Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 419 Poetry Commentary
Zhou Leng took out two bottles of crudely packaged beauty toner and handed them over, saying, "This stuff is packaged as something very high-end on Blue Star, and it's sold on street stalls in the Tree People World. After washing your face, just put a couple of drops on it and it'll be better than any other skincare product."

"I think I've heard of this before." Xu Qingjin was a girl after all, and she couldn't put down the skincare products from another world.

"It looks small, but it has a large capacity inside, enough to last you two or three years."

"Really?" Xu Qingjin looked at it over and over.

As Zhou Leng spoke, he handed over a piece of innate-level armor, which looked like a thin veil.

"This is a set of leather armor made by elves from the skin of giant insects. It's very thin, but it can easily withstand innate attacks. You can wear it under your clothes when you go out."

Xu Qingjin asked softly, "Isn't it too expensive?"

"It's valuable on Earth, but worthless in the Tree People world. I got it for free."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true." Zhou Leng told the truth. He had taken it for free from the Elf Vault. When he saw the armor, he thought it was thin and light, which was perfect for Xu Qingjin.

"Then...then I'll accept it." Xu Qingjin lowered her head slightly, turned to look at the flowers and plants by the roadside, her heart pounding.

Zhou Leng placed the sheer white leather armor into Xu Qingjin's hands.

Xu Qingjin gently stroked it, smiling sweetly.

"Let's go, I'll mail some things to Old Song and Zhang Xinglie first."

The two went to the Martial Arts Post Office first. Zhou Leng packed up some specialties of the Tree People World, such as ancient tree fossils, ant eggs, aphid honey, and elf weapons, and mailed them to Elder Song and Zhang Xinglie respectively.

I mailed some special products from the Treeman World to Zhao Nandi.

The two chatted and laughed as they entered the martial arts shop.

After Zhou Leng went inside, he realized that he had a lot of treasures on him, but no cash.

So, while Xu Qingjin was strolling around, he opened the Martial Arts City and checked the civil service contribution value.

The professional titles for civilian staff are still at the "Changjiang Scholar" stage.

His contribution value soared to over 600,000, which translates to 600 million in Longguo Yuan.

400 sets of Bone Forging Pills would cost a total of 12 billion.

Zhou Leng killed many demons along the way, as well as the wealth of that Grandmaster Black Dragon, so he went to the Martial Arts Bank where he could exchange otherworldly currency and kept rummaging through his Demon Spirit Bag.

The currency of demons, the currency of dragons, the currency of giants, the currency of orcs, the currency of sirens, the currency of dwarves...

There are a lot of them.

Xu Qingjin had never seen so much otherworldly currency before. She would occasionally hold it in her hand and examine it closely. Zhou Leng simply gave her some as small gifts.

Even though the employees of the Martial Arts Bank were well-informed, they had never seen such a ruthless person.

The bank verified Zhou Leng's identity and discovered that he was a major in the Martial Arts Brigade and a high-level client. They immediately dispatched a manager to receive him and carefully exchanged his documents.

Before even selling the treasures, they've already exchanged over 5 million, nearly 6 million, in currency alone.

Adding the money from before, they barely managed to scrape together 12 billion.

Zhou Leng thought to himself, "Slaying demons and monsters is still the most profitable thing."

The Xue family held a certain status in Rucheng. They worked hard, using all sorts of connections and favors to run their company and factory, but they couldn't earn this much even after ten years.

They are still being thought about.

Xu Qingjin looked blank. She knew that Zhou Leng would be very rich after advancing to the Innate Realm, but she had no idea he was this rich.

As the two walked out of the bank, Xu Qingjin shrank back and asked cautiously, "More than 5 million? Where did you get so much money?"

"I came across the corpse of a Grandmaster dragon that had died a violent death, picked up these things and ran away."

"There's too much money. I've never seen so much money before, not even online."

"This amount of money is simply not enough."

"What's not enough? Buy your life!"

Zhou Leng was amused by Xu Qingjin and said, "You'll find out soon enough."

When Zhou Leng purchased a total of four hundred doses of Bone Forging Pills from multiple merchants, Xu Qingjin fell silent.

"Now it's really gone." The 12 billion has been spent, and the account balance is empty.

"Is it really that expensive to start with this?" Xu Qingjin asked.

“You don’t have to spend money like this, but if you want to become a powerful Innate Realm cultivator, or even advance to Grandmaster or Martial Saint, you have no choice but to spend money this way. For martial artists, what can be solved with money is actually the easiest. What’s truly difficult can’t be bought with money,” Zhou Leng said.

Xu Qingjin sighed, "I suddenly realized that many innate masters look ordinary, but apart from living in nice places and not having luxury cars or luxuries, they spend all their money on things like this."

"Martial arts are the greatest luxury," Zhou Leng said.

"Yes."

Xu Qingjin glanced at Zhou Leng out of the corner of her eye, her feelings becoming complicated.

Even though they were childhood sweethearts, such a huge change and gap still shocked her.

She was just an ordinary girl.

Xu Qingjin was somewhat bewildered.

Zhou Leng took Xu Qingjin's hand, raised the magical wristwatch, and smiled, "Come on, let's take a group photo, cheese."

Xu Qingjin didn't expect Zhou Leng to take the photo, so she leaned her head towards Zhou Leng, forced a smile, and took a picture.

Zhou Lengyi glanced at it and said, "You're not smiling happily enough, take another picture."

The second one still didn't work.

Zhou Leng reached out and pressed Xu Qingjin's head against his chest, ignoring her struggles, and took a picture.

Clicking on the photo reveals Zhou Leng's bright smile and gleaming white teeth on the screen, while Xu Qingjin is pinned down, her hair disheveled, her expression panicked, and her face contorted.

"Delete it! Delete it now!" Xu Qingjin was going crazy; this was simply a dark history.

"This one is fine, it's good."

"No! I'll laugh! I'll laugh, okay?" Xu Qingjin had known Zhou Leng for many years and knew all too well Zhou Leng's methods, which were to force her to take the photos properly.

“I didn’t force you,” Zhou said with a cold smile.

"Yes!" Xu Qingjin gritted her teeth in hatred. Zhou Leng had been like this since he was a child. He was harmless most of the time, but when he really got bad, he was as bad as two people.

Xu Qingjin slowly tidied her hair and reapplied her lipstick.

Zhou Leng draped his left arm over Xu Qingjin's shoulder, the two of them touching heads and smiling as they took several photos.

Zhou Leng selected a photo and sent it to Xu Qingjin for her to edit. After editing, Zhou Leng put the photo away.

"I'll post it on my WeChat Moments after some time has passed and everything has been resolved."

Xu Qingjin's heart pounded, and the vague worries she had felt earlier slowly faded away.

"Mmm." She gripped Zhou Leng's hand and tightened it.

"I'll come to your house for dinner tonight, and I'll also bring some local specialties from Treeman World for Auntie," Zhou Leng said.

"Hmm." Xu Qingjin's expression was calm and composed, but her steps became unsteady, and she couldn't walk steadily no matter how she walked.

I feel a little dizzy, but my eyes are sparkling.

The two bought some things and went to Xu Qingjin's house together, where the family of three had dinner.

Mrs. Xu occasionally glanced at the two of them, smiling from time to time.

After sending Xu Qingjin back to school that evening, Zhou Leng began replying to messages from the others.

While scrolling through my WeChat Moments, I saw Xu Qingjin's new post.

I posted a picture of a heart-shaped white cloud in the sky.

The accompanying text reads: I like today's wind and today's clouds.

Zhou Leng gave it a thumbs up.

Then, Zhou Leng saw Tyrannical Blood's WeChat Moments. He didn't want to read those doggerel poems, but he was curious about Tyrannical Blood's current situation, so he clicked on it.

A picture of a mountain peak.

The next line of text.

I am the peak when I reach the top of the mountain.

Zhou Leng breathed a sigh of relief; at least it wasn't a doggerel.

Just as I breathed a sigh of relief, another video appeared in Tyrannical Blood's WeChat Moments.

In the video, a dozen or so grandmasters in front of them were running away with their heads in their hands.

Zhou Leng was both amused and exasperated. This tyrannical bloodline actually had the leisure to film videos while chasing down Grandmasters, which would infuriate those Grandmasters.

Below the video is Tyranny Blood's new work.

Grandmasters are like watermelons, sliced ​​in two with a single stroke. I am a hero, capable of slaying a whole bunch with a single blow.

Zhou Leng remained silent for a moment, then exited, pretending not to have seen the rhyme.

Suddenly, a message box popped up from the "Blood of Tyranny" message.

"What do you think of my new poem? Please give me your feedback."

Zhou Leng remained silent for a long time before replying, "I'll speak frankly, senior brother, please don't mind. Your skill level is somewhat inferior to Li Bai and Du Fu, and slightly less than Su Shi and Lu You. To say that every one of your poems is a masterpiece would be an exaggeration, but occasionally a few of them can rival Meng Haoran or Bai Juyi. In particular, your unique domineering style is enough to be compared with the poems of Huang Chao and Zhu Yuanzhang."

"Really?"

"Really. It's a pity you're in the Siren Kingdom. If you were in the Dragon Kingdom, you'd probably have a 'Tyrannical Blood Poetry Symposium' by now."

After Zhou Leng finished speaking, he realized that his conscience was completely tainted.

"Then why don't you like it?"

Zhou remained silent. Was this something a Grandmaster about to ascend to sainthood could say?
Where is the aura of a grandmaster? Where is the majesty of a martial saint?
Helplessly, I replied, "I probably don't have the habit of liking posts on WeChat Moments. I'll go like it now."

I sighed and liked the two latest posts from Tyrannical Blood on WeChat Moments.

After a while, Tyrannical Blood asked again, "You didn't like my other poems because they weren't good?"

"you……"

Suppressing his indignation, Zhou Leng liked each of Tyrannical Blood's posts on WeChat Moments in order.

Fortunately, Tyrannical Blood's Moments are only visible for the past six months, so even if he posts a lot during those six months, the number of posts will be limited.

Click repeatedly until the last image is visible after six months.

He breathed a long sigh of relief.

Upon refreshing, the visibility changed from visible for the past six months to visible for all.

"I……"

Zhou Leng continued to give a thumbs up.

I wish I could find a cheat code for getting likes.

I've given it thousands of likes, and I'm feeling dizzy and lightheaded.

The main problem is that those doggerel poems are so soul-crushing; it feels like all the poems I've memorized over the years have been ruined by this person.

My brain is like a piece of paper, rolled around in the washing machine three times.

After giving the last like, Zhou Leng breathed a sigh of relief.

Well, a few thousand likes for a portion of the wealth of a Grandmaster Black Dragon isn't a bad deal.

Shortly after, Tyrannical Blood replied, "I'm going back to the Siren World to advance to Martial Saint, and I might not be able to break through the barrier between the two worlds in the future. If you need anything, you can go to the Siren World to find Blood Navy."

"I wish my senior brother the best of luck in becoming a Martial Saint, unifying the sea monster world, suppressing all seas, and ascending to the stars."

"Next time we meet, I will assess your progress in martial arts. If you fail to meet the standard, I will punish you on behalf of my master."

"Yes."

Zhou Lengxin thought to himself that he would just close his WeChat Moments after a while, preferring to die rather than be tainted by your doggerel.

Suddenly, Zhou Leng had a flash of inspiration and asked, "Senior brother, do you have any extra battlefield shield tokens?"

"There really is one. I got it after killing a dragon. Do you want it?"

"Yes, I want to go to the Great Battlefield to find the Dragon Scale Vermilion Fruit."

"I'll have someone mail it to you, like Da Zhou Leng, right?"

"Yes, thank you, senior brother."

Zhou Leng thought for a moment and decided to keep his WeChat Moments open; a few more likes wouldn't make a difference.

Like this post, low investment, super high return.

(End of this chapter)