Boss Wuxiu

Generally, encountering Heizawa instills fear in people due to his overpowering and bloodthirsty aura, even the disciples of martial arts families dare not provoke him.

Helian Weiwei, however, displayed no signs of timidity. With a slight smirk on her lips and a cold tone, she stated, "It's not a matter of usefulness, it's about cooperation." In the realm of business, secrecy is essential when dealing with partners in order to maintain long-term success. I won't delve into the details, but what about the silver?

Heizawa curved his thin lips, extending his hand. The black cloth fell away, revealing a pile of silver ingots beneath. He remarked, "A total of one hundred thousand taels. You can verify the account book to confirm."

Helian Weiwei raised an eyebrow as she lifted the black cloth. Her expression remained indifferent as she stated, "Since the black prince claims it to be one hundred thousand taels, then it is indeed one hundred thousand taels. It's strictly business."

Kurosawa paused his actions, a glimmer of light flickering in his eyes. Seeing her about to leave, he couldn't help but inquire, "Why don't you inform them that you didn't climb up the ranks by relying solely on the Supreme Master, but that you possess genuine martial arts skills?"

Halting her steps, Helian Weiwei furrowed her willow-like eyebrows and offered Kurosawa a simple response, "It's troublesome." Kurosawa understood her meaning, sharing the same sentiment. Revealing her martial arts abilities would only attract unwanted attention and disturbances from others, pulling her away from her goals.

On the other hand, he had no interest in showcasing his martial prowess. He believed it was more lucrative to focus on earning silver instead. Unlike other young masters from prominent families, he relished the sense of authority and control he possessed over the world. That was precisely why the Black family owned numerous shops throughout the capital.

However, he never anticipated making money through martial cultivation. It wasn't until recently, when he received a letter and encountered three martial cultivators, that he joined a martial arts shop at the foot of the mountain.

What set this martial arts shop apart from others was that they engaged in wholesale rather than selling individual items. Everyone desired their own martial cultivation, and this shop provided exactly that. However, the quality of the martial cultivation directly correlated with the amount of silver invested. More silver equated to higher-quality martial cultivation, while less silver resulted in relatively inferior options.

Even so, the market demand was overwhelming. Warriors considered obtaining their own martial cultivation as the most significant accomplishment in their lives. Even the students of Taibai Academy were seeking connections to acquire martial cultivations from the shop.

Oh, if only they knew they could obtain martial cultivations from the discarded individual they mocked, their expressions would be priceless.

Furthermore, the shop wasn't even opened by him; he was merely working for that "discarded" person.

Heizawa curved the corners of his lips, his eyes brightening slightly. "This Helian Weiwei is quite intriguing," he commented.

"Young Master, whom are you referring to?" The young servant who had just brought water widened his eyes. "Don't worry, I won't do anything in the academy. The old man would kill me!"

Kurosawa chuckled. "Young Master, I'm merely seeking a wife. Grandfather sent me to Tianbai Academy with the intention of finding a suitable bride here. What's there to be afraid of, huh?"

The little servant was on the verge of tears. "The old man said you should find a bride from a respectable family, but he didn't mean you should choose a discarded person!"

"Discarded person?" Kurosawa stood up abruptly, casting a glance back at the small building. "Who got discarded?"

Xiao Wei rinsed the cloth and handed it to the young master of her family. "Who else could it be? It's Helian Weiwei. The news has spread throughout the entire academy. I heard that the Four Elders were displeased when they saw Helian Jiao'er being bullied, so they made a joint decision. General Helian refused to protect her."

"Huh." Kurosawa took the veil and smiled mockingly. "How foolish." Xiao Wei was puzzled. "Who's foolish?" he asked, scratching his head.

In a secluded corner of the academy, with few people around, Helian Weiwei sat in her usual spot, engrossed in her reading.

"Have the elders of the Helian family lost their minds?" Gong Mingxiang, standing beside her, swept the ground with a broom vigorously, clearly exasperated. "Which family, when blessed with a genius like you, wouldn't rush to claim you? And yet, they cast you out of the house? Are they pigs, or simply stupid?"

"They didn't want me to participate in the upcoming martial arts competition," Helian Weiwei yawned, nonchalantly explaining, "That's why I resorted to such a scheme."

Gong Mingxiang furrowed his brows in confusion. "What does your participation in the martial arts competition have to do with it?"

"Don't you know the rules of the game?" Helian Weiwei was genuinely surprised. Wasn't Gong Mingxiang one of the Academy's elders?

Gong Mingxiang's face reddened, a rare occurrence. "The old man hasn't concerned himself with the format for a long time."

"Descendants of martial arts families automatically qualify for the final round without needing to participate in the preliminary rounds. However, outsiders must secure first place in the preliminary rounds held in various locations to advance to the finals." After Helian Weiwei finished explaining, she noticed that Gong Mingxiang was stunned, his mouth agape in silence.

Helian Weiwei raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong?"

"Ahem." Gong Mingxiang coughed twice, pretending to look at the sky. "It seems this format was established by the old man ten years ago."

Helian Weiwei: ...

"Nevertheless, don't worry. The old man can make them change the format back!" The eunuch suddenly realized he had become an "accomplice."

Helian Weiwei shrugged, a glint of excitement in her eyes. "No need. I have already secured a spot through selection." Gong Mingxiang was dumbfounded, but then a realization struck him. His fingers brushed his beard as a smile curved on his lips.

"The beggar everyone's been searching for recently, is that you?"

"Well, I'll use it to practice my skills." Helian Weiwei grabbed her neck. "My poor physical condition is my disadvantage, so I'll take advantage of the preliminary rounds and play around with them."

Hearing this, Gong Mingxiang burst into laughter. "Very well, play with them as you please. Since you want to improve your physical fitness, the old man has two items for you." With a swift movement, Gong Mingxiang transformed, presenting a martial cultivation and a pair of gravity buckles. "This martial cultivation is something the old man recently acquired, and the gravity buckles are a specialized weapon only wielded by the top students of Youyuan Academy. They not only conceal your martial energy, but when you use them during the competition, you'll feel as if your body is several times lighter than usual."

"I want the gravity buckles, but as for the martial cultivation..." Helian Weiwei glanced at the martial practitioner without much interest. "Elder Eunuch, please take it back."

Gong Mingxiang was taken aback. It was the first time he had encountered a martial artist who didn't want a martial cultivation. "Girl, don't dismiss it so easily. This is a new martial cultivation, and it's no worse than the ones made by your master!"

"I know, but it's just not suitable for me." How could she explain to the eunuch that she was the one who created that martial cultivation? She knew better than anyone else its strengths and weaknesses.

Gong Mingxiang hadn't anticipated this rejection and glanced at Helian Weiwei resentfully. Humph!

Helian Weiwei gazed at the eunuch with his flowing white beard, her heart softening. For all these days, he had been guiding her by her side, and besides her master, no one had shown her such kindness.

"Why are you staring at the old man like that?" Gong Mingxiang scoffed arrogantly. "If you don't want it, you don't want it. But what if your physical strength can't keep up?"