Not A Person Blinded By Money

"This is such a tragedy!"

Fang Zhou shook his head, then walked over to check on the demon fox.

The demon fox was already dead. Fang Zhou controlled Random Left Hand to pull out the horse penis. He felt it was a waste to throw it away, but keeping it seemed a bit revolting.

He carried the body of the demon fox back into the yard, tossed it on the ground, and then returned to Wang Minghong's room to light a candle with a flint.

[Successfully defeated the demon fox]

[Reward: Masculinity x4, Blue Card x1]

A blue card slowly rotated in Fang Zhou's mind.

This was the moment Fang Zhou had been looking forward to the most. The card-drawing game was really addictive; it was hard to stop playing.

"Only the European King can save people in distress. Appear, Golden Legend!" he chanted.

With these words, Fang Zhou's eyes sparkled, and he felt as if the luck of the entire world had descended upon him.

His consciousness focused on the card, and he chose to use it.

The blue card spun quickly, exploded in a flash of light, and turned into particles that formed into a fireball.

[Fireball Spell: Launches a fireball, causing explosion and burning effects]

It was another skill card, but Fang Zhou wasn't happy at all. He even rubbed his eyes, fearing he had seen incorrectly.

Fireball Spell, this was a classic, simple, and straightforward skill. In ancient times, it was a standard spell for every mage protagonist and one of the three basic skills a novice must learn.

Unfortunately, due to the advancement of the times and the change in aesthetic standards, the faithful Fireball Spell was eventually abandoned by gamers. It could now only occasionally appear in dusty corners of memory.

Fang Zhou never thought he would one day draw a Fireball spell. He didn't look down on it, but why couldn't he get a Enhanced Fireball spell instead?

Just one word difference, but why did it sound so much less impressive?

Regrettably, the system didn't allow refund. so Fang Zhou could only quietly put away the Fireball Spell. He decided to consider it a nostalgic collection. It was better than nothing, and he could use Masculinity to upgrade the skill. Maybe he could raise the prestige of the Fireball Spell in the future.

Ever since Fang Zhou entered, Wang Minghong had been secretly watching him. Seeing Fang Zhou in a daze for a long time, he couldn't help but ask, "Big Brother... what happened to that demon fox?"

Fang Zhou came back to his senses and replied, "Don't worry. I've already killed that demon fox. You're safe now."

Wang Minghong was slightly startled, and tears immediately flowed from his eyes.

"Why are you crying?" Fang Zhou asked, puzzled.

Could it be that he had fallen in love with the demon fox over time?

Then wouldn't I have broken up a couple?

Why did it feel so good?

Wang Minghong hurriedly wiped his tears, explaining, "No, I'm happy... I was scared all these days, tormented...sob...sob."

Wang Minghong couldn't help but cry again when he talked about the sad things. Perhaps it was because he had finally let go of the heavy burden in his heart; he even talked about the details that he hadn't wanted to say before.

"I originally thought that he was the destined partner. Only to find out he was a male, sob...sob..."

Wang Minghong mentioned the demon fox a few times before covering his face with both hands. Tears flowed out of his eyes. '...he's even bigger than mine.'"

Fang Zhou gasped, an image forming in his mind.

He shook his head quickly, scrambling the image in his mind. He couldn't afford to think about it any longer; otherwise, he wouldn't have an appetite tomorrow.

"You don't have to be afraid anymore. The demon fox is dead and won't hurt you again."

Wang Minghong was a pitiful victim. Fang Zhou comforted him and handed him the horse penis, saying, "This is a celestial beast's spiritual root, refined through secret methods. It can restore your vitality and strengthen your body. Take it and make a soup out of it."

Wang Minghong gratefully accepted the horse penis, hugging it to his chest, and looked at Fang Zhou, saying, "Thank you, big brother, you are a good person."

Receiving a 'good person card' from another man made Fang Zhou unsure whether to laugh or cry. He replied, "You're a good person too. Rest well and don't stay up late."

Wang Minghong nodded and lay down with the horse penis.

As Fang Zhou was leaving the room, he faintly heard Wang Minghong smacking his lips, saying, "Why does this celestial beast's spiritual root have a weird taste when I lick it?"

Fang Zhou quickly shut the door.

..

Ling Xiaoyue returned very quickly with four dead foxes in her hands.

Fang Zhou was surprised, "Why are there so many fox demons?"

He had intended to brag to Ling Xiaoyue about how he had singlehandedly killed a fox demon, but seeing Ling Xiaoyue's impressive results forced him to swallow his words.

"One big fox leading four small ones," she explained. Ling Xiaoyue threw the foxes on the ground, gathering them with the one Fang Zhou had killed into a fluffy pile.

Fang Zhou noticed that she had brought back only four and asked curiously, "Did one escape?"

"I intentionally let one go," Ling Xiaoyue replied. "There are surely a few more in the fox den. We can catch them all at once later."

She took a swig from her wine jug and patted Fang Zhou on the shoulder, "You did a good job, worthy of being my apprentice. I was actually thinking I might have to come back to save you."

Annoyed, Fang Zhou swatted her hand away, "If I weren't capable, I'd be dead by the time you got back."

"Hehe, don't be mad, my dear apprentice." Ling Xiaoyue cooed.

Perhaps because she had made some money, Ling Xiaoyue was in a good mood that night. She grinned at Fang Zhou and said, "If you have time tomorrow, I will teach you a Qi Gathering technique and some sword techniques, so you can have some self-defense skills."

A flicker of anticipation crossed Fang Zhou's mind, but he looked at her suspiciously, "How much will it cost?"

Ling Xiaoyue raised the wine jug as if to hit him and complained, "What's this about money? Do you think I'm the kind of person who is motivated by money?"

Fang Zhou dodged the wine jug and rolled his eyes at her, "Do you want the truth or a lie?"

Ling Xiaoyue put her hands on her hips, "I want to hear flattering words."

"In that case, none. Now get lost!"

..

The Daoist apprentice, limping and stumbling, made his way out of the Wang family residence and into the outside world.

He hadn't gone far when he saw another figure, also limping along the road. The other person saw him too.

"Master! What happened to you?" he exclaimed.

"My disciple! What happened to you?" the master replied.

Master Ji's nose was bruised, and his face was swollen like a pig's head, while the Daoist apprentice also looked terribly beaten.

The master and apprentice looked at each other and finally sighed together, "Ah, let's not talk about it!"

The Daoist apprentice pleaded, "Master, the Wang family is too scary. We mustn't go there again."

Master Ji deeply agreed, "I understand. Let's find another place. I don't believe we can't make a living in Qingde City."

Supporting each other, the master and apprentice slowly walked further down the road.

Unbeknownst to them, a demon fox flashed past, moving along the eaves of the houses lining the street.

Under the cover of night, the demon fox weaved through the streets and alleys until it finally arrived at a quiet garden.

With a flash of red light, the demon fox transformed into a beautiful middle-aged woman.

The woman's face was pale, and she had a deep wound on her shoulder. Blood stained her fox garments.

Stumbling out of the garden and into the courtyard, she finally collapsed and fell to the ground.

Soon after, the night patrol guards discovered her and quickly went to call for help. In a short while, a middle-aged man dressed in brocade robes hurried over.

"Madam Hu! What happened to you?"

The man quickly helped her up, and seeing she had returned alone, he asked in both shock and anger, "Madam Hu, where are the children?"

The woman burst into tears, crying, "The children won't be coming back. You must avenge them."

After listening to Madam Hu recount the events through her intermittent sobbing, the man's face darkened like stormy water, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

"Wang family! I will make you pay in blood for this debt!"

With that, he slammed his fist into the ground, shattering the thick floor beneath.