Feng walked onto the stage to look at his opponent; what his eyes met was not an expected sight; it was a short, chubby youth that looked about Feng's age. This fatty was receiving many insults from the crowd.
"Get lost fatty!"
"What trick will this fatty use now that he is faced in front of the modern day asura!"
"Taoist Fat Merchant better find a reasonable excuse not to fight this time around!"
Back on the stage, the fatty whose bottom was being roasted by the insults merely shrugged and looked at his opponent. He then thought.
'This fellow looks like the kind of guy that only loves battle, see that smile on his face. To please someone like him, all you need to do is say you are paying for dinner, and he would allow you to be in your way.'
If Feng could hear what the opponent thought of him, he would have fallen to the ground and aggravated his weakness from coughing out too much blood.
Taoist fatty pretend coughed and looked at Feng with a smile and spoke;
"Brother Amitabha, there is no need for us to fight,"
Feng cocked his head and asked a question.
"I thought you were a Taoist?"
"Anyone can follow Buddha, dear benefactor,"
Sigh.
"Fatty, what's the deal here, it seems like you avoid fighting, and I want to fight."
"Friend, this is not the place to explain, why don't we go chat over it with a gourd of wine and barbecued meet like heroes of the past,"
'W-What an unbelievable degree of shamelessness, even Long Hu cannot compare with this fatty,'
Outside, Feng just kept an amiable smile and politely chatted with him.
"So might I know your name, Taoist?"
"Ah yes, my name is Shangren Zhifang of the Shangren clan."
It surprised Feng that this youth was from the same roots, and it also amused him; the definition of the chubby youth's name.
'Pfft, what kind of parent names their child Zhifang- Fat hahaha,'
In his mind, Damon gave a wicked smile and spoilt Feng's mood.
[What kind of parent would name their child Feng-Crazy, you both are in the same boat, his name is Fat Merchant while yours is Crazy Forest.]
'Old man only speak when you've learned to talk properly from your bad potty mouth!'
[Talking to your ancestor like a child, whatever, I guess I will make you respect me when I get my first payment!]
'What was that old man?'
[Eh! It was nothing, just the ramblings of a crazy old man. Anyway, consider this your first test, you need to befriend this person. From his name, he should belong to one of the supreme family clans in this dimension. If you help him, you will gain benefits like money and treasures.]
'Oh, so what you're telling me is this fatty is more useful than you if that is the case it is good to know.'
[Damn boy, just wait till I get a physical body, I'll bribe you for all the things you have.]
Feng had already left the mind space, so he didn't hear what Damon had said.
"Alright, Fatty, let's get going," Feng says, looking at the fatty.
'The teachings of the clan were correct, you can tell how to converse with a person from their aura, and you can also entice based on the kind of the aura they emit. This person has a battle induced aura, so it is obvious what would entice him.'
Both of them were using each other, and the fatty was wrong in reading Feng's aura; Feng was a person who had multiple auras, and they all came and went weirdly, the next time they were to meet Feng might feel like skinning people, it was his mysterious nature.
Both of them strode towards the speechless match supervisor. They simultaneously conceded this was a rare sight in the history of Feng's matches but was incredibly frequent in the battle history of this fatty.
They walked out of the Warriors arena, leaving a speechless crowd and dumbfounded employers.
...
In the Vip seatings, a fat shirtless immortal laughed and played with his facial hair.
"Hoho, I the Pang Shen sovereign got lucky with this competitor I hired."
"A mere sovereign is speaking so arrogantly."
The person who spoke was a black-robed youth who had a mysterious air around him. If Feng were here at this moment, he would feel a familiarity from the energy and atmosphere of this black-robed youth.
The Pang Shen sovereign had a few droplets on his forehead and swiftly spoke.
"Ah senior Ghost King this junior was merely speaking words of pride, and they meant nothing. Please forgive this junior."
This black-robed youth was actually an earth immortal on the level of the reincarnated Dire Wolf Immortal.
The youth snorted and looked back at the fighting area.
'Good thing that senior isn't petty, or else I might have lost my life this time.'
...
In a Valley filled with lights, two youths, one a little on the slim side compared to the fat youth by his side, both of them were eating a bowl of steaming ramen and drank from a bottle of sake.
"So Daoist you never told me your name,"
"I am Lin Feng,"
"Ok, Daoist Feng, let me explain to you the reason that I use those methods to win my matches."
"...."
Following this, a long tale of sadness and cliche was told.
"I am your average rich young master, trash in cultivating and always uses status to bully, well it meant nothing in my clan. We are the descendants of the original merchants all over the world, most of the descendants were like me, so I didn't get reprimanded a lot,"
"My Shangren clan sold many things; Equipment, Aether Techs, Techniques, Magic and Spiritual cultivation methods, we also specialize in intelligence services, treasures, Magical beasts and last of all slaves of all levels. With only nadis, and we could get powerful experts to aid us, that is why we, the third generation, did not fear offending people or powerful experts. Most of the time, it was us being feared."
"Ah, ok, but quick question, what is this aether tech thingy?"
The fatty looked at Feng strangely before answering.
"An Aether Tech is a mechanical device that is similar to a mech from your dimension. It is powered by Spiritual Energy and Mana, an aether tech has multiple methods of usage, but only a few people have mastered it. If you help me, I can upgrade your mech to an aether tech."
"Hmm, little fatty, how did you know that I was from another dimension?"
"Hehe, did you forget we also specialize in intelligence services, as long as words in the fantasy dimension are spoken where the Heavens and the Earth can hear, we the Shangren clan also hear."
He immediately understood that was how he found out his origins.
"Ah, I see, continue with your pity story."
"...."
"Yes. As I was saying"
"One day I uhh raped a girl, she umm became pregnant, and the elders punished me, she was from a family with a respectable background; my soon to be in-laws said I had to stay in the hell sector of the warrior's arena for one month."
"They wanted a powerful man for their daughter. The reason I came to you is that we are with the same plight of staying in the warrior's arena hell mode. My one month will be over in a few days, but I'm not sure I can make it through this next few days, which is why I ask you, the heir of the celestial demon clan, to help me."
At first, it amused Feng of the fact that the reason he came to the Warriors arena was that he used his playboy status and impregnated a girl who had a good enough background for his clan to punish him in this way. Then he rewinded his memory and remembered the last words of the fatty.
'The heir of the celestial demon clan.'
"!!!!"
Feng was alarmed and pulled the fatty's ear towards his face and whisper yelled in it.
"Fatty, you better make sure your mouth does not go around spreading information that no one should know!"
The fatty drew back and placed his hands in front of his body.
"Relax Lin Feng, as long as no one asks for your premium information on you. You should be all right."
"Tsk, Fine, by the way, call me Feng, little fatty."
"Feng sounds too informal, and I will call you Big Brother Feng from now on."
"...."
"Whatever Fatty, just make sure when I help you out, I get some rewards."
"Yes, Big brother, don't worry, I will even get you a reward now."
Saying this, he snapped his fingers, and a few black-clothed individuals appeared by his side. It was at this moment Feng realized the shameless fatty played him.
'This little bastard! He has guards, and they seem to be stronger than me. He could probably survive a year in hell mode with these kinds of guards.'
[Hoho, this little boy has a little skill after all.]
'Aren't you meant to be working right now?'
[I am, can't you see that I am gathering material for my next chapter.]
'Tsk.'
In the real world, the black-clothed individuals held a wooden box and presented it to Shangren Zhifang, who, in turn, gave it to Feng.
Feng had a surprised expression and opened the box. In it, he saw a book on it which said.
"Spiritual Energy For Dummies"
"...."
'Is this really a medieval dimension? They are things that are found on earth; Webnovels, aether techs, and even a For Dummies book, this dimension is just...'
Feng cleared his head of such thoughts and questioned the fatty with a cocked head.
"Hmm, why not a mana book first?"
"You already have mana, and you can't control or use it, your mana has already reached the limit that you can attain without training, you need to train to advance your mana quality and quantity. So it means you cannot increase the mana in your body without spiritual energy. And I am sure your employer would give you a better mana technique than I would,"
'Che, I highly doubt that you, the main descendant of the Merchand Deity clan, to not have a good enough mana technique for me.'
But of course, Feng did not say this out loud, but he merely smiled at the fatty who continued speaking.
"Alright big brother Feng let us go to this popular flower-house; they call it the Divine Fairy Cave."
This fatty wanted to go to a brothel after conducting an important transaction. One could see how carefree he was.
...
In a three-story building with decorative lights, the sounds of pleasured moaning were heard, and the creaking of beds resounded throughout the street where the flower-house was located.
Tonight the Gonfa Valley felt livelier than ever.
...
Feng had returned to his place in the warrior's arena after the rigorous activity in the flower-house. He walked to his bland bed and sat down in a lotus position. He then practiced the methods in the spiritual energy book.
His breathing was stable and regulated, but nothing was happening, Feng kept performing the method mentioned in the book for about thirty minutes, all the while his physical power was being sapped and wondered what was happening.
Just as his physical power was on the last drop, a clear stream of energy descended from the heavens and entered Feng's pores. His eyes glowed with a bright light that seemed to stare into one's soul. His physical strength was instantly restored, and his soul strengthened, enabling him to reach greater heights.
At the same time, a golden aura descended from the heavens, and his origin and genetic energy improved by one level, he had now achieved a breakthrough to Gold rank, inching closer to his dream of being the best.