Staying Alive Cautiously in the Celestial Realm and Becoming the Strongest

Chapter 305 Alone in a Foreign Land as a Real Estate Speculator

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Boom! Boom! Boom!

The ground shook violently, one tremor after another.

The cause of this commotion, shockingly, was a dozen puppet mechanisms!

Each puppet mechanism stood thirty feet tall, their bodies enveloped in iron. Their left and right hands each wielded a massive meteor hammer, rampaging through Flying Immortal City.

Demolishing everything in sight!

These puppet mechanisms possessed immense strength; often a single swing of their hammer would reduce a stone house to ruins.

Their efficiency in demolition could make their peers in the Earth realm bow down in admiration.

Wang Chen withdrew his gaze.

At present, he was located in the southern outskirts of Flying Immortal City.

This vast area was occupied by countless large and small tents.

And living in these tents were the original inhabitants of Flying Immortal City.

Now their homes were being destroyed at an alarming rate, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

But these cultivators were neither angry nor sad; they gathered together around the bonfire discussing enthusiastically.

Wang Chen was among them.

He had always maintained the Hidden God Technique on himself, suppressing his aura around the ninth level of Qi Cultivation.

This way, he wouldn't create any estrangement with other Qi Cultivators, nor would he be underestimated.

It was just the right balance.

A red-faced cultivator took a sip of wine and asked cheerfully, "Taoist Friend He, how much compensation did you get today?"

The one being asked was an old cultivator with white hair, who replied with a wry smile, "My family of five, counting per head plus the original house, we got a four-part New Pact."

The red-faced cultivator said, "That's quite good."

The old cultivator frowned, "But my son and daughter-in-law want to move to another Immortal City. This New Pact can only cover two hundred Low Spirits, we lost a lot."

The red-faced cultivator disagreed, "Two hundred Low Spirits is very nice!"

The beast tide that erupted a few days ago caused massive damage to Flying Immortal City and also scared away many surviving cultivators.

Many people were planning to move to safer places.

And some were unwilling to live under the rule of the White Tiger Sect.

Three days ago, the White Tiger Sect distributed notices, bluntly marking Flying Immortal City as its new base.

In this announcement, the White Tiger Sect declared it would rebuild Flying Immortal City, not only constructing city walls but also setting up the City Protecting Great Array to fend off Monster Beasts and Evil Wraiths.

Therefore, the White Tiger Sect was requisitioning all privately-owned houses in the city!

As the saying goes, one's arm cannot twist one's thigh. The White Tiger Sect, leveraging their residual prestige from repelling the beast tide and their benevolence, ensured that even if the cultivators of Flying Immortal City held any grievances, none dared to openly oppose.

The twelve Magical Treasure Flying Warships anchored outside the city were enough to suppress any dissent!

Yet the White Tiger Sect, holding absolute dominance, did not act too harshly.

They compensated for the houses they requisitioned in the city, based on size and headcount.

One person was counted as three hundredths of a part; thus the old cultivator's family of five made one and half parts in compensation, plus their original two and a half parts, hence they received a four-part New Pact.

Once Flying Immortal City was rebuilt, he could use this New Pact to draw lots and get a new house covering four parts.

A New Pact is a new housing contract.

Getting a new house and an increase in space made the red-faced cultivator believe it was quite good.

The problem was that the old cultivator's family wanted to sell off their house and leave Flying Immortal City. According to the rules set by the White Tiger Sect, the New Pact in his hand could only exchange for two hundred Low Spirits.

That was much lower than the market value of the old house.

Of course, after the beast tide, even if the White Tiger Sect hadn't taken such actions, the value of the houses in the city would have inevitably plummeted.

So, whether they were at a loss was hard to say.

Regarding this, Wang Chen could only think: White Tiger really knows how to play the game!

The old cultivator had just drunk half a gourd of wine and was slightly tipsy. After being retorted by the red-faced cultivator, he immediately took out a New Pact from his Storage Bag, "Four-part New Pact, three hundred fifty Low Spirits, take it if you want it!"

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Everyone looked at each other in dismay, and not a single person spoke up.

The reason was simple, many present had also received a New Pact.

And just like the old cultivator, there were numerous others who wanted to leave Flying Immortal City and thus were unwilling to shell out Spirit Stones to acquire one.

Seeing that no one was reacting, the old cultivator bit his teeth, "Three hundred, I'll sell it for three hundred Spirit Stones!"

His family was set on leaving and definitely wouldn't take a new house in the city.

As long as the offer for this New Pact was slightly higher than the direct exchange value, he would sell it!

"Doesn't anyone want it for three hundred?"

The old cultivator's gaze swept around, revealing a look of disappointment, "Forget it, then I'll just…"

"I'll take it."

It was at this moment that Wang Chen spoke up, "I'll take it for three hundred Spirit Stones."

"Good!"

The old cultivator was overjoyed and hastily handed the New Pact to Wang Chen, "It's yours!"

The New Pact recognized the pact itself, not the person; anyone holding this deed could participate in the drawing and selection of houses, and it was allowed to be traded freely.

He was afraid Wang Chen would change his mind and almost forced it into his hands.

Wang Chen had no intention of reneging and took out three hundred Low Spirit to give to the other party.

Wang Chen's plan was to find a reliable team in Flying Immortal City next spring and head to the West Sea Spirit Domain.

Even if everything went smoothly, he would still have to stay here for nearly three months.

The original Flying Immortal City was a chaotic mix of all sorts, which Wang Chen disliked. Therefore, he chose to construct his own Cave Mansion in the wilderness by excavating tunnels, making himself a dwelling.

Now that the Cave Mansion was destroyed and he constantly faced the threat of Monster Beasts, moving into the city turned out to be a good choice.

Of course, it had to be the new one built by the White Tiger Sect, a Flying Immortal City protected by city walls and the City Protecting Great Array!

Wang Chen did not plan to stay long-term, so naturally, he did not share the concerns of other cultivators.

Moreover, Wang Chen felt that although people were currently panicking and many cultivators wanted to leave, once the new city was built and the situation stabilized, the prices of houses in the city would inevitably rise.

Then, selling it before leaving could earn him a good profit.

Although his idea might not be correct, for merely a few hundred Spirit Stones, Wang Chen could afford to take the gamble.

He even wanted to go big, "Anyone else who wants to sell, I'll buy at this price!"

Being alone in a strange land dealing in houses, Wang Chen had only been a slave to his mortgage in his previous life, but this time he was determined to become a landlord!

"I'll sell to you!"

"Mine's for you!"

"And mine, too."

As soon as Wang Chen finished speaking, several cultivators nearby immediately rushed to trade with him.

Wang Chen did not refuse any comer and acquired all the New Pacts at a price 50% higher than the base exchange rate.

Having earned a considerable amount of Spirit Stones by selling Talismans, even if he lost everything, it wouldn't be a problem.

Soon, the news that Wang Chen was "generously" buying New Pacts spread throughout the tent camp.

Many cultivators came running to sell their New Pacts to him.

Wang Chen bought hundreds of deeds in one go, stopping only when the Spirit Stones in his Storage Bag were almost depleted.

During this process, some cultivators who originally intended to sell changed their minds.

They kept their New Pacts, and a few of them even asked around to see if anyone was willing to sell.

Unintentionally, Wang Chen had started a small housing craze!

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The second update is here.