The fortune telling was so accurate that I accidentally accumulated a huge amount of merit!

Chapter 1293: They're going to charge admission!
When Mo Zhi looked at the cave again, her eyes were filled with deep fear. She had never imagined that she would fall here so many times.
It was only at this moment that she seemed to finally realize that what the master was about to do was far more dangerous than she had imagined.

Given her personality, she should have run away immediately in the face of such danger. However, Mo Zhi's legs didn't budge an inch.

The burning sensation in her hand was still there, but Mo Zhi didn't have time to check or treat it; her gaze quickly swept over her surroundings.

She almost collapsed just now, but was suddenly awakened by the burning sensation. This was definitely not a coincidence.

She had clearly scouted the area beforehand and there were no other living beings nearby...

After thinking for a moment, Mo Zhi cautiously probed, "I wonder which expert came to our rescue just now?"

At this moment, Mo Zhi was completely embodying the characteristics of a coward, showing no trace of the aura of a quasi-ghost emperor.

However, the only response Mo Zhi received was a gust of wind blowing from the cave entrance, and the faint sound of the wind whistling.

Mo Zhi waited patiently, but as time passed, she still didn't receive any response.

This feeling of not being able to perceive the other person's presence, yet being able to easily manipulate her, is truly unpleasant.

Mo Zhi couldn't help but purse her lips, but in the end, she didn't say anything and returned to the safe haven she had chosen to continue waiting.

Meanwhile, in Meicheng.

Long Ling stood on the roof of the stronghold courtyard with his arms crossed, watching the third wave of people who came to cause trouble, a hint of impatience already appearing in his eyes.

He wasn't a very patient person; even Yunran would get a few sarcastic remarks from him.

Now, faced with these people who are eager to cause trouble, he really wants to just kill them.

Ma San diligently began cleaning up the mess, and looking at the people who were squeezed together like sardines, he was no longer shocked as before.

Hearing those people trapped yet still shouting all sorts of threats, I felt no emotion whatsoever.

He even had a vague feeling that these people were really annoying, with no sense of propriety at all. Their commotion late into the night had left him no time to rest.

After tidying up, Ma San hurriedly and respectfully walked to Long Ling's side.

"Mr. Long, what do you think we should do with these people? Should we just throw them into the pond?"

The location of this stronghold is one of the best in Meicheng. What's even better is that there is a large artificial pond inside the stronghold.

Most of the people here are from the Xuanmen sect, and many are well-versed in feng shui. The pond is considered an important feng shui arrangement, serving to ward off misfortune and evil spirits.

Long Ling felt that these people had too much killing intent and evil aura, so he threw them into the pond to neutralize the evil.

Ma San didn't know if the malevolent aura emanating from these people had been dispelled, but it was certain that their dignity had been utterly crushed.

The pond has now trapped over a hundred people. Even though the artificial pond is quite large, it's still quite a sight to see over a hundred people thrown in.

Those people were completely helpless; they couldn't break the formation that trapped them, and they were all crammed together. It's easy to imagine how pathetic they would look.

What shattered their resolve was that the Dragon Spirit trapped them and threw them into the pond.

During the day, they deliberately opened the pond so that those who came to inquire about the situation could 'see' this strange sight.

Now, everyone in Meicheng knows that several gangs that claimed to never fail have been arrested and made a spectacle of themselves.

However, losing face and being killed isn't the worst part. Their current situation will soon become known throughout the world. At that time, their gang, and the forces behind them, will also suffer a loss of face.

What awaited them was a fate more painful than death.

Long Ling was very satisfied with the result he had brought about; he wanted everyone who had their eyes on Yun Ran to know one thing.

That is, if you provoke someone you shouldn't provoke, death is the most dignified and luxurious end.

"Throw these people back into the pond. The exhibition will continue tomorrow. Also, tell those who want to come and explore that we're starting to charge admission!"

At first, Long Ling really only wanted to strike at these people's spirit and Dao heart, destroy their willpower, which is why he treated them as exhibits.

But Long Ling clearly underestimated the situation; in ancient times, people had very few forms of entertainment.

This resulted in a situation where what was just a small spectacle attracted countless people to come and see.

If that stingy guy Yun Ran knew that he had wasted such a good opportunity to make money, he would probably be furious.

Upon hearing Long Ling's words, Ma San reflexively replied yes, but after the words went through his mind, he froze.

A glint of 'clear stupidity' still flickered in his eyes: "Entrance...ticket?"

It's no wonder Ma San was surprised; charging admission fees is usually something only done at gatherings or special business associations.

"Is there a problem?"

Long Ling immediately asked a question in a calm tone, but Ma Sanfen clearly heard another meaning in her words.

That is: if you can't even handle this little thing, you can just get out of here.

Ma San took a deep breath: "No problem, absolutely no problem. Leave this to me, you can rest assured."

After saying that, Ma San hurriedly left. It was almost dawn, and he had to hurry!
Long Ling's gaze fell once again on the group of people trapped today, her tone full of disdain.

"The quality of this batch is getting worse and worse. No wonder you're so late. If I wasn't afraid of damaging this Dream Mirror, I, the Dragon King, would have killed you all long ago!"

Long Ling waited for a while longer, wanting to see if there were any more people who wanted to come and die today.

As a result, by the time dawn broke, not a single ghost had been seen.

"Sigh, these people are really useless. It's been a day and two nights, and only this few people have come."

He had no idea that those forces eyeing Yun Ran's possessions could be so powerful.

The back door of the stronghold was already bustling with noise, clearly indicating that people from Meicheng who wanted to see something unusual had been waiting there for a long time.

This is exactly the same as the tourists in later generations who like to check in at popular tourist spots.

"I wonder if Yunran will think I'm a money-making genius after we made such a fortune from ticket sales!"

Long Ling didn't intend to get involved in the remaining trivial matters and turned around to go back to his own courtyard.

However, just as he turned around, Chi Yao quietly emerged from a corner.

Seeing Long Ling's retreating figure, he visibly breathed a sigh of relief: "Phew, if I didn't have a secret technique, this guy would have caught me red-handed."