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Chapter 46: Immortal Cultivation Begins with Hydrology

Chapter 46: Chapter 46: Immortal Cultivation Begins with Hydrology

Wang Wu is just a mortal, unfamiliar with cultivation. But being the biggest book dealer in the Cyan Thorn, his insight and methods speak for themselves.

However, such methods are hardly worth mentioning in the eyes of the disciples of the Immortal Sect, especially those of the Great Immortal Sect.

Except Liu Lili, in almost everyone’s perception, thousands of golds in the mortal world are not as dazzling as a few Spirit Stones.

So Wang Wu could only wait, wait for the youth in front of him to speak to him,

because he knew he wasn’t qualified to discuss terms, and he didn’t know what terms to negotiate.

Zhang Ze wasn’t deliberately leaving Wang Wu hanging; he was just staring blankly at the system.

[Hidden task, unlocking Everlasting Fame]

[Pen name: Umbrella in Daylight, Not a Blade]

[Work: Taoist Path to Heaven]

[Renown: Moderately famous in Cyan Thorn.]

[Please expand your influence promptly and do not stop updating.]

[The task is a hidden reputation task, with unpredictable impacts on the Four Continents and key figures.]

[Current stage rewards have been issued.]

"Is this even possible?"

Zhang Ze just wanted to use the book for advertising, being a cliffhanger artist that lures Loose Cultivators to spend at the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion.

And also to entertain Sister Mei’er.

Unexpectedly, he uncovered a task.

Even filler content can be used in Immortal Cultivation; Zhang Ze felt invincible.

When Zhang Ze came to his senses, he realized Wang Wu was still bent forward standing before him.

Judging by Wang Wu’s trembling shoulders and shaking legs, Zhang Ze felt he wouldn’t hold up much longer.

Zhang Ze hurriedly supported Wang Wu, guided him to a guest seat in the private room, and handed him a cup of tea, saying.

"I have a major matter to discuss with you."

Upon hearing this, even Qiao Lezhi knew Zhang Ze was about to start deceiving people.

"Junior Brother is about to start conning people again." Qiao Lezhi transmitted to Chen Qin.

"Senior Brother is not conning people, he’s clearly being helpful." Chen Qin rebutted via transmission.

Zhang Ze ignored those two girls and continued speaking sincerely and earnestly to Wang Wu.

"Mr. Wang, you also don’t want to... cough."

"I mean, do you want to grow and strengthen, to shine again, letting Wang Family Bookstore walk out of Qin State, towards the Four Continents."

"I do, I mean, how the immortal instructs, I will do just that."

"Good, then I’ll tell you, in the first year, we’ll first swallow up the entire Cyan Thorn..."

Chen Qin heard this and couldn’t help but feel it was very familiar.

Although Wang Wu hadn’t turned into Wang Wu, like Chen Qin at her first time, he was utterly captivated.

Indulging in the beautiful illusion realm where every bookstore under heaven was named Wang.

But soon he woke up, seeing the little immortal in front of him finished speaking, he cautiously began talking about some of his thoughts.

"Immortal, there are still some small issues."

"Go ahead." Zhang Ze has always been open to suggestions from professionals.

"First, the masters employed by our bookstore have limited capability, such a large volume of books might be beyond our printing capacity. The timeline you gave is a bit tight..."

"That’s not a problem, I practice Immortal Cultivation, I’ll help you solve it."

Zhang Ze indeed had a solution, the Thousand Mechanism Cultivators in his family had accumulated thousands of blueprints over the years.

Though most seemed useless and actually were, but the idea was there.

Think creatively, inventing new things wouldn’t take long, like a magical printing press.

Of course, it’s the Immortal Cultivation edition.

A mechanized structure of a quick-take Taoist Technique array combined with worldly mechanical parts forms an Immortal printing press.

Mortal people can make the mechanical part, they only need to provide the array, and a simple array like this is as effortless as making a Grain Avoidance Pill.

Train a bit, let Wang Wu find some Qi Cultivation First-Layer folk from the Jianghu, he could produce them himself.

Listening to Zhang Ze’s explanation, Wang Wu felt relieved, and brought up the next issue.

"But there’s only one book, isn’t it..."

"You don’t need to worry about that, there will be as many as needed in the future." Zhang Ze interrupted Wang Wu’s doubts.

Anyway, he’s the only one on this track in this world, copying and stitching together, he can have as many as needed.

"What about the profit share..."

Zhang Ze waved his hand, "I, an Immortal Cultivator, have no use for your gold, it’s all yours."

Before Wang Wu could feel happy, Zhang Ze spoke again, "But I have two requirements."

"Every book must include my pen name, and the words Thousand Mechanism Pavilion."

"Secondly, I want to place advertisements on the first and last pages of the books."

"I won’t care about anything else; selling books, printing, and combating piracy are areas you’re better at."

After sending off Wang Wu, Zhang Ze had already started plotting the next bestseller in his mind.

He had to stop copying the big masters; something folksy was necessary.

Like.

The next book titled "Pure-hearted Dragon Consort Falls in Love with Me"

One main story with seven side stories, eight versions complementing each other’s settings, filled with noble family scandals, primordial battles, struggles between gods and demons, Jianghu grudges, ancient secrets, and ongoing human-beast relationships.

Add more eye-catching short trash writing.

"Shocking! Two mother bear monsters appeared on Black Wind Mountain, Loose Cultivators marched into the mountain to drive demons and haven’t returned!"

"Astounding! Cultivators disappeared at midnight, Fox Demon wailing at midnight, Giant Serpent and Dragon dancing in the sky, see..."

"Breaking news! The unavoidable story between Barbarians youth and inn widow!"

Perfect.

With the plan set, Zhang Ze turned around and asked, "Junior Sister, where do you want to go later?"

"Anywhere is fine, I’ll go wherever Senior Brother goes." Chen Qin replied with a smile.

"Senior Sister Qiao, you..."

"I don’t mind, Yawn~, I’m sleepy, push my wheelchair later, will you?"

Qiao Lezhi pulled her wheelchair from her Hundred Treasures Bag.

As Zhang Ze pushed the peacefully resting Qiao Lezhi about to leave the private room, the corridor downstairs suddenly erupted with buzzing voices.

Zhang Ze furrowed his brows.

A sense of unease gnawed at him.

He just intended to write trash to make money, and now trash came after him?

Hope it’s not another face-slapping villain scene, he’s witnessed plenty enough.

Yet, barking happens regardless of people’s will.

"Hey, heard the person writing books is upstairs, shall we go see them?"

"Yes, indeed.","Correct, correct, correct." barkings were followed by bootlickers’ echoes.

"Have you heard about Thousand Mechanism Pavilion? Probably just another workshop, right?"

The barking drew nearer, it seemed this group was indeed headed for their private room.

Chen Qin and Zhang Ze simultaneously wore expressions like they had stepped on dung.

Sure enough, the next second, their private room door was pushed open.

A little fat boy, one meter six tall, led the group, followed by five to six attendants and a middle-aged man at Foundation Establishment Peak.

He seemed like he was from a sect.

And the poor bookseller Wang Wu was being held by the middle-aged man, trembling like a sieve.

Senior Sister Qiao woke up briefly, realized that the strongest middle-aged man was merely at Foundation Establishment Peak, and went back to sleep.

Zhang Ze wasn’t planning to waste time with any pointless pretense.

He remained expressionless, hid his hands behind his back, pulling out a steel bar from his Hundred Treasures Bag.

As for Chen Qin, she had great wealth; a Talisman Sword glowing with a golden aura appeared behind her back, inhabited by two Low Tier Sword Spirits of the Golden Core Stage.

However, the trash event was suddenly interrupted by someone.

"Cough cough, heh, whose dog is barking here? Is there still justice?"

Zhang Ze felt a headache, never expecting such coincidence.