When I first entered high school, the system insisted that I was destined to be an emperor in my lat

Upon hearing this, both Xiao Wan Ning and Xiao Xing Ye trembled with anger, but it was indeed their Xiao family that was at fault first.

"Brother Feng!"

"I apologize to you!"

Xiao Xingye said with red eyes.

He immediately transferred all the 600,000 yuan he had just earned to Jiang Feng.

"Brother Jiang Feng, please don't refuse. This money was earned thanks to you."

"I will remember your life-saving grace for the rest of my life."

"My dad... he's old and confused. I admire you from the bottom of my heart, Brother Feng!"

Mo Nianchu snorted coldly, ignoring the two of them, and instead stared intently at Jiang Feng.

"How is it?"

"Jiang Feng, sign a contract with the Mo family!"

Jiang Feng remained calm, showing no excitement at receiving 120 million yuan in funding each month.

He knew that some martial arts families and conglomerates would sign contracts to train young martial artists, spending money to help them grow up quickly.

But this is not a free lunch.

Once you sign a contract, it means you're bound to this power for life.

He has to do whatever the Mo family wants him to do!

Freedom has almost disappeared.

If the Mo family has a conflict with other forces, as a contracted martial artist, one must be at the forefront immediately.

In many conflicts between factions, each side sends out martial artists to engage in life-or-death arena battles.

The battle will not end until they die.

Whoever wins takes away more resources.

The market for medicinal pills in Linchuan City is now so fierce that people are practically fighting tooth and nail for them.

Huichuntang, Miaoyifang, Baicaotang, Suwenguan.

These four forces are bound to engage in a fierce battle.

The life-or-death arena battle is the way to determine who has the right to take over a larger market share.

If I were to sign a contract with the Mo family, I would probably have to represent them in the arena battles within a few days.

"hehe!"

Jiang Feng sneered inwardly.

Mo Nianchu probably wants to sign me to fight in the ring because I punched Wang Teng and showed amazing performance in actual combat!

One million two hundred thousand can buy a person's life.

That's absolutely ridiculous!

"I'm sorry, I refuse!"

To everyone's surprise, Jiang Feng rejected Mo Nianchu's suggestion without hesitation.

Xiao Wanning and Xiao Xingye immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Their biggest fear is that Jiang Feng will sign a contract with the Mo family, which would turn the two sides into enemies.

Tie Qingshan glanced at Jiang Feng again.

This kid's got something.

If it were someone else their age, they wouldn't have refused so decisively.

After all, a monthly subsidy of 120 million would be fiercely contested by many third-rank martial artists.

"What did you say?!"

Mo Nianchu's face immediately turned extremely ugly.

She didn't expect that Jiang Feng would actually reject her suggestion.

What right does a peasant like me have?!

She's a chaebol heiress!

The fact that he personally extended an invitation already shows Jiang Fengtian a great deal of respect.

And he actually dared to refuse!

Are you deaf?

"My brother Jiang Feng said he refused!"

Xiao Xingye immediately stepped forward and spoke.

"right!"

"What are you pretending for, woman!"

"I, Jiang Feng, simply refuse to sign a contract with you!"

Su Qianqian puffed out her chest and said with a proud expression.

Shen Weilan stared at Mo Nianchu, her brows furrowed slightly, a strange feeling stirring within her.

Why does this woman feel so familiar?

I feel like I've seen it somewhere before.

"snort!"

"Jiang Feng, have you thought this through?"

"Without the resources provided by our Mo family, you wouldn't have gone far on the path to the third rank!"

Mo Nianchu looked coldly at Jiang Feng and said.

Jiang Feng rolled his eyes.

This woman must be out of her mind.

He hadn't even broken through to the third rank yet, and he dared to threaten him.

Aren't you afraid of getting punched away like Wang Teng?!

"Nianchu, let's go."

"Go back and prepare well for next month's league match."

Tie Qingshan gave Jiang Feng a deep look, then turned and said.

Mo Nianchu angrily followed after him.

The two had just entered the elevator.

Tie Qingshan glanced at the blocked surveillance footage, frowned, and asked, "What's wrong with you today? Why are you so angry? This is unlike you."

Mo Nianchu resumed her aloof expression, the anger in her eyes vanished, replaced by extreme indifference.

"Those two idiots failed in the last operation."

"The organization asked me to find an opportunity to invite Jiang Feng to join."

Upon hearing this, Tie Qingshan's expression changed, and he frowned deeply.

"What were the organization thinking? Why would they invite an ordinary person to join?"

"If Jiang Feng joins the organization, what will his codename be?"

Mo Nianchu narrowed her eyes slightly, still recalling the scene of Jiang Feng punching Wang Teng away, and said calmly, "Ace of Spades."

"What?!"

Tie Qingshan trembled all over.

"Why should I?!"

Mo Nianchu looked at him coldly, releasing an aura of pressure approaching that of a fourth-rank expert. "You have a problem with the organization?!"

"without……"

Tie Qingshan shut his mouth.

"However, Jiang Feng's refusal was within my expectations."

"But I believe he will eventually join our organization."

"After all, someone from an ordinary background simply cannot succeed on the path of martial arts!"

……

Next, Wang Ye helped Su Qianqian obtain the first-class certification.

After a simple test of her blood and qi levels, and once she met the requirements, he handed the little girl a bronze badge representing a first-rank martial artist.

Upon learning that a first-rank martial artist could receive a monthly stipend of 10,000 yuan, Su Qianqian couldn't stop smiling.

At the entrance of the Wushu Association.

Xiao Wanning and Xiao Xingye received a phone call from their father urging them to hurry home.

Su Qianqian and Shen Weilan were preparing to go shopping.

Both of them had made some money and wanted to buy some clothes.

Jiang Feng knew that accompanying a girl shopping would take at least three hours, and there was no guarantee that they would buy anything. In addition, he had other tasks to complete that day, so he declined to go with the two of them.

After parting ways, he took a taxi directly to the largest medicinal herb market in Linchuan City.

He took half of what Mo Nianchu said to heart.

That is the cultivation of martial artists; the further one progresses, the more resources are needed!

Money may not be everything, but it is absolutely essential.

He simply couldn't afford a Grade 3 Transformation Pill that cost 300,000 yuan.

Although he had a total of 120 million in assets, he could only afford four Huafu Pills.

His cultivation consumes far more energy than that of ordinary people.

Taking one Huafu Dan a day is normal.

Moreover, it is essential to purchase pills of perfect quality that are free from any erysipelas.

If he had bought ordinary quality Huafu Dan and consumed so many pills, the toxicity from the pills alone would have left him with serious aftereffects.

Now, his goal is very clear!

That is, making money!

He possesses a modified version of the [Golden Body Tempering Medicinal Bath Powder] formula from a ninth-grade medicine emperor!

This is a money tree that can help him accumulate wealth quickly!