impacted by it would yield twice the results with miraculous effects.

The girl resembling Lin Nuoyi, the Buddhist Child, Phoenix Fairy, Zhong Xiu, Ying Zhexian, and the others were all quite speechless. What was happening here was truly outlandish.

Who was this young man? Where did he come from? Many wanted to know!