Chapter 8: The Wronged Big Head

found ginseng in his closet.

It was the kind that came in a hardcover box.

Judging by the packaging, it looked very expensive.

Fang Yi opened it and took out a stick.

After a moment's hesitation, he finally took a bite.

It was a bit bitter at first, but then it became slightly sweeter.

Not long after swallowing one stick of ginseng,

Fang Yi felt a sudden relief from his fatigue. "Hey, ginseng really works!"

He quickly ate another stick.

Soon, he finished five sticks.

Fang Yi felt like he had recovered 70% to 80%.

You have to know that he was extremely exhausted before. Yesterday afternoon, when it wasn't so serious, he had eaten four dishes, a soup, and a whole rice cooker full of rice!

"I didn't expect ginseng to be so effective. I'll quickly search for the price of this brand. If it's cheaper, I'll buy more."

He took out his phone and searched, then couldn't help but curse. "Holy crap, a box of ginseng like this costs over a thousand yuan?" He

only had a little over ten thousand yuan in his bank account, which was not enough for him to eat more than a few times.

More importantly, Fang Yi was planning a trip to Longhu Mountain.

Food and expenses along the way would cost money.

I can't possibly spend it all on ginseng, right?

"I have to find

a way to make some money," Fang Yi pondered.

Regular work was too slow.

Without any special skills, it would be difficult to make a lot of money quickly.

"It seems my greatest skill now is my ability to read people's lives. How about setting up a fortune-telling stall? One divination for 100,000 yuan, see if anyone's willing to take the bait?"

He found the idea ridiculous.

Who would be so foolish as to charge 100,000 yuan for a single divination?

Perhaps there really were such fools?

Fang Yi blinked and decided to give it a try.

After all, he couldn't think of any other way to make a lot of money quickly.

He found a piece of white cloth at home and cut it into a rectangle.

He then found a brush and ink he hadn't used in years and wrote the words "One divination for 100,000 yuan" on the cloth.

After letting it dry, Fang Yi walked to the south side of the road and took the bus to the county.

...

the county.

Fang Yi remembered a place where there were many fortune-telling scammers, at the entrance of a small park.

He found the place according to his memory and found that it was already filled with a row of elderly women and men.

Each one looked incredibly professional, displaying items like compasses and I Ching Bagua diagrams in front of their stalls. They

also all had small signs reading "Twenty-day Fortune Telling."

Normally, Fang Yi, with only a piece of white cloth with "One divination, 100,000" written on it, and this being his first time setting up a stall, would have been a bit embarrassed.

But ever since realizing he was a Transcendent, Fang Yi had ceased to care about others' opinions.

He calmly found a corner seat and spread the white cloth flat on the tiled floor in front

of him. An elderly woman and an elderly man not far away saw him and kept pointing and commenting.

"Young man, are you crazy about money?"

"Yeah, a hundred thousand for a divination? Haha, young people these days,"

the woman and the man whispered.

Fang Yi listened, unmoved, and simply sat there, waiting to see if anyone would take advantage.

Because the crowd was dense, someone soon noticed him.

However, most people reacted like the elderly woman next to him, thinking Fang Yi was fanciful.

Some even laughed.

Fang Yi remained calm and didn't seem offended by the ridicule.

He waited.

He waited.

An hour passed.

Not a single customer.

Two hours passed, still no one.

Instead, the elderly man and woman next door had several clients, each making about a hundred yuan.

Perhaps Fang Yi's writing was a bit too sensational, as the crowd gathered.

"So young, and you're already scamming people?"

"Alas, people these days, just want to be lazy and free."

"That's right, they can't even cheat. Look at those elderly men and women. They tell fortunes for twenty yuan. Even if someone doesn't believe in fortune-telling, they're happy to spend twenty yuan if they have an emergency. But you're charging a hundred thousand yuan for this one. Do you really think you're Yuan Tiangang?"

"I want to see if anyone falls for his trick!"

"How could there be such a fool? I think you're overthinking it."

A group of people gathered around, pointing and commenting.

Fang Yi remained unmoved, waiting for his victim to arrive.

Two more hours passed, and it was almost afternoon.

Many people returned from lunch and saw Fang Yi still there, and were even more speechless.

Fang Yi wasn't bored at all.

Because he had been keeping his eyes closed, immersed in a semi-cultivation state,

suddenly, a Mercedes-Benz stopped not far away.

There were two people in the car, pointing and talking.

The young man in the driver's seat said, "Boss, this is it."

The fat old man in his sixties in the back seat pushed his reading glasses, looked in the direction of Fang Yi, frowned and said, "So young? This kind of person must be a liar."

The young man said, "I think he is a liar too, but you heard that someone was asking 100,000 for a divination, so you had to come here to take a look."

The old man sighed and said, "I didn't want to either. Xiaoqing has been missing for four or five days, and there have been no kidnapping calls. The police have searched the entire city and can't find any trace of her. Although I don't believe in superstition, Xiaoqing is my daughter after all. The only thing I can believe in now is superstition. Let's try to find him."

The young man said, "Then you should find someone with a big reputation. What does this young man know?"

"It's not like I haven't found those masters, and none of them can tell the truth." The old man was very dissatisfied. "Since he dares to ask for 100,000 for a divination, I think he must have some skills. Let's go and take a look."

The young man suggested, "Tell him later that he is not allowed to refuse payment. Don't let him be cheated out of 100,000 yuan in vain."

"I know."

The older man opened the car door and walked toward Fang Yi.

The younger man also got out, locked the car, and followed.

A large group of people were still pointing and talking.

The older man and the younger man had already pushed their way through the crowd and arrived in front.

Fang Yi sensed someone approaching and slowly opened his eyes.

Perhaps because he had just finished practicing, a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

This light was invisible to ordinary people because it was the spiritual light of a cultivator.

But the old man saw a kind of depth in Fang Yi's eyes that had just opened, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Fortune telling?" Fang Yi said.

The old man came back to his senses, squatted down and said: "Well, one hundred thousand for a divination?"

Fang Yi's face was calm, "You are not allowed to not ask for money."

The old man smiled, "Okay, let's make a deal in advance, I will only give you money after the divination if it is accurate, and I am not allowed to not give you a penny."

Fang Yi nodded and said: "Okay."

"Someone really asks him to tell fortunes?"

"Wow, there are so many suckers."

"Isn't it, one hundred thousand for a divination and there are still people who get fooled?"

"I really don't understand what the rich people in this world think."

"Don't make noise, maybe this guy really has some skills? Let's see if he is accurate first."

"Yes, let's see if it is accurate."

The people next to him were surprised.

They never thought that there would really be a "sucker" to tell fortunes.

For a while, all the discussions stopped, wanting to see what was so special about one hundred thousand for a divination.