The strangeness has come, I am a god with trillions of ghost money

Chapter 298 I really want to buy the castle
One person and two ghosts thought to themselves, "Are you speaking human language?"
A billion isn't much!

you sure? ? ?
What company gives its employees and their families a perk of giving away a billion elixirs for free?!

The man and the two ghosts were dumbfounded.

The Sword Saint, holding the Xuanyuan Divine Sword, looked at Song Mang with immense excitement, his eyes filled with gratitude.

Bang.

He suddenly plunged the Xuanyuan Divine Sword into the ground, knelt down on one knee before Song Mang, and said, "Boss! I will never forget your kindness in saving my entire clan!"

Though I am but a warrior, I believe in loyalty above all else! Even if you can't pay my wages from now on, I, Xuan Yuan Wentian, will follow you forever, my boss! I will never waver!

Seeing that his ancestor had knelt down before Song Mang, Xuanyuan Sheng quickly followed suit, kneeling on one knee and clasping his hands in a fist salute to Song Mang.

Xuanyuan Sheng: "Me too!!!"

Xuanyuan Sheng had already said everything the ancestor wanted to say, so he could only agree from the side, which made the Sword Saint look at him with particular disdain.

Not only do they lack discernment, they're also completely uncultured!
With his pathetic appearance, he thinks he can follow the boss? The boss might not even look at him!
After obtaining the antidote, Xuanyuan Sheng ate one of the pills from the purple bottle himself and fed one to Xuanyuan Xi as well.

Not long after, Xuanyuan Xi vomited a mouthful of black blood and then slowly woke up.

"Father?"

He was shocked to see Xuanyuan Sheng beside him; clearly, he hadn't seen Xuanyuan Sheng when he was unconscious.

Xuanyuan Sheng finally breathed a sigh of relief and hugged him, saying, "Xi'er, you're finally awake. It's good that you're alright!"

Xuanyuan Xi took the best antidote pills, which not only cleared the toxins from his body, but also showed signs of a breakthrough in his cultivation.

He was even more shocked when he felt the situation inside his body. "Father, wasn't I poisoned by the Bone-Melting Powder? Why am I completely unharmed, and my cultivation has even improved?"

"Thanks to Miss Song!"

Xuanyuan Sheng then recounted what had just happened.

"You spent a billion to buy the antidote pill?"

Xuan Yuanxi gasped, looking at Song Mang in shock, "As expected of you, still as arrogant as ever!"

He had been following Song Mang's live streams and knew she spent money like water, but he never expected that he would meet her one day.

The impact was just too strong!

Even if the entire Xuanyuan clan pooled their money, they wouldn't have ten billion!

Although Xuanyuan Xi's poison had been cured and his cultivation had even improved, he still lay on the ground to rest for a while.

Xuan Yuanxi couldn't help but sigh, "We sword cultivators are all dirt poor. We spend all the money we earn on maintaining our spirit swords. I always said that sword cultivators should find a rich woman to support them. That would be so damn awesome."

"You little brat, what nonsense are you spouting? The ancestor is right here! Come and pay your respects to the ancestor!"

Xuan Yuansheng grabbed Xuan Yuanxi by the ear and lifted him up like a chick.

"Ancestor?!"

Xuanyuan Xi shoved his father aside with a grimace and looked excitedly at the Sword Saint, saying, "Ancestor, you're really here!"

The Sword Saint looked Xuan Yuanxi up and down, and said with satisfaction, "Your talent is quite good, no wonder your father always mentions you when he burns paper money for you."

"Kneel down before me, and I might consider teaching you the 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to One' technique. You'll definitely learn faster than your father."

Xuanyuan Xi immediately knelt down and kowtowed, making a loud thud, "The 108th generation descendant of the Xuanyuan clan greets the ancestor!"

"Not bad, not bad. I'll teach you the 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to One' technique when I have some free time at work."

The Sword Saint helped him up, then turned around and discovered that Song Mang's cultivation had increased, reaching the Foundation Establishment stage.

"Huh? Boss, how come your cultivation level has improved so quickly?" The Sword Saint looked at Song Mang in surprise and said excitedly, "With your current cultivation level, the range of using the Myriad Swords Return to One Ghost Card is much larger, you can summon more spirit swords, and the time you can use Myriad Swords Return to One will also be increased!"

Once you advance to the Golden Core stage, you can upgrade the Ghost Card to Ghost Immortal level and summon the Xuanyuan Divine Sword!

Xuan Yuanxi's expression froze. "Ancestor, why didn't you give me a Ghost Token of Ten Thousand Swords Return to One? Why would I need to learn Ten Thousand Swords Return to One? Wouldn't it be better to just use the Ghost Token?"

The Sword Saint glanced at him and said, "That's my boss. How can she be compared to you? My boss has been born into a life of luxury. How can I let her do something as arduous as sword training!"

On the contrary, if you don't practice your swordsmanship properly, you won't be competitive in the future and won't be able to find a good job! Without a good job, how will you afford to maintain your spirit sword? Even the Xuanyuan Divine Sword doesn't want to be with you!

Xuanyuan Xi: ? ? ? ?
Are you polite?

Who exactly are your descendants?!

Xuanyuan Sheng suddenly asked, "Ancestor, do you know how to leave this instance? I have been searching here for a long time but have not found a way out."

Furthermore, one of the castle's caretakers is a powerful general, so strong that even I dare not face him directly.

“He was just as formidable as I was when we fought, so you are no match for him. However, I have already found out how to leave this place.”

"The Sword Saint said."

"Actually, this ancient castle is a magical artifact that can move and change size. We were trapped inside the artifact for some kind of refining."

I don't yet know how this refining process works, but once we find the source of this magical artifact's power, we can use that source to leave this place.

Given the Sword Saint's strength, he could break through the castle's barrier and leave, but he couldn't take the humans with him.

Song Mang stroked his chin, pondering, and said, "The owner of this immortal-grade magic artifact is either the fortress lord or Commander Meng. But the fact that they can control this artifact means it must be related to the statue."

"good."

The Sword Saint explained, "Celestial-level magical artifacts don't appear in the mortal realm. These things are usually artifacts of immortals, and they were probably brought over from the celestial realm by those divine statues."

"That sounds really impressive."

Song Mang's eyes lit up with anticipation. "Can I buy this thing? I really want to buy one to play with! This castle is so big, it can hold tens of thousands of people, and it can change size and move around at will."

In other words, if I buy this thing, I can stay in a luxurious manor wherever I go!

Moreover, this kind of celestial-grade magical artifact must be of very high quality, right? It shouldn't be destroyed by divine punishment!

She had finally managed to move into a villa in the safe zone, only to have it destroyed by the divine punishment of those guys' advancement!

The entire villa area was almost completely destroyed. Su Yun said that it should be rebuilt or other suitable villa areas should be found and included in the safe zone.

In short, it's a very troublesome matter, and she won't be able to continue living in the villa for a while!

The Sword Saint replied, "If the items brought by the statues are something you can't buy with ghost money, right? Besides, those statues aren't friendly to you; some even have strong hostility towards you, so they won't sell them to you easily."

Song Mang smiled mysteriously, "That's not necessarily true. Haven't you heard the saying?"

"what?"

"There are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests!"

The Xuanyuan father and son stood by, their faces filled with shock.

Buy a celestial-grade magical artifact, a mobile castle?
How much ghost money would that require?!

Poor sword cultivators like them really couldn't even imagine such a thing.

As everyone marveled, Song Mang's paper phone received an important message, and her expression suddenly changed.

"Oh no, time's almost up!"

(End of this chapter)