Because the player mortality rate in the dungeon where the Skeleton Sword Saint resided had been unusually high recently, no teams came to challenge it for a while. However, right in the middle of the night, a sneaky figure slipped out of the dungeon's main gate.
Fang Zhiyi swatted a snooping skeleton soldier to death with his sword while watching the player named Money Rat leave.
"I don't understand. This guy has no loyalty at all. He leeches off other people's teams just to find a chance to pick up his teammates' dropped equipment, and you're doing business with him?" Little Hei asked in confusion.
"You don't understand. I'm not looking for a subordinate, but a business partner—one who can help me make money." The ghost fire in Fang Zhiyi's eye sockets flickered. "This kind of guy, whose mind is full of nothing but profit, is the best partner."
"Think about it. If an ordinary player accepted my deal, they might never return, or they might spread the news everywhere... Never returning is one thing, but if word gets out and alerts the Main Brain, it would be very troublesome."
"But given this guy's nature, for the sake of making money, he will not only come back, but he will also come back with sincerity. Likewise, for the sake of profit, he would rather die than tell anyone about this." Fang Zhiyi turned and walked toward his room. "There are two kinds of people in this world who don't talk about feelings: politicians and businessmen. What I need right now is a profit-driven business partner."
Little Hei wanted to shake its head, but being a spherical body, it didn't have one, so it could only mutter, "Humans really are complicated."
Over the following period, the only visitor, aside from Lin Han's group, was this fat guy.
He not only returned, but to show his sincerity, he also took out all the gold coins earned from selling the equipment and laid them out in front of Fang Zhiyi.
"Respected Lord Sword Saint, these are the gold coins from the equipment you entrusted me to sell." Money Rat rubbed his hands together, smiling so widely that his eyes narrowed into slits.
A true talent.
This was the first thought that popped into Fang Zhiyi's mind. Money Rat could have chosen to keep some for himself, or only give Fang Zhiyi a portion, but he not only brought it all out, there was even a surplus.
Earlier today, when handing out equipment to the male protagonist and his group, Fang Zhiyi had deliberately asked about the approximate value of these items under the guise of being a "friend." For Lin Han, there was no reason to hide such information, so Fang Zhiyi had a clear grasp of exactly how much wealth he held in his hands.
"Giving it all to me? Didn't you just work for nothing?"
Money Rat maintained his smile. "You must be joking, My Lord. Since you are willing to give me this opportunity, will there be any shortage of chances to make money in the future?" He deliberately glanced at the treasury door behind Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi nodded in satisfaction.
He was absolutely a talent.
Relying on the equipment provided by Fang Zhiyi, Lin Han also leveled up quickly, though it was far inferior compared to the original plotline. After all, Fang Zhiyi only gave him mid-tier gear.
But even so, it was enough for Lin Han to show off a bit in the Brotherhood of the Four Seas guild.
Today, they still formed a party with the same few people and entered the dungeon. Xiaorou gave Fang Zhiyi a flower, probably plucked casually from the roadside, and Fang Zhiyi acted as if he liked it very much.
Lin Han started rambling about this and that, the underlying implication being that he wanted Fang Zhiyi to give him a bit more stuff.
Fang Zhiyi wasn't stingy either. Unprecedentedly, he gave him a minor top-tier item, which made Lin Han overjoyed. He kept calling him Old Fang, as if they were incredibly close.
As time passed, a warrior named Flowing Cloud gave Lin Han a wink. Lin Han cleared his throat: "Old Fang, I have a favor to ask of you."
Fang Zhiyi looked at him, his face expressionless—of course, a skeleton inherently didn't have any expressions anyway.
"It's like this: I told the people in our guild that you are our friend. You don't mind, do you?"
Here it comes. Fang Zhiyi felt a surge of excitement in his heart. "Of course not."
"They don't believe it, and I want you to help me prove it."
"How do I prove it?"
"Tomorrow I will bring them here. When the time comes, just give them some face, and give us some face too, you know?" Lin Han patted Fang Zhiyi on the shoulder. "Just give each of them a piece of equipment. That's not too difficult, right?"
Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "Not difficult at all."
"Great! It's a deal!" Lin Han's heart bloomed with joy. He had also played it smart, only informing the guild leader about this matter. When the guild leader saw his equipment, he was tempted too, telling Lin Han that as long as it could improve the guild's strength, he could make any request he wanted, as the guild leader had plenty of money!
Seeing Fang Zhiyi let out a hehe laugh, Lin Han also started laughing.
This boss really is quite stupid.
It probably doesn't know that an update is coming soon, and when that happens, it won't be able to smile anymore.
But before then, he was going to make good use of it.
After being excited all night, Lin Han led the guild's higher-ups into the dungeon. Everyone was very nervous; only Lin Han and his few companions remained relaxed. "Don't worry, we're very familiar with this place."
"Is it really okay? You should know that this boss has been exceptionally fierce lately. Almost every squad that came here got wiped out."
Lin Han patted his chest loudly. "It's definitely fine!"
"You brat, if Young Master Yan's equipment drops, you'll be in big trouble," someone said.
Lin Han looked toward the guild leader, Young Master Yan. "It won't. I even specifically talked to it about this yesterday."
The group cleared the small mobs as they pushed forward, until they entered the room where Fang Zhiyi was located. Looking at the Skeleton Sword Saint sitting on the stone chair, everyone was still somewhat on guard.
Young Master Yan looked at Fang Zhiyi. "Are you sure? Is it really that easy to fool?"
Xiaorou said in a soft voice, "It's quite silly, don't worry."
Young Master Yan was very pleased. "As long as this place can serve as our guild's equipment farming spot in the future, I'll promote you to vice guild leader!"
Lin Han thanked him repeatedly, then stepped forward and greeted Fang Zhiyi familiarly.
"Old Fang, I'm here again."
Fang Zhiyi didn't speak; he just stared at the guild leader, which made the latter a bit nervous.
However, seeing Xiaorou also approaching with a giggle, while Fang Zhiyi made no aggressive moves, the guild leader gradually relaxed. He looked left and right, remembering his status as the guild leader. "Look at how nervous you all are. Lin Han already said it, this is their friend!" He emphasized the word friend heavily.
As he spoke, he also stepped forward. You have to know, this was his first time getting so close to a boss. Truth be told, the experience was quite novel; this game was indeed too interesting. "Old Fang, right?"
The ghost fire in Fang Zhiyi's eyes flickered. "Is everyone here?" He was clearly asking Lin Han.
Lin Han froze for a moment, subconsciously nodding. "They're all here. Let me introduce you. This is our guild leader, and those two are..."
Fang Zhiyi nodded, and then suddenly, his skeletal body moved at high speed. Young Master Yan froze for a second, and when he looked down, he found a longsword piercing through his chest, his health bar plummeting rapidly.
"Huh?"
A slight sensation of pain stimulated his nerves.
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
