My husband Can Cultivate-Chapter 242 Spoiled Young Miss

"You can always do manual labor, right?" Yang Qi said. "Besides, you're only in your thirties. It's not too late to learn a new skill. The Qifei Group has night classes. You can definitely make a name for yourself there. Most importantly, it's safe."

"Okay, I'll go!" Bai Chuan nodded. Scraping by was just too difficult, and he didn't want to live like this anymore.

"That's more like it. When you get there, just ask for Ye Fei. I'll give him a call," Yang Qi said as he stood up. "Alright, I'm off. Miss Bai, I'll leave the matter of the celebrity to you!"

"Of course!" Bai Yumei nodded again.

When Yang Qi returned home, the Wolf King already had good news for him. "Master Chen was thrilled when he heard you were the one asking for his help. He said he was so excited he could barely sleep. And it's not just Master Chen—Chairman Yao Ran of the Kang City Elixir Medicine Association also volunteered to offer his support."

"Hmph. So Yao Ran finally knows how to repay a debt," Yang Qi nodded. "Tell Chen Guo there's no need to rush. First, spread the news that he's coming to Kang City. The bigger the impact, the better. I want him to become the center of attention. That way, his advertisement will be far more effective!"

"Understood, Boss! I'll go make the arrangements right now!" the Wolf King said with a smile.

While the Kang City Business Alliance and the wealthiest Fan Family thought they had stifled the Qifei Group's publicity, they had no idea that the group was quietly laying its own plans. They were in for a big surprise.

With the arrangements made, Yang Qi found himself with some free time and decided to head to the medicinal herb market to browse for ingredients.

One shouldn't underestimate a market like this. Sometimes, you can really find treasures. Some of the mountain folk don't know the value of the herbs they pick. They just bring them here to sell, and you might stumble upon a potent herb that's over a hundred years old.

Yang Qi was feeling a strong sense of crisis. The opponents he was facing were growing stronger and stronger. If his Cultivation remained at the First Layer of the Foundation Establishment Stage, it would become a truly agonizing situation. Moreover, he might not be able to fulfill the promise he made to Lin Qingxuan.

"Boss, most of the herbs here are common," the Wolf King remarked. "They're harvested within a year or two at most. I doubt we'll find anything truly valuable. If you want to buy the good stuff, we should go to an auction house."

"Not necessarily," Yang Qi said with an unconcerned smile. "There are fakes at auction houses, and there are genuine treasures here. We have nothing better to do, so let's just look around."

As the Wolf King had said, ninety-nine percent of the herbs in the market were less than a year old. They were fine for treating common illnesses, but for Alchemy and Immortal Cultivation, they were a pipe dream.

However, just as they were about to leave the street, Yang Qi suddenly stopped and strode toward a specific stall. An old man sat there with a snakeskin bag in front of him, on which lay a few freshly picked herbs, some still vibrant and fresh. Yang Qi wasn't interested in the others, but one particular fruit caught his eye.

Isn't that the Bianque fruit needed to refine the Foundation Establishment Pill? And from the looks of it, it has to be at least several decades old. A true treasure!

"Old sir, how much for this fruit?" Yang Qi asked with a smile.

The old man glanced at him and said, "Five hundred."

"You old timer, are you trying to rip people off? Five hundred for one fruit? Why don't you just go rob someone!" the Wolf King grumbled, displeased.

The old man looked at him, a flicker of fear in his eyes. Before he could speak, Yang Qi had already scanned the code and paid.

Five hundred. I didn't dare offer more. This Bianque fruit is worth at least one or two hundred thousand, but if I offered too much, he might get suspicious and refuse to sell. That's just how business works. I can always help the old gentleman out in other ways later.

"Hold on! I want that. I'll give you ten thousand for it!" a familiar voice suddenly declared as a hand snatched the Bianque fruit away.

Yang Qi's brow furrowed slightly. Did I run into someone else who knows its value?

When he turned to look, he couldn't help but sneer. Seems I overestimated her. It was none other than Fan Ruobing, the young lady of the city's wealthiest family.

"Ten thousand!" the stall owner said, clearly hesitating. "I'm not selling it to you anymore! This lady offered more!"

Yang Qi had felt a pang of guilt, but hearing the stall owner's words, he let out a cold snort. Some people truly aren't worth your pity. I was planning to help this old man in the future, but who knew he was this kind of person? How could he go back on a sale that's already been made?

Yang Qi stated coolly, "A deal is a deal. I've already paid. It's too late for regrets. Fan Ruobing, give the fruit back, or you're going to have a bad day."

"Haha, make me have a bad day?" Fan Ruobing laughed coldly. "If you're poor, you shouldn't be out shopping. I'd rather smash this fruit to bits than give it back to you!"

"Are you deliberately looking for trouble?" Yang Qi asked.

I see it now. Fan Ruobing is just here to pick a fight. She has no idea what the Bianque fruit actually is.

"So what if I am? I'm rich. What are you going to do about it?" Fan Ruobing had brought bodyguards with her today—strong ones. She wasn't the least bit afraid of Yang Qi.

Yang Qi's expression turned icy. "Fan Ruobing, when I speak to you politely, I'm giving you a chance. Don't throw it away. Give me back the fruit, or don't blame me for what happens next."

"Haha, I'm so scared!" she taunted. "I'm the granddaughter of Fan Shengren, the richest man in the city. Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

"Fan Shengren? So what?" Yang Qi retorted. "I haven't even settled the score with the Fan Family for what you did to the Qifei Group, and now you're coming to me for trouble. It seems the Fan Family is tired of existing!"

Without another word, he gently flicked his finger. Fan Ruobing's hand stung with a sudden pain, and the fruit flew from her grasp, landing perfectly in Yang Qi's palm.

"Ow, my hand!" Fan Ruobing yelped, clutching her wrist. "I order you to give that fruit back right now, or I'll make you regret it!"

"Haha, order me? Who do you think you are?" Yang Qi scoffed. "Wolf King, let's go." He couldn't be bothered with the idiotic woman and turned to leave.

"Stop him!" Fan Ruobing shrieked.

A dozen men instantly moved to surround Yang Qi and the Wolf King.

"Fan Ruobing, I advise you not to do anything foolish. You'll be the only one who gets hurt," Yang Qi said coldly.

I really can't be bothered to argue with a woman, but she has crossed my bottom line.

"Cut the crap! You're not leaving here today until you hand over that fruit! Don't think I'm just playing around," Fan Ruobing declared smugly. She waved her hand, and a middle-aged man stepped forward.

"Kid, hand it over," the man said. "Otherwise, you won't be able to bear the consequences."

"Not only do I want the fruit, I want him to kneel and apologize to me!" Fan Ruobing shouted like a shrew.

"Kneel and apologize to you? Haha," Yang Qi said with sarcasm. "Are you even worthy?"

"Beat him to death!" Fan Ruobing screamed.