Favorite of the Beast-world: I Got Rich Through Farming-Chapter 329 - 214: You Can Fly Too + She’s All Alone

To vent her resentment and try to get Ze Sheng’s attention again, Lin Shaoxue started finding ways to cause trouble for the white-haired female silver foxes.

Every couple of days, the Beast Servants would tremble as they reported to Ze Sheng, delicately complaining about the latest trouble she had caused.

"King, that female seems to want you to go see her. Otherwise, I’m afraid she has no intention of stopping..."

The Beast Servants were in an extremely difficult position.

They knelt on the floor, their foreheads nearly touching the ground, not daring to look up at the revered and apathetic King Beast.

At first, everyone had respected the beautiful female. But after several days of her theatrics, the Beast Servants had long since grown impatient with her. Still, they had to treat her with courtesy because of the King.

At his desk, Ze Sheng rested his chin on one hand, his gaze fixed on the scroll painting he held. His posture was cool and languid, his apathy so profound it seemed nothing could pique his interest.

"She wants me to go over?" He let out a soft laugh and his lips twitched, but he said nothing more.

However, the Beast Servants who had served him for many years could already tell he was in a foul mood.

The King’s gentleness was only for outsiders. These old Beast Servants knew all too well what their King was really like in private.

Gloomy, withdrawn, apathetic, cold-blooded... Ever since that beautiful female had left, the once noble and proud King Beast of those years had long since fallen.

His Wamiya was so wonderful, not this ugly, malicious creature. Ze Sheng was vexed with himself for having mistaken this female for her before; it was an insult to Wamiya’s memory.

However, the reason he hadn’t driven this female away was because of the Power of Soul from another world that she possessed.

’What in the world is going on?’

’I have to figure this out.’

"The Old City Lord of the Qilin Royal City has gone to see the Beast God! King, the Elders of the Royal City request your presence to preside over the sacrificial rites." An urgent report suddenly came from outside the door.

"The Old Qilin... is gone?" Ze Sheng froze for a moment and set down the scroll in his hand.

The Beast Servants nodded in sorrow.

The departure of any King Beast, especially a natural-born King Beast with a special bloodline, was a tremendous loss for the continent.

Ze Sheng looked out the window. A hint of dismay and grief flickered in his narrow, enchanting purple eyes. He sighed softly, lamenting how things had changed. "We were good friends for decades. It was only in recent years, after he fell gravely ill and went into seclusion, that we grew distant. To think it’s only been a few months..."

He had performed a Divination back then that said the Old Qilin still had a few more years to live. He never expected the news of his passing to be so sudden. He stood up. "Both duty and sentiment demand that I go and preside over his rites. During this time, hand over the various affairs of the Royal City to the Nine-tailed Fox tribe."

...

In the sweltering heat of the hot season, all the plants were scorched and wilted, except for the giant Tyrant Flower planted in the open ground.

Many beastmen and Fierce Beasts had died in the Beast Fighting Arena. Their rotting flesh and blood became the richest nutrients in the soil, all of which the flower absorbed. It had doubled in size, and the once-ostentatious Tyrant Flower had now shyly closed its petals, as if it were about to bear fruit.

’Strange...’

Chi Li found it peculiar. He walked over and poked the closed petals. ’Doesn’t the Beast God Fruit only appear once every hundred years?’

’Could it be that the nutrients are so rich, it’s fruiting ahead of schedule?’

A few days later, the grand beast fighting competition held by Sheng’an City concluded. The final victor was a new tribe that had recently risen to fame—the Flame Lion Tribe.

Although the beast fighting competition was over, the beastmen’s revelry was just beginning.

Following the beast fighting competition was a hunting competition that would last for half a month.

To attract enthusiastic participation from the surrounding tribes, the city organized and hosted these events for free. So, how did Sheng’an City make money?

And just like that, a business opportunity presented itself.

The beastmen’s energy was drained during the day’s various frenzied competitions. By the time dusk fell and they returned to the city, they were in desperate need of food and water, and they flooded into the commercial districts in droves.

To make it easier to earn... ahem, no, to make it easier for their valued customers to spend, all sorts of commercial food streets and supermarkets were built near the Beast Fighting Arena and residential areas. This guaranteed that the moment they returned, sweating buckets, they would be met with the enticing aroma of the food streets.

Most of the beastmen from the surrounding tribes were still in a primitive, barbaric stage and were somewhat overwhelmed by this massive commercial system.

So, An Jin selected many quick-witted, silver-tongued beastmen to introduce the city’s various goods and delicacies to them one by one.

"This is sushi, a delicacy unique to our city. It’s made with plump, steamed grains of rice mixed with tender slices of meat and other fruits and vegetables. Every grain of rice is carefully selected, and every slice of meat is healthy and delicious. You’re guaranteed not to get any parasites from it, and it’s a favorite among females and children!"