Bearing the blue sky

Chapter 292 Big Monster

Human life is full of suffering, but this place is full of joy.

When Zhu Ge uttered those six words, her tone was calm, but her heart was stirred.

He thought of Ah Xiu, Jiang Cheng, and the farmers outside Xianyang who toiled in the fields.

They work hard all year round, but after paying taxes, they have very little grain left, and they can't even afford a full meal.

In the private room of this teahouse, a table of food and wine is enough for an ordinary person to eat for a lifetime, and a single jade bead is enough for an ordinary person to spend for ten lifetimes.

Human life is full of suffering, but this place is full of joy.

Six words encapsulate the vast disparity in the world.

"Young friend, you are right." Jiang Fushen nodded in agreement, picked up his wine cup, and drank another cup: "Life is full of suffering, but here we are full of joy. That's why I want to enjoy this joy to the fullest."

"Life is too short to enjoy it while you can, why wait until you're dead? Haha!"

Zhu Ge remained silent.

He didn't know what to say.

Jiang Fu was telling the truth, but the truth is not necessarily a good thing.

"Young friend, you are still young and don't understand." Seeing that Zhu Ge was not speaking, Jiang Fu assumed that he was thinking and continued, "When you live to my age, you will understand that fame and fortune, benevolence and morality are all empty."

"Only happiness is real."

"Senior should enjoy himself." Zhu Ge raised his wine glass and clinked it against Jiang Fu's.

"Haha." Jiang Fu laughed and poured Zhu Ge another cup of wine: "Come on, have another drink."

Zhu Ge did not refuse; he raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp.

The mellow aroma of Fu tea wine lingers on the lips and teeth, while the smiles of the dancers flicker before the eyes.

He felt himself floating up again, floating to the clouds.

There, there is no suffering, no sorrow, only joy.

Endless joy.

But he knew in his heart that this happiness was fake.

It was built with wine and dance, and bought with money.

When the alcohol wears off, the dancing stops, and the joy is gone.

All that's left is emptiness.

A nobleman!

Those who have already benefited!

Looking at Jiang Fu not far away, Zhu Ge felt a little emotional, but a thought that she had long held in her heart gradually began to emerge.

"Young friend, what do you think of this dance?" Jiang Fu asked.

"Very good," Zhu Ge said.

"Is it better than before?"

"That's fine."

Jiang Fu laughed heartily: "Young friend, you are a very honest person, I like you."

He then poured Zhu Ge another full glass of wine.

After seven rounds of drinks and five courses of food,

The dancers performed more than a dozen dances, and Zhu Ge drank more than a dozen cups of wine.

The aftereffects of the Fu tea wine were getting stronger and stronger, and Zhu Ge felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

"Young friend, are you sleepy?" Jiang Fu asked.

"A little," Zhu Ge said.

"Then go to sleep," Jiang Fu smiled. "I'll have someone arrange a room for you."

"No need," Zhu Ge shook his head. "This junior will return to the inn."

"Very well." Jiang Fu stood up. "I'll see you off."

"No need," Zhu Ge waved her hand politely, "I'll go by myself."

He stood up, his steps unsteady.

Liu Jianjian quickly supported him: "Master, are you alright?"

"It's nothing," Zhu Ge smiled. "I'm just a little lightheaded."

He left the private room, left the teahouse, and walked on the streets of Xianyang.

A night breeze caressed my face, carrying the dampness of the Wei River and the fragrance of locust blossoms.

Zhu Ge took a deep breath and felt a bit more awake.

"Master, what kind of wine did that old man offer you?" Liu Jianjian asked curiously.

"Fu tea wine," Zhu Ge said.

"Is it good?"

"It tastes good."

"Then why didn't you leave me some?"

Zhu Ge smiled: "I'll save some for you next time."

Liu Jianjian pouted: "I don't know when the next time will be."

Zhu Ge did not reply.

He looked up at the night sky.

The moon is round, and the stars are bright.

But how many people are suffering under this beautiful night sky?

he does not know.

But he knew that there were definitely many people like Jiang Fu who were addicted to wine, women, and pleasure.

He still has things to do.

There is still a lot to do.

"call----"

Back at the inn, Zhu Ge sat cross-legged on the bed, closed her eyes, and began to circulate her spiritual energy.

The potency of Fu tea wine gradually dissipates under the influence of refined culture.

His mind became clearer and his body became more relaxed.

"This jade bead is amazing."

Zhu Ge couldn't help but feel emotional.

That's really impressive.

Wasteful of resources, time and effort, and meticulous craftsmanship—can anything condensed in this way be simple?

But he was thinking—

How precious was a spirit-level item when he was penniless?

Putting everything else aside, the entire Jianshan Village was almost wiped out by a single Second Realm Bacteria God.

Although the final result will be about the same.

Such a level of power is only fit to be used by these powerful families to "kill the goose that lays the golden eggs".

Using a self-contained environment, food, water, and shelter are cultivated, and then two-realm clam maidens are mass-bred to extract jade beads.

Such jade beads have only one effect.

That's awesome.

To enjoy two hours of pleasure, how complicated are the procedures involved?

Spirit-level Florist, Yuan-level Forest Chief, Spirit-level Alchemist, Spirit-level Farmer, Spirit-level Herb Gatherer —

So many cultivators, all for the sake of the birth of the "Jade Bead".

Zhu Ge still remembers how many demons she killed to obtain a few bottles of body-refining ointments and pills when she first went to Jianshui City.

These elixirs and pills, however, had a very positive and far-reaching effect on his body refinement.

That's only at the Spirit level.

But what he crushed tonight was a Yuan-level jade bead.

A meta-level!

Jiang Fu actually gave three of these things to his family's younger generation every month?

How many descendants and nephews does Jiang Fu have?

How many families like the Jiang family are there on this land?

Although Jiang Fu's words were full of pride and self-satisfaction, he was showing off.

Although Jiang Fu invited him out of good intentions.

But in Zhu Ge's view, it was full of oppression, exploitation, and extraction.

Blood and tears.

What came to mind was the saying, "Behind the red gates, meat and wine go to waste, while on the road, frozen corpses lie."

If those who occupy most of the dynasty's resources could step forward, not to mention sharing their own resources, but just to contribute to the human race, Zhu Ge would not say anything.

The problem is that this has always been the pattern of these aristocratic families.

One person attains the Tao and the chicken and dog ascend to heaven.

Once one person stands on the high platform, a monopoly is established, and then a large amount of resources are used to cultivate one's own loyalists and close associates.

In the end, however, they cultivated a bunch of good-for-nothings.

He did nothing to ward off demons, ghosts, monsters, and gods, yet he enjoyed a life of luxury and wealth in private.

If humanity is to survive and stand at the pinnacle of the world, it cannot allow these parasites to continue to exist.

"Power—" Zhu Ge looked down at his fist.

No matter how you look at it, your fists aren't big enough.

"Continue cultivating, merge with your own realm!"

Unfortunately, everything comes at a price.

Although Zhu Ge had anticipated that Jiang Fu's banquet was for a specific purpose, she hadn't expected it to be this kind of purpose.

"You mean, you're at the Fusion Realm, yet you can't handle a powerful monster?"

Zhu Ge looked at Jiang Fu, who was drinking tea in front of her, and couldn't help but confirm it again.

Jiang Fu smiled slightly, stroked his beard, and said with a wry smile, "Although I am at the Fusion Realm, I suffered serious injuries in my early years, and my strength is..."