Chapter 81: So Angry That I Lost My Mind (Monthly Ticket +1)

"Alright."

"Thank you, Teacher."

"Why do you call me Teacher one moment and Uncle the next?"

"I play it by ear; I call you whatever I feel like."

"Have you had lunch?"

"Not yet."

"Let's go! Hot pot mutton!"

"Hehehe..."

This was Chen Shu's purpose for coming to find him at noon.

It wasn't some money-saving trick; it was mainly because Teacher Shi Qian was getting on in years yet remained single. With such a high monthly salary and the extra projects he took on, he had no place to spend all that money, which was quite stressful. Chen Shu wanted to help him alleviate some of his financial burden.

After eating his fill, Chen Shu returned to the Dormitory with a toothpick in his mouth. He lay on the sofa for a while, and once he had rested enough, he walked into his room with a heavy sigh.

He turned on the computer.

He inserted the Crystal Disk and found the "Absolute Spiritual Perception" that Teacher Shi Qian had given him.

The functionality of this Spell was still quite powerful; although it was a version from over twenty years ago, it seemed only one generation had been updated since then.

With the help of this Spell, a Cultivator could perceive Spirit Power attacks and high-speed objects heading toward them. Beyond that, it could also identify changes in the surrounding Spirit Power fields and most toxins with common properties, and it could identify special Spirit Power fluctuations when certain Spells or Runes were activated... Its powerful functions made Spirit Cultivators who had solidified this Spell exceptionally formidable.

If one were to compare ancient Spirit Cultivators to a spell-based offensive and defensive position, modern military Spirit Cultivators had already been equipped with intelligent offensive and defensive systems.

And both their offense and defense were stronger than in ancient times.

"Sigh..."

Chen Shu sighed again, his expression weary, as if doing anything was exhausting.

Perhaps it was because he had just eaten?

"Buzz, buzz."

A message came into the Ancient Cultivation Group.

Chen Shu was instantly energized!

Just Call Me Luo Huaian: Does anyone here have an in-depth understanding of the Mengyue Sect? I always feel they aren't as simple as they appear on the surface.

Just Call Me Luo Huaian: I can pay.

Just Call Me Luo Huaian: Does the Group Owner have any knowledge?

Haoran Zhengqi: Ask them first.

Qingcai Keke: I know, I know!

Qingcai Keke: 300 yuan.

Just Call Me Luo Huaian: Agreed.

Just then, another message was sent out.

Grandma Always Says: I have it too! 200!

Just Call Me Luo Huaian:...

Just Call Me Luo Huaian: This...

As soon as Chen Shu saw this message, he couldn't help but throw his head back and laugh. It wasn't hard to guess why Qingqing's roommate was doing this.

Getting angry is good; the angrier you get, the happier I am.

But when typing, Chen Shu feigned grievance—

Qingcai Keke: Grandma Senior Brother, how could you be like this? I was here first, eh /grievance

Grandma Senior Brother: That's right, you were here first!

Grandma Senior Brother: You were the one who started being unrighteous first!

Qingcai Keke: Group Owner, look at him @Haoran Zhengqi

Haoran Zhengqi: /eating melon seeds

Grandma Always Says: He's just a power-tripping dog; he only ignores you when there's drama to watch.

Qingcai Keke: Group Owner, he's insulting you, why don't you mute him?

Haoran Zhengqi: /eating melon seeds

Qingcai Keke: Senior Brother Luo, who do you choose?

Just Call Me Luo Huaian: It makes no difference to me.

Grandma Always Says: You can scream until your throat breaks and no one will pay you any mind.

Qingcai Keke: Then what should we do now? /grievance

Grandma Always Says: Let's hold a bidding war.

Qingcai Keke: Then I'll go with 150.

Grandma Always Says: 100.

Qingcai Keke: Although I am gentle and cute, I also have a temper. I'm going to lock horns with you today. I'm not doing this for the money, but for the principle. 50.

Grandma Always Says: I don't want the money.

Grandma Always Says: I just won't let you earn your living expenses!

Grandma Always Says: /smug

Qingcai Keke: Hahaha, Senior Brother Luo, I told you! He's currently in a fit of rage and will definitely fall for it. I saved you so much money, remember to transfer me 200.

Grandma Always Says: /full of question marks

Grandma Always Says: You two know each other?

Qingcai Keke: Hahaha, of course /silly grin

Jiu Jiao Luo Huaian Suan Le: We don't know each other.

Qingcai Keke: You're quite cautious, it's fine, Grandma Senior Brother always keeps his word except when borrowing money from others, if he says free, it's free.

Jiu Jiao Luo Huaian Suan Le: Stop messing around...

Qingcai Keke: Alright, alright, we don't know each other, you two trade first, we'll talk after the trade.

Grandma Always Says: This is going too far!!

Grandma Always Says: I'm not giving it!

Qingcai Keke: You said it was free.

Grandma Always Says: Not giving it! If I say I'm not giving it, I'm not giving it!

Jiu Jiao Luo Huaian Suan Le: I'll pay, 300.

Grandma Always Says: If I give it to you, I'm a dog!

Jiu Jiao Luo Huaian Suan Le: Then Qingcai...

Qingcai Keke: 300.

Grandma Always Says: /Head full of question marks.

Jiu Jiao Luo Huaian Suan Le: Deal.

Grandma Always Says: /Head full of question marks.

Qingcai Keke invited Jiu Jiao Luo Huaian Suan Le to a private chat.

Grandma Always Says:???

Haoran Zhengqi: Tsk tsk tsk tsk, people easily lose their reason when in extreme anger...

Grandma Always Says: Shut up!

Haoran Zhengqi: /Eating melon seeds.

Jiu Jiao Luo Huaian Suan Le accepted the private chat initiated by Qingcai Keke.

Grandma Always Says requested to join.

Grandma Always Says requested to join.

Grandma Always Says requested to join.

Haoran Zhengqi: /Clapping, wonderful.

In private chat——

Chen Shu was too lazy to type, so he directly opened Feixin and copied the original words of Teacher Shi Qian.

Qingcai Keke: (Omitted)

Qingcai Keke: These are all things from the last year or two, very, very few people know, the authorities haven't paid attention to them yet, you asked the right person.

Jiu Jiao Luo Huaian Suan Le: I see.

Jiu Jiao Luo Huaian Suan Le: However, the national intelligence department must have already noticed, it's just that the Mengyue Sect has always been low-key and hasn't committed any major mistakes, so the state naturally hasn't found a reason to deal with them, but ordinary public security units likely don't know these things, so where did you find out?

Qingcai Keke: Anyway, it's guaranteed ripe.

Jiu Jiao Luo Huaian Suan Le: Guaranteed ripe?

Qingcai Keke: Guaranteed authentic /awkward.

Jiu Jiao Luo Huaian Suan Le: Good.

Qingcai Keke: Senior Brother Luo, why are you asking about the Mengyue Sect? Do you have any conflict with them?

Jiu Jiao Luo Huaian Suan Le: Don't ask either.

Jiu Jiao Luo Huaian Suan Le: 【Transfer】

Qingcai Keke: Alright, thank you, boss.

Qingcai Keke: By the way, Senior Brother Luo, is your name really Luo Huaian?

Jiu Jiao Luo Huaian Suan Le: Something came up, logging off.

Qingcai Keke: Alright, alright.

Qingcai Keke: Hope for more cooperation.

"Ah..."

Accepting the transfer from "Jiu Jiao Luo Huaian Suan Le", the moment he thought of the frantic state of the other silly group member, the smile on Chen Shu's face grew richer, he stretched, feeling refreshed, as if he had just finished playing poker.

He wasn't sleepy anymore, his spirit wasn't tired, and his mood was good.

Of course, he still didn't want to study any Spell.

Going out, going to class.

In the blink of an eye, it was Friday.

Chen Shu stood in the Dormitory kitchen cooking snail rice noodles, a full large pot.

The kitchen door was shut tight, the range hood was at maximum power on both sides, and he even used a Qingfeng Technique; Meng Chunqiu and Jiang Lai stood side by side behind him, sniffing their noses while staring unblinkingly at the pot.

Rich soup base, bright red chili oil, all coating the rice noodles, sour bamboo shoots, sour cowpeas, sour radish, shredded wood ear mushrooms, dried bean curd skin, peanuts...

Inside there were also three braised eggs and three pig trotters.

"Gulp!"

Meng Chunqiu and Jiang Lai both felt very strange; clearly it smelled very stinky, so why were they constantly swallowing their saliva?

Was this the culinary prestige Brother Chen had built in their hearts over these past few months?

As Chen Shu grabbed a few lettuce leaves and threw them in, adding a touch of refreshing color to the pot, the lettuce coated in red oil made this pot of food even more tempting.

"Is it stinky?"

"Stinky!"

"I bought the extra-stinky and extra-spicy kind!"

"It's a good thing you had the foresight to close the door, Brother Chen!"

"Emmm..." Chen Shu pondered for a moment. "However, I don't feel it will be of much use. You don't know how powerful this stuff is. Unless we are prepared to just squat here and eat it, the moment we carry it out, its scent will occupy the dining room and living room before we've even finished eating. Even if we squat in the kitchen to eat, our whole bodies, especially our hair, will be full of its smell."

"Then what should we do?"

"You'll get used to it; just change your clothes..."

"It's very stinky."

"Once you eat it, it won't be stinky anymore."

As he spoke, Chen Shu had already turned off the fire and evenly divided the snail rice noodles into three large bowls, distributing the marinated egg, pig trotter, and lettuce leaves equally.

"Carry them out."

The three of them each carried a bowl and sat around the table.

Although Meng Chunqiu complained about the smell, he did not hesitate in his actions; he picked up a chopstick of rice noodles, blew on them twice, and then put them into his mouth.

"Mmm!! Delicious!"

The rich, sour, and refreshing flavor instantly conquered him.

"Brother Jiang! Quick! Quick, taste it!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Lai immediately took a bite as well.

Seeing this, Chen Shu knew that two more people were about to become captives of snail rice noodles; this thing is truly addictive.

He then carried his bowl and sat down, but he unhurriedly took out his Mobile Phone and started playing with it while eating the noodles.

For four consecutive days, Grandma Always Says had rarely popped up in the group, and the main force of the chat group had suddenly decreased by one-third. Originally, it took three chatterboxes to make a scene, but most of the time now, only the back-and-forth between Chen Shu and Nameless Person remained.

Nameless Person was very interesting to talk to; ordinary people couldn't chat with him for long, and even Qingqing's roommate didn't like to pay much attention to him. But sometimes, Chen Shu actually quite enjoyed chatting with such a unique person; he was like an old fuddy-duddy, trying hard to talk more with everyone, yet he was not from the same world.

At first, he felt he was greasy, but later he discovered that wasn't the case; it was just that he was truly not good at socializing with people.

Nameless Person was a very good person, very warm-hearted, and very willing to help others, even without asking for anything in return, though there were indeed many favors he couldn't actually help with.

Today, the reward money from the Ministry of Public Security arrived.

Nameless Person transferred it to Grandma Always Says at the first opportunity.

Nameless Person: 【Transferred to Grandma Always Says】

Grandma Always Says: 【Transferred to Nameless Person】

Grandma Always Says: 【Transferred to Gate of All Wonders】

Grandma Always Says: 【Transferred to Qingcai Keke】

Nameless Person: Thank you, Grandma.

Qingcai Keke: Wow, thank you, Grandma Senior Brother! I thought you were going to deduct 300 yuan from me!

Grandma Always Says: Damn it, I forgot.

Grandma Always Says: Transfer it back to me.

Qingcai Keke: /sticking out tongue

Gate of All Wonders: Thanks.

Chen Shu revealed a pleased expression.

He took a big slurp of noodles, but sucked too hard, splashing oil into his eyes, and he rubbed them. From the side came the sound of Meng Chunqiu gasping and coughing; it seemed this bowl of snail rice noodles was too spicy and he couldn't handle it.

Just then, there was another message on Feixin.

It was in the family group.

Chen Jiaoshou: Chen Shu, before the negative news about Qingzhou Spirit Power came out, did you sell it? Look now, the negative news was fake; the spirit power giant under the Imperial Family announced this Monday that it is acquiring a controlling stake in Qingzhou Spirit Power, and Qingzhou Spirit Power has hit the daily limit for a week straight.

Chen Shu: Yeah, I sold it before.

Chen Shu: But I heard you say it dropped, so I bought it back.

Chen Shu: Did it hit the limit for another week?

Chen Jiaoshou:...

Chen Shu: What's wrong?

Chen Jiaoshou: Nothing, you have really good luck. I won't say more, I'm going to teach class.

Chen Shu: /rolling eyes

He happened to open the software to take a look.

Sure enough, Qingzhou Spirit Power had hit the daily limit for a week straight; perhaps it would rise further, then fluctuate for a period, changing from a surge to a slow rise.

For a spirit power giant with a market value of hundreds of billions, the driving effect on Qingzhou Spirit Power, which had a market value of only over ten billion a month ago, was too great.

Moreover, Qingzhou Spirit Power itself had the logic for a major rise.

Not to mention that this spirit power giant holding a controlling stake in Qingzhou Spirit Power was an industry under the Imperial Family; in this country, as long as an industry involved the Imperial Family, most were either closely related to the national livelihood or were major national strategic assets, and everyone trusted the Imperial Family.

The Imperial Family actually had a very broad reach.

From military industries like shipping, aviation, and heavy industry, to energy, Crystal Chip, and medicine, and then to entertainment, software, and the internet, it was almost all-encompassing.

Casting aside the halo of nominal national ownership, the Yiguo Imperial Family remained the wealthiest and most powerful family on this planet. Even setting all that aside, the treasures stored in the Royal Museum alone would be enough to buy a small country.

As expected, the group owner's thigh is the thickest.

Whatever Grandma Always Says, Nameless Person, Gate of All Wonders, or disciples of the Sword Sect, Royal Court, Daoist sects, or Buddhist Sect, in front of the group owner, they are all trash.