Chapter 107

"The fate fragment of Shi Xuan, and also the one belonging to Yao Jingwu—Xuan Zang, if you need it later, you can sell it." Before leaving, Kong Ming said.

Even in the martial arts legends, many people have fate, but fate fragments are still precious "hard currency."

Kong Ming still hopes for internal circulation, not wanting Tang Luo to let it leak out.

He clearly knows Tang Luo holds two fate fragments in his hand, which also counts as being somewhat wealthy.

Who would have thought, Tang Luo already "crunched" those two fate fragments.

Tang Luo naturally would not expose that he can eat fate fragments.

Even "open and aboveboard" is not so open and aboveboard—wolf entering sheep flock, sheep can't afford to provoke, wouldn't they still run?

Such necessary disguise definitely needs to be done.

"By the way." Kong Ming, walking to the elevator entrance, suddenly remembered something and said, "In the future, someone might invite you to join a team."

"Join a team?" Tang Luo asked, "What does that mean?"

"Team contract—once signed, it forms a fixed team to carry out missions together," Kong Ming said.

"Oh, so there are fixed teams after all." Tang Luo said.

As for fixed teams, he doesn't really care much—after all, he once made the vast sea seem like mere water.

The elevator door opened, Kong Ming entered and left.

Tang Luo put the prayer beads on his wrist; from today on, he officially belongs to the two major organizations.

Approaching science is bright, martial arts myth is relatively dark—perfect!

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"Master, do you think I can still be saved?"

"Let me see. Minor injury, can be saved." Tang Luo said.

"Then Master, what do you need?" The man before Tang Luo had a face as pale as a corpse, his breath extremely unstable, truly a severely wounded body.

"Just help me spread the word more—nothing else needed, you're too poor." Tang Luo said.

The person before him is a God-Demon Walker of Approaching Science, who suffered heavy injuries in the last mission, underwent slight wound treatment, returned to reality but hasn't recovered yet.

Thinking of how many people now talk about the "Enlightened Master Xuanzang," after contacting Tang Luo, he came with the mindset of treating a dead horse as if alive.

He's just a God-Demon Walker who has survived three missions, with no wound-healing items on him.

Tang Luo also couldn't be bothered to squeeze anything out of him; strictly speaking, this is Tang Luo's first customer since establishing the Enlightenment Society.

Reputation is still more important—early free service to hook people in is the basic routine.

When Tang Luo directly said to his face "you're too poor," the man didn't get angry—instead, he was overjoyed.

"You don't even want 'money'? What a good person!"

Raising his hand, a faint light rose, fell upon the man, after a moment Tang Luo lowered his hand: "Done."

"Thank you, Master, thank you, Master!" The man's gratitude at this moment absolutely came from the heart, even more sincere than a German BOY.

In just a few seconds, his injuries were healed.

Enlightenment Master Xuanzang—truly lives up to the name!

Most importantly, it's free!

In this cold society, in the cruel demon game, it's truly a breath of fresh air. In a world of rampant material desires, only Master Xuanzang still has some warmth.

"Go on, do more promotion." Tang Luo nodded, healing wounds and saving people, gaining merit power.

"Good, good." The man thanked him profusely.

In the following less than seven days, Tang Luo welcomed three more guests, all with hard-to-treat injuries.

After he successfully treated them, he gained merit power again.

After multiple advertisements, finally some effect showed.

Once the sales channel opens, later he can just wait for customers to come.

Tang Luo also considers whether to formalize the Enlightenment Society, after all, his home is his private space.

Tang Luo doesn't mind people knowing his address, but would opening a shop be better?

Future customers will surely increase—can't possibly have everyone come to his home for enlightenment, right?

Speaking of shops, Tang Luo suddenly remembered his own shop, with a few months left on the contract before it expires.

Why not just not renew it, and turn it into "Demon-Slaying and Blessing Society"?

"What is that shop currently selling, I recall it was a clothing store?" The contract was signed back in university, passed through the intermediate level—Tang Luo, though he stored the other party's contact info, never contacted them, and doesn't know what shop they rented, or what they opened—vaguely remembers it was a clothing store.

He belongs to the type of invisible landlord, definitely won't cause any trouble for tenants.

"Let's go check." Tang Luo took the Heavenly Roaring Dog and left home.

His property includes two shop fronts, and the second floor also belongs to him, usable as residence.

Standing at the shop entrance, Tang Luo stopped his steps, didn't immediately go in—his impression of the clothing store had turned into a women's underwear shop.

Could it have been sublet secondhand?

"Sir, are you buying clothes for your girlfriend?"

A white-haired handsome guy stood at the shop door, still quite eye-catching—Tang Luo hadn't even taken out his phone to find the contact.

Before he could, a salesgirl came out and asked, her eyes glancing over Tang Luo's face and shoulders, where the Heavenly Roaring Dog rested.

Cute little cat and handsome guy— which one to choose?

"No, I'm the landlord, come to find your boss." Tang Luo put his phone away.

"Huh?" The salesgirl froze for a moment—actually the landlord? Can I have it all? "You can come in and sit for a while, I'll go ask if that's okay?" she said with a bright smile.

"Good." Tang Chang Elder, having slaughtered seven times in and out of the Daughter's Country, could a mere underwear shop block his steps?

"That sir, will the little cat run around? Can I temporarily watch it for you?" First take the cat away—clever!

"No." Tang Luo said, the Heavenly Roaring Dog lay steady as Mount Tai on his shoulder, unmoving.

"Alright." The salesperson, somewhat disappointed, led Tang Luo to the resting area to sit down and even brought him a cup of water.

The Heavenly Hound jumped onto the table and lay down, wagging its tail, looking lazy.

Tang Luo picked up his phone, searched through his contacts, and found the number he had left back then, which read "Tenant Old Wang."

"...... How come I saved Old Wang." Tang Luo complained about his former self.

The Heavenly Hound, which had been lounging lazily on the table, suddenly stood up, looked to one side, its eyes gleaming, as if it had spotted prey.

Immediately, the sound of high heels stepping on the floor came, and a woman walked over and sat down in front of Tang Luo.

Wine-red long hair, sexy red lips, tall and alluring figure—at first glance, one couldn't help but think of the four words "person-between-exceptional-object."

Qin Menglan could be called a female bodhisattva, but this woman could only be called a female fairy.

And the Heavenly Hound, when this woman truly appeared, lay down again, looking like a harmless little cat to humans and beasts alike.

But Tang Luo could clearly feel the hunting desire stirring deep within her.

"Quite interesting." Tang Luo smiled slightly.

"Are you Mr. Tang?" The woman extended her hand, "My name is Xue Nianzhi."

"Hello, Miss Xue." Tang Luo reached out and lightly clasped hands, "I remember, the tenant back then was Mr. Wang, right?"

"That's right, but he later sublet it to me—didn't he tell you, Mr. Tang?" Xue Nianzhi said.

"No." Tang Luo said, "Forget it, this isn't important; the lease is about to expire."

"I'm planning to renew the lease—what do you think, Mr. Tang?" Xue Nianzhi said with a smile, also winking at Tang Luo, full of charm and electric allure.

Tang Luo lifted his teacup and took a sip: "How about not renewing it? I plan to use it myself."

"If it's a matter of price, we can discuss it." Xue Nianzhi said.

"It's not about price." Tang Luo continued sipping tea, "What's called a seller's market—this big shot's demeanor is exactly that."

"What is that?" Xue Nianzhi didn't get angry; instead, she rested her right hand on her cheek, elbow on the table, leaned in and whispered softly, "If it's about other aspects……then it's not impossible either."

Another hand, with fair and delicate fingers, moved like an elf, hovering near Tang Luo's left hand resting on the table—seeming as if a slight movement would make them touch.

But in reality, when Tang Luo moved his left hand slightly, he still couldn't reach hers, maintaining a delicate, safe distance.

Able to look but not to touch—deliberately making one want to rub it, yet unable to.

Like the Han Kingdom idol girl group showing thighs, or the dance female streamer's routine!

Others originally didn't want to, but eventually couldn't hold back, saying "I want——", only to have their mouths covered at the crucial moment——no, you don't want to.

Shameless, exhausting heavenly conscience!

How could Elder Tang tolerate such a thing happening?

He put down his teacup, grabbed with his left hand, seized Xue Nianzhi's hand, leaned close and said: "What aspect are you talking about, little fairy."

Xue Nianzhi's body stiffened, then she softly laughed in Tang Luo's ear: "Mr. Tang, you're overpraising me."

The landlord young man is so handsome, she also won't suffer a loss.

The salesperson beside them watched, feeling "painful to live," as the rich handsome guy was snatched by the boss—this is already the how manyth time? I eat meat but don't even get a sip of soup, boss, you're not human!

"Overpraising? I haven't overpraised." Tang Luo continued speaking.

Xue Nianzhi's smile stiffened slightly, she forcibly pulled her hand back, sat upright and said: "Alright, Mr. Tang, what do you need to agree to renew the lease to me?"

"This isn't the place to talk." Tang Luo said while stroking the Heavenly Hound's head.

"Then let's go upstairs—above is my private lounge." Xue Nianzhi said.

Half of the second floor is still the underwear shop, the other half has been converted into Xue Nianzhi's office plus private lounge.

Tang Luo stood up, the Heavenly Hound leapt up and jumped onto Tang Luo's shoulder.

That agile appearance made Xue Nianzhi glance at it twice more, though she showed no courtesy whatsoever to the Heavenly Hound.

Tang Luo walked ahead, dragon-striding tiger-stepping, with the air of "I am the master," transforming from an invisible landlord into a troublesome bad landlord.

Xue Nianzhi walked behind like a little wife, lagging several meters behind.

The salesgirl grabbed her and whispered: "Boss, this is already the how manyth time—can't you leave us some? Or how about the handsome guy for you, and the kitten for me?"

"Stop being infatuated." Xue Nianzhi tapped the little girl's forehead, "Men aren't a single good thing—last time's Li Gongzi was what kind of character, you forgot—if it weren't for me saving you, you'd have been stripped clean by others long ago."

"This time is different—he brought a cat; loving cats makes one a good person."

"Go away, go away—if you dare to chatter again, this month's salary is gone."

Between money and handsome guys, the salesgirl decisively chose money.