As soon as Fang Xing finished speaking, four or so people up and looked towards him with excitement. These people had been standing at the back of the crowd in silent concern about what the curse might do, but now they gazed at Fang Xing in amazement at the good news someone might be able to help them.

　　Before the Wanluo disciples had made up their mind, suddenly another call came from close by. “I… I’ll accept it!” A Spirit Stage cultivator from an unknown sect raised his hand up high before he stumbled and ran over, his face filled with excitement. As he drew closer, around five or so other Spirit Stage disciples followed along as well to circle around Fang Xing’s horse carriage and loudly call out.

　　“I accept, I accept….”

　　“Isn’t it just thirty percent? I am willing to sign the contract and hand over thirty percent of what I find inside to Shixiong Fang….”

　　“Dear fellow Daoist, please help those within my sect resolve the Curse of the Blood Baby. We of the Huanglong Sect are willing to gift fellow Daoist thirty percent of our gains from this opportunity….” That last voice had come from a Foundation Stage who’d followed along, leaving even Fang Xing surprised.

　　Fang Xing didn’t quite have a friendly relationship with the Wanluo disciples—in fact, he didn’t have much of a relationship with them at all. Let alone the Wanluo Court, all of Snowy Mountain had been gathered by the five Golden Cores on a temporary basis, and so things were considerably different from when he’d been in the Qing-Yun Sect. Although he hadn’t been familiar with everyone in the Qing-Yun Sect’s Duanzhen Valley, there’d still been a friendship and camaraderie centered around the responsibility of being a Duanzhen disciple. For this reason, Fang Xing had respected the other Duanzhen disciples and would bring them benefits when he could in order to do his part as head disciple.

　　He didn’t have such a responsibility towards the Wanluo Court disciples, however. Simply put, everyone had gathered here for the sake of working together for their own benefit and fortune, so Fang Xing naturally made sure to spell it out very clearly. This group of bastards didn’t even greet him when they saw him, so why should he protect them? Asking for only thirty percent was already for the sake of giving face to Wanluo.

　　Fang Xing hadn’t expected that even before this group of Wanluo disciples had accepted his proposal, other nearby cultivators would be moved as well. Most of the other cultivators had been contaminated by the Curse of the Blood Baby and were already being forced to give all their fortunes to Ghost Kingdom; how could they not be moved when they heard someone was willing to offer protection and solve the curse? Most importantly, they were also certain Fang Xing was strong enough to protect them. In moments, let alone Spirit Stage cultivators, even someone in Foundation Stage had come along with his fellow disciples in order to seek out the protection and might of Uncle Fang Jiu….

　　Fang Xing was dumbstruck at first, but he quickly let out a laugh. “I don’t know you bunch of bastards, so I’ll have to charge forty percent!”

　　The crowd around him was quiet for only a moment before someone immediately yelled out, “I am willing to hand over forty percent to Shixiong Fang!”

　　“I beg for Shixiong Fang’s protection. I am willing to sign a jade contract to hand over forty percent of the fortune I find inside to Shixiong Fang….”

　　Fang Xing let out a pleased laugh when he saw how eager this group was. This opportunity wasn’t something to worry about at all anymore.

　　‘Old Peng, how many people can you remove the Curse of the Blood Baby from with the Corpse Pellets you made before?’ Fang Xing asked. The reason he said he was able to resolve Prince Li Ying’s curse was because he’d seen it with the Book of Revelation and knew the so-called “Curse of the Blood Baby” was nothing more than mutated corpse poison. Li Ying wasn’t using an actual curse to coerce people, but poison, and it just so happened the Corpse Pellet the Peng King crafted back then was the perfect antidote for corpse poison.

　　The Peng King considered it for a moment. “One Corpse Pellet can be broken into six parts to resolve the Curse of the Blood Baby for six people.”

　　“How many do we have in total?”

　　“Fifteen, but seeing how you’ve made a grudge with that ghost kid, it’s best we keep some behind to use when we need to!”

　　Fang Xing nodded in understanding before looking towards the cultivators with a sneer. “I can resolve the curse of sixty people—I can’t protect any more than sixty, in other words. Spirit clouds have fallen from the heavens and the opportunity is about to open; we don’t have much time, so let’s get right to the point. Who has the best chance to take control over this opportunity? They will be allowed to take shelter under my name!” Once he finished, he called over a Wanluo disciple before passing over ten Corpse Pellets for them to distribute.

　　Excited to be personally entrusted with such a task, the Wanluo disciples all animatedly moved to the side to organize a selection without even realizing this would create enemies for themselves. At first they thought Fang Xing’s demand for thirty percent was too high, but after seeing there were not only people willing to give up forty percent but also others who wouldn’t even have the chance to do so, they were rather satisfied with themselves.

　　Just at this moment, a blue-robed cultivator walked to the front of Fang Xing’s carriage with frustration in his movement and gloom in his gaze—Leng Ziyan. He let out a long sigh and lamented, “You’re right. I cannot take your opportunities,” before bowing and turning to slowly walk away.

　　Chu Ci had seen Leng Ziyan before, so she grabbed Fang Xing’s hand and curiously asked, “Brother Jiu, that seemed to be Shixiong Leng from the Wanluo Court. Why would he say such a thing to you?”

　　Fang Xing looked at Leng Ziyan walking into the background with some confusion. “I don’t know either, maybe I said something like that before?” he puzzled. He’d apparently long since forgotten the words he’d said so casually in the past.

　　On the other side of the basin, Li Ying grew extremely furious at what Fang Xing was doing. “Snowy Mountain disciple, are you so certain you want to haveme as your enemy that you’d dare resolve my Curse of the Blood Baby?” He’d given Fang Xing face by not saying anything about the Wanluo disciples, but he hadn’t expected this bastard to offer to resolve the curse for other people, too. It had to be said that this opportunity was going to open at any moment now and Foundation Stages like him were going to be suppressed; these Spirit Stage cultivators were the only chance they had to vie for the opportunity! To Li Ying, what Fang Xing was doing now was as bad as cutting into his very flesh.

　　Fang Xing widened his eyes and cursed back, “You’re misbehaving again, ghost kid. If you’re not happy, how about you come fight me and see if I whack you stupid!” He was even more aggressive than Li Ying was and seemed ready to fight at any time.

　　‘Bastard! Is this brat crazy? Is he not scared that after fighting with me, we’d both end up wounded and others would take advantage of us?’ Although it seemed as though fire was about to spit out from Li Ying’s eyes, he suddenly realized he couldn’t do anything to this brat at all.

　　“Your Highness, this Snowy Mountain disciple doesn’t intend to protect everyone. Most of the cultivators are still under your control.” Since Li Ying’s first Ghost general had died, the second in command had taken over his spot and quietly counted the number of cultivators who’d gone to Fang Xing before quickly coming over to report.

　　Deciding to focus on the bigger picture at hand, Li Ying laughed and said, “You are very good, Snowy Mountain disciple. Very good indeed!” He’d decided the battle between the two of them would be after this opportunity resolved.

　　“Since you don’t dare, just shut up. Do you know how disgusting you are laughing so loudly with such an ugly face?” Fang Xing wasn’t reserved in the slightest and escalated things right to personal attacks.

　　Li Ying was shocked and subconsciously restrained his crazed laughter. He was only thirteen years old right now and still had some childishness in his heart, so when Fang Xing called him ugly in front of so many people, he suddenly felt a surge of anger and embarrassment. “Me? Ugly? How dare you call me ugly, you bastard! You think you have any room to talk with those looks?”

　　“I’m far more handsome than you are!” Fang Xing proudly replied.

　　“Bullsh*t! What part of you is handsome?”

　　Fang Xing chuckled before looking towards the surrounding cultivators. “All of you tell me, which of us is more handsome?”

　　Everyone became quiet. Neither of these two were people they dared to offend, and nobody wanted to get in the middle of their little verbal spat. More importantly, although Li Ying definitely didn’t look good, the other wasn’t exactly handsome either, right?

　　While everything else was quiet, a soft voice rose up from the horse carriage. “Brother Jiu looks good!” It seemed Chu Ci had decided to stand up and declare her taste.

　　Overjoyed, Fang Xing patted the top of the carriage and said, “Good girl! It looks like me being good to you wasn’t for nothing after all!”

　　Li Ying widened his eyes in anger before shouting towards his Ghost generals and concubines, “Are you all deaf?”

　　The Ghost generals and concubines all trembled in fear, but one of the smarter Ghost generals acted quickly and yelled out, “Our Prince His Highness is what is called… handsome…. Extremely stunning, outstandingly elegant….”

　　“Saying so many lies in front of so many people, are you not afraid of karma…?” Fang Xing called back while rolling his eyes towards Li Ying, causing the Ghost general to choke on his words and fall silent.

　　Just when it seemed this verbal brawl was going to continue on, a faint sound of thunder suddenly rose up from the middle of the sky. “The opportunity is about to open?” Fang Xing wondered while glancing above the basin.

　　The clouds above the basin grew thicker and thicker as subtle flashes of lightning flickered within. The opportunity drew closer and closer, and the pressure felt by the Foundation Stages grew larger until they couldn’t help but to back off a dozen or so feet. It was actually the Spirit Stage cultivators who became more excited, and they all moved closer towards the basin while clenching their fists in anticipation of what would happen.

　　“Our Prince His Highness, charming with his beautiful face, his pearly whites and lush lips….”

　　“His Highness The Prince is full of heroic spirit. His might is unrivalled, a hero of this generation….”

　　Under such a solemn atmosphere, only Li Ying’s side was noisy with praise towards Li Ying’s appearance. Growing impatient and annoyed, Fang Xing yelled back, “Let’s just say you’re handsome, alright? The opportunity is about to appear, yet you’re still fixated on this? Are you childish or what?”

　　Li Ying’s anger grew even further. It was so great he started to release loud growls and ended up smashing seven or eight large bowls in a row….