Chapter 11: After all, this is a world that judges by appearance.
Ling Xiaoyue received a private post from the notice wall.
The poster was named Wang Fulai, a local business tycoon known by the nickname "Wine King." It's said that forty percent of Qingde City's alcohol supply is provided by Wang Fulai, a bona fide tycoon.
However, the content of the post had nothing to do with the alcohol business. Instead, the Wang Family had recently been disturbed by demonic forces, with Wang Fulai's only son, Wang Minghong, narrowly escaping with his life. Left with no other options, Wang Fulai had to post a notice seeking the help of remarkable and unusual individuals.
Seeing Ling Xiaoyue pick up the post, Fang Zhou immediately understood her so-called secret of cultivators roaming the human world, and burst out, "This is your secret?"
"Exactly," Ling Xiaoyue nodded. "Cultivators journey through society not only to temper their mind and body but also to exterminate demons and bring blessings to the human world."
Fang Zhou directly pierced through her veil of hypocrisy: "Bullshit, you clearly just want to freeload on food and drink."
Ling Xiaoyue wasn't annoyed and said with a smile, "I'm testing your discernment, and you've seen through it so quickly. You're right, do you think every cultivator traveling the world is loaded with silver? Cultivation is also very costly, of course we should save when we can. Those with a bit of shame exterminate demons, those without shame rob the rich to aid the poor. This is the non-transmissible secret."
Ling Xiaoyue's down-to-earth explanation shattered Fang Zhou's last remnants of high-regard for the Cultivation World, causing him to blurt out in frustration, "Crap."
"What did you say?"
"A type of herbaceous plant."
The master and disciple duo asked around for directions, and soon found the Wang Family's luxurious estate.