OMG! I Transmigrated into Four Books at the Same Time!
Chapter 140 - 134: The Tycoon’s Playstyle

Chapter 140: Chapter 134: The Tycoon’s Playstyle

During Shi Nian’s busy times.

Yun Jian stood expressionlessly in front of Feng Ying.

Feng Ying frowned slightly and also looked at him without any expression.

Both of these people were not particularly talkative.

Staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes for a long time, nobody said a word.

Feng Ying raised her eyebrows and suddenly understood.

Having heard that Yun Jian was a battle enthusiast, was he looking for a fight with her?

Feng Ying narrowed her eyes and said, "If you want to fight, then let’s fight. Follow me."

Fight?

Fight what?

Yun Jian was somewhat bewildered.

But...

Fighting with Feng Ying should be quite thrilling, right?

Yun Jian, silent, followed her.

The small town of Cloud City was currently almost entirely inhabited by cultivators.

And the majority of them were young and full of vigor.

With many young people comes a strong spirit.

To give these people a reason to fight, a regulated way to fight, a civilized way to fight, the town had built several "Triple Yes" platforms, specifically for civilized sparring.

Feng Ying led Yun Jian to one of the platforms.

She jumped directly onto it.

Yun Jian immediately followed.

The two belligerents, without a word, started fighting each other right away.

One of them was the leader of Emperor Extreme Sect, and the other had gained the Immortal Law, with swordsmanship that progressed leaps and bounds; for a time, they were evenly matched.

However, in the end, both did not use their trump cards and reached a draw by stopping at the initiated point.

Feng Ying looked at Yun Jian with a bit of seriousness: "You are not the leader of Divine Martial Sect?"

Yun Jian honestly replied: "The leader is my second senior brother; he is much stronger than I am."

The color of Feng Ying’s face subtly changed.

She and Yun Jian were only at a stalemate.

And he actually had a senior brother who was much better than him?

"Are you testing my cultivation on behalf of your senior brother?" Feng Ying said coldly: "There are still ten years until the grand competition, I won’t lose ten years from now."

"Oh." Yun Jian casually responded.

This matter, his second senior brother would handle it himself; it has nothing to do with him.

Yun Jian’s attitude was casual, but Feng Ying misunderstood and said coldly: "You don’t believe it?"

Yun Jian was somewhat perplexed: "Does it matter whether I believe it or not?"

Feng Ying stared at him for a while and then suddenly snorted coldly, turning to jump off the platform.

"Wait a moment." Yun Jian immediately followed.

"What else do you want?" Feng Ying was angry.

Yun Jian hesitated for a moment, then his face suddenly turned very red.

He... he had never approached someone this way before.

It was quite embarrassing.

"I... I..." Yun Jian stammered, his face red and unable to speak for a long time.

Feng Ying’s gaze changed as she watched him.

What’s the situation?

That expression...

Could it be, he was about to confess to her?

They had hardly met a few times, why would it come to this?

Moreover, she was dedicated to the Immortal Path and had never thought of finding a partner.

Forget it.

It’s better to be straightforward and reject him.

"Sorry, we are not suitable for each other." Feng Ying said.

Almost at the same time.

Yun Jian spoke: "Do you read storybooks?"

Feng Ying: "???"

Yun Jian: "???"

Yun Jian was puzzled for a while before he hesitantly said: "Do we need to be suitable for each other to read storybooks?"

Feng Ying’s face turned a slight red, and she coughed to cover up: "What storybook?"

Yun Jian immediately started to recite: "It’s about a storybook featuring a great female lead, a mortal woman who perseveres and cultivates her way to becoming an immortal!"

Feng Ying had no interest in storybooks, but the topic was somewhat appealing to her, and the previous little misunderstanding made her feel a bit embarrassed.

"Then give it to me, I’ll read it when I have time." Feng Ying said.

Yun Jian hurriedly handed over the storybook.

Feng Ying took it and hurried away.

Yun Jian couldn’t help but let out a long sigh of relief.

Then, he frowned again.

This task of promoting books for his junior sister is really too difficult.

Does he have to fight someone every time he recommends a book?

He actually likes fighting, so that’s no issue.

It’s just...

It’s somewhat exhausting after a while.

Yun Jian sighed and continued to look for his next target.

Shi Nian gave him a list, with different recommendations for different people based on their gender, preferences, and other data. He had to observe people before deciding what to recommend.

For Yun Jian, this was harder than fighting.

At this moment, Yun Jian saw a Sword Sect disciple; in this sect, all the disciples wield swords.

Yun Jian immediately approached and then started staring at the disciple.

Ten minutes later.

On the arena.

The Sword Sect disciple bowed: "As expected of the chief of the Divine Martial Sect, I admit defeat."

Yun Jian skillfully took out a storybook: "The Journey of Sword God’s Growth, it’s something you deserve to own."

Sword Sect disciple: "???"

As evening came.

Shi Nian, Yun Jian, and Lu Zhuoyan gathered in a room.

"How did it go, how many did you each sell?" Shi Nian asked.

"Five books," said Yun Jian, looking tired. After five fights, he was indeed a bit worn out.

Shi Nian was slightly proud, "I sold twenty books."

Then, Shi Nian turned to Lu Zhuoyan: "Junior uncle, what about you?"

Lu Zhuoyan said indifferently: "I don’t quite remember. Probably over a hundred books?"

Over a hundred books?

Such a shocking number suddenly came out.

Both Lu Zhuoyan and Yun Jian stared at him in amazement.

"Junior uncle, what method did you use!" Shi Nian couldn’t help but ask.

"Oh. I just set up a stall and charged one lower-grade Spirit Stone per book," Lu Zhuoyan explained.

Shi Nian was somewhat puzzled: "These storybooks can’t be eaten nor used for cultivation. Although one lower-grade Spirit Stone per book isn’t expensive, it’s not cheap either. Besides, you just casually set up a stall without any promotion, so how come so many people bought them?"

Lu Zhuoyan glanced at her, "Bought? I was giving them one lower-grade Spirit Stone for each book they took."

Shi Nian & Yun Jian: "..."

!!!

What kind of wealthy gameplay is this!

Shi Nian made a decision on the spot: "Junior uncle, from now on, we will all rely on you! We should make the reputation of Ling Tian Peak’s specialty known as soon as possible!"

This town is now gathering elite disciples from fifteen different sects.

If we can do business with them, after they return to their sects, they will spread the word to the other members.

Isn’t this how a business network is established!

Realizing Lu Zhuoyan’s financial capability, Shi Nian and Yun Jian happily decided to slack off. And Lu Zhuoyan silently took on everything.

That same night.

Ghost Hidden Sect.

A disciple was reading a storybook with red eyes.

It’s so bitter.

Too bitter.

The poor protagonist was schemed against from the very beginning, then managed to fight back on his own, only to have his beloved die.

The protagonist started on the journey to revive his wife, and the difficulties he faced brought the disciple to tears.

Just as the disciple was about to continue reading.

Suddenly, the sound of a door opening came.

The senior brother with whom he shared the room had returned.

The disciple hurriedly hid the book.

Senior Sister Shi had said that this book was only for a confidant. He couldn’t let others see it.

That senior brother also looked somewhat disturbed. After a brief conversation, they both went to bed.

In the middle of the night.

The disciple was hiding under the covers, secretly using the Lighting Technique to read the storybook.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the bed board.

The disciple was stunned for a moment. He peeked out from under the covers and saw that his senior brother, for some reason, had also hidden under his own covers.

The disciple hesitated, then lifted the blanket.

Each holding a book, the two brothers exchanged glances, dumbfounded.