"As expected of the latest Spirit Pill, one shot is far more effective than those crafted ones!"
After taking the shot, Lord Lü and Master Wang rushed outside their hideout to frantically hug trees, pushing and shoving the centuries-old trees with their bodies, causing them to tilt.
Lord Lü wiped his sweat, shrugged his old bones, and said to Master Wang:
"Whew... my bones feel nimble now. So, Brother Wang, I'll head back to the Taoist temple to bring my teacher here. Tomorrow night, let's return to discuss the new pill's way together."
"Alright, I need to prepare as well. The Fox Immortal has shown me this bright path; I can only repay with gold as a token of sincerity." Master Wang glanced at his flushed, swollen arm, made a fist at Lord Lü, and prepared to buy millions of gold in Chang'an City for the master.
The potion's potency is strong; one shot equals three ordinary treasures pills.
But what's truly valuable is not the pill itself, but how the Fox Immortal taught them that pills could be played with this way.
Oral consumption is indeed outdated; it's now progressed to subcutaneous or even intravenous self-injection.
Lord Lü and Master Wang exchanged fists, flew over the canteen, and reached the inner road. Lord Lü got into his Maybach, signaled the driver to drive away.
Master Wang called for a special vehicle and departed.
"...Bro, they've left. But fooling these old men like this isn't right, is it? They'll find out..."
Fat Cat, having seen off the two elders and hurriedly returned after volunteering at the School of Animal Science with Liu Lingyu, asked as he looked at Master Fuli enjoying breakfast at the table.
Master Fuli has no Spirit Pill, and being a lackey under the Security Bureau, Fat Cat knew very well.
Now hearing Master Fuli talk about planning a big meeting to fool cultivators, even intending to deceive Lord Lü's teacher, who is somewhat a co-founder of the Security Bureau.
"I'm not fooling them; I'm just helping the Security Bureau recruit some non-official members."
Ansheng was eating breakfast, looking at Fat Cat: "Actually, I've long felt it's strange. Cultivators and the Security Bureau should, in some ways, align, yet they know each other but remain parallel."
"Cultivators not even knowing about Spirit Beasts and Spiritual Particles is unreasonable. Those cultivators in the city are prominent businessmen or wealthy heirs, with vast networks..."
"But after seeing Xiaolu and learning of his teacher's existence, I think I've found the answer."
Master Fuli, munching on buns, shared the information he had just gathered.
The existence of cultivators seems excluded from the environment related to Spiritual Particles, always unaware as if truly isolated.
And the Security Bureau apparently intended to develop cultivators into non-official members, but an invisible barrier separated the two.
And today....
Ansheng felt he touched the truth; the barrier indeed exists, likely Lord Lü's teacher, that invincible old master.
"Really... that's possible?" Fat Cat, showing a confused expression on his cheeks, scratched his head and said:
"I see them as struggling! They're still riding bicycles to work at the school well past retirement age."
Though cultivators are strong, in Fat Cat's eyes, they appear ordinary, each seeming like one fall would spell their end, yet they must work at Xiqi Campus to earn money, quite pitiful.
Fat Cat even suspected they had no pension, wanting to help them apply for welfare.
"...You can try applying for them. If you get it, it should be your turn for a promotion." Ansheng looked at Fat Cat, speechless:
"You go help clear the venue. Tomorrow night, we'll dine with the cultivators, you'll surely be shocked."
What mushrooms have you eaten to hallucinate cultivators' poverty?
The scene of them lavishly spending on purchasing Spiritual Particle Plants is something you haven't witnessed.
"By the way..."
After ridiculing Fat Cat's illusion, Ansheng looked toward Jellyfish Lady in the fish tank and said: "Miss Chatterbox, you performed very well today..."
"I thought you'd jump out to mock those rural cultivators. I even prepared to kick you."
"Hm?" Jellyfish Lady was taken aback, showing a hint of embarrassment on her face, and shrank her head into the fish tank.
Master Fuli was spot-on; seeing him pull out the Spiritual Particle Potion to fool the old men...
Jellyfish Lady Feina actually had thoughts of sneering at the cultivators' ignorance.
But she remembered the tank's filth, and with the butler not around, she can only deal with the mess first.
Whether to have fun at the moment or to sleep well tonight, she made her choice clearly.
"After you clean the tea room, I'll privately transfer 10k to you, introduce you to an opportunity..."
"Though it won't clear your debt, at least you'll be able to hail a rideshare car." Ansheng said with a smile.
It's rare when this heedless young lady shows any humanity, worthy of encouragement.
"Really? Godfather? The 10k for buying me clothes for the bedroom?"
"......."
Taking back previous words, though she's slightly more humane, her essence is still filled with "rogue" mindset. Ansheng's eye twitched slightly looking at Jellyfish Lady.
......
With Master Fuli's meeting with Lord Lü settled, the date for the cultivators' first tribute to Master Fuli was set—tomorrow, November 12th, 2024, in the evening.
Fat Cat started helping to arrange, leading the cats to the ecological base and pulling the old cattle to set up the venue for Master Fuli's scam.
"Hush, hush! Don't speak; Ah Qing is back. We can't talk about these things....."
At dusk, the news about Master Fuli taking apprentices and hosting a grand feast spread throughout Qinling.
Two doggies strolling in the canteen, prepared for begging, exchanged information, but on seeing students returning from the agriculture class, immediately silenced themselves.
"..."
Momo from the Environment class stood at the checkout with a shopping basket, facial expression odd, as they poked their ear not so gracefully.
"Fox Immortal's meeting....."
"Did the dogs eat mushrooms, or did I unknowingly consume some?"
The dialogue of the dogs, Momo could vaguely understand its meaning, but not clearly.
Momo, with a strange expression, squatted down, took two packs of sausages from the shelf, and handed them to the cashier.
"Gesturing noises..."
After finishing seasoning purchases, Momo sat on the bench in front of the supermarket, looked at the dogs, and made "gesturing noises," a universal language to play with dogs.
The dogs, hearing it, raised their heads confusedly, looking at Momo with a question mark.
Sis? What's up?
Didn't you see the bros are in stealth mode?
"Do you want sausages? Pure meat sausages." Momo looked at the two dogs and asked.
"Woof——"
The dogs jumped up, ran to sit half a meter from Momo's doorstep, showing decent manners, gazing eagerly at Momo.
Sis～this is good, really good.