CHAPTER 571: CHAPTER 581: COUNTING A BALL

Just as Yang Tianbao finished speaking, a series of exclamations erupted, everyone praising how wealthy Yang Tianbao was.

Fifty thousand taels of silver, isn’t really a lot. However, being able to deduct the expenses needed for cultivation and household expenses, and still save so much, is indeed not easy. For example, an ordinary Outer Disciple receives a monthly salary of one thousand silver taels.

Spend 600 taels on cultivation and 100 taels on family living expenses, and immediately only 300 taels are left.

Even if one saves for a year, they would only manage to save 3,600 taels.

And that’s assuming there are no unexpected expenses.

If one falls ill or encounters a mishap during cultivation, it’s very possible that all the money saved over a year could be spent all at once.

Getting medicine for treatment usually doesn’t cost much.

If during cultivation one injures their Divine Soul, or sword meridians or similar, the expenses can be frightening. Definitely, one would need to purchase specific Elixirs for healing. One thousand taels is just a conservative estimate.

Besides unexpected injuries, purchasing and repairing Divine Weapons, all belong to high expenses. Additionally, giving gifts to superiors is needed to gain promotions and heavy responsibilities.

Therefore, each Outer Disciple really doesn’t have it easy.

Yang Tianbao, as the Medicine Mountain Manager, has cultivated at Wan Jian Sect Main Lineage for many years, his family and servants are definitely not few.

His expenses each month are immense.

Being able to save over fifty thousand taels of silver, who knows how many years it took? At least more than twenty years.

Spending all saved silver freely provided instant gratification and won full face. However, the days ahead might not be so smooth.

Yang Tianbao currently is at the Late Stage Sword Saint cultivation, apparently aiming to break into the Sword God Realm.

For ordinary Late Stage Sword Saints, to strike at the Sword God Realm and to save expenses, they would opt to enter the Supreme Secret Room at the critical juncture. Three days is enough.

Right now, for the sake of winning an argument and suppressing Chu Feng, Yang Tianbao excessively rented two additional days.

This led him to also spend the twenty thousand taels that were prepared for other purposes, causing him acute heartache.

If he succeeds in advancing to the Sword God Realm, it would be worth it.

But if he fails, then it’s truly a huge loss.

"Damn, suppressing that jerk Chu Feng and letting out bad energy, spending an extra twenty thousand taels is worth it," consoled Yang Tianbao to himself.

He looked triumphantly towards Chu Feng, his nostrils flaring, looking disdainfully.

"Chu Feng, didn’t you just say that twenty-five thousand taels is practically nothing for you?"

"Let’s see whether you’re a mule or a horse, take it out for a walk. Don’t just talk the talk, let’s see some action!"

Yang Tianbao sneered, throwing a challenge to Chu Feng.

The others also looked at Chu Feng with schadenfreude. As far as onlookers are concerned, the bigger the commotion, the better.

"No need for a walk! A full bottle doesn’t clink, a half-empty one shakes!"

Chu Feng, wearing an indifferent smile, dismissed Yang Tianbao’s challenge without a care, still bearing that expression like he’s watching a clown performing.

"Dammit, this bastard is pulling that face again! Who does he think he is!"

Yang Tianbao felt incredibly irritated and angry upon seeing Chu Feng’s expression.

Before he could say another word, Chu Feng pulled out a stack of Gold notes from his robe.

"Slap!"

He slapped them directly on the table before Manager Wu "A total of one hundred thousand taels, if not enough, I’ll add more!" Chu Feng aimed to break through to the Sword Saint Realm, probably ten days would be about right.

After all, he has been staying in the Supreme Secret Room to cultivate, which is more than twice as easy as outside.

"Wow... My Heavenly God, this is ten thousand taels of silver, and it’s all in Gold notes. In front of Chu Feng, Steward Yang Tianbao is really just half a bottle of water."

"No wonder he’s been swaying around, showing off everywhere. Indeed, he flaunts what he lacks!"

The comments of the onlookers immediately changed.

With each word pointed and barbed, Steward Yang Tianbao suffered a hundred thousand-fold blow, his face already dark enough to drip water, with veins bulging on his forehead.

What hurt most was his miserly heart.

He spent an extra twenty thousand taels of silver. If he could have crushed Chu Feng, it would have been worth it. Now, not only did he fail to step on Chu Feng, but he was also slapped in the face by Chu Feng.

It was equivalent to wasting twenty thousand taels of silver for nothing, and he was also ridiculed, becoming a laughingstock.

Steward Yang Tianbao was so furious he almost vomited blood.

"Before taking out twenty-five thousand taels, now taking out ten thousand taels, where does this young man surnamed Chu get so much silver?" Steward Yang Tianbao suspiciously wondered about the origin of Chu Feng’s silver.

"Substitute? The Secluded Holy Land never does credit business. You must provide sufficient collateral." Manager Wu sneered, declaring the rules here.

Although the Sect is not afraid of people reneging on debts, if everyone owes money, and there is a limited management staff in the Secluded Holy Land, they do not have the capacity to pursue debts.

Therefore, the safest method is to require you to provide sufficient collateral.

Silver notes, gold notes, Divine Weapons, treasures, all are acceptable.

"Then just put up fifty thousand taels for now!"

Chu Feng’s face was indifferent as he directly took out gold notes worth fifty thousand taels of silver and deposited them with Manager Wu, who also issued him a deposit receipt.

"This, this... another fifty thousand... My heavens, just how wealthy is this Chu Feng?"

"With such a fortune, Steward Yang Tianbao probably only deserves to carry his shoes!"

"If Chu Feng takes out another stack of silver notes, Steward Yang Tianbao probably wouldn’t even be fit to carry his shoes."

The crowd was so shocked their eyeballs nearly popped out.

They never imagined that Chu Feng, the newly promoted Medicine Mountain Manager, would be as rich as a nation, continuously shocking everyone with stack after stack of large silver notes.

Like tormenting a dog, he fiercely struck at their insecure and sensitive hearts.

Many people present balked at the price of a thousand taels of silver per day for an advanced level secret room. Chu Feng rented the Supreme Secret Room, and he rented it for at least ten days.

It’s truly death by comparison.

Probably only the elders of the Inner Sect and their offspring could possess such astonishing wealth.

"Oh, I know now, last time Chu Feng won against the son of Zong Ling, Jia Zhenjing, and made a total of five hundred thousand taels of silver!"

"Now taking out ten or twenty thousand taels, isn’t that just like playing for him?"

"Steward Yang Tianbao actually showed off his wealth in front of Chu Feng, totally humiliating himself."

The comments of the crowd also fell fully into the ears of Steward Yang Tianbao.

"Right, how could I forget about this? Ah, it really pains me, I regret it so much!" Yang Tianbao beat his chest and stamped his feet, finally understanding why Chu Feng was so wealthy.

But he probably could never have dreamed.

Chu Feng is richer than he imagined by a hundred times, a thousand times.

Because Chu Feng had taken the five hundred thousand taels he won, borrowed some more, and opened an Elixir Store in Vermilion Bird Imperial City. And in that prime location of Vermilion Bird Imperial City, he bought a large mansion.

Chu Feng’s current net worth, as well as his future earning ability, are enough to crush Yang Tianbao in an instant.