Getting Rich

Get rich

As soon as Mo Fan finished speaking, Little Thunder Spirit blinked its big eyes, then withdrew the small arc of electricity and continued to play innocent while perched on his shoulder.

The Dark Wolf Beast remained wary, circling Mo Fan halfway around, clearly having already listed this new little guy as a key target for its guard.

Mo Fan ignored them, but his eyes lit up when he glanced at the wolf carcasses lying haphazardly outside the valley entrance.

"I almost forgot about the important matter!"

Even if the materials from so many one-eyed demon wolves are of poor quality, they can still fetch a lot of money when sold!

Without saying a word, Mo Fan immediately pounced on the corpse and began skillfully collecting it.

He would first dig out the valuable wolf eyes, remove the intact fangs, and collect the best-preserved fur and bones. If he encountered a wolf that had been charred too badly by lightning, Mo Fan would click his tongue twice with a pained expression.

"What a waste, what a waste! This one could have sold for tens of thousands more—"

"Old Wolf, focus on the important parts, but don't just keep shooting at the heads, you'll ruin the quality!"

The Dark Wolf Beast stood to the side and growled, giving off an expression that said, "Why didn't you complain that I went too far when we were fighting?"

Mo Fan's hands moved swiftly, calculating as he went, and the more he calculated, the wider his grin became.

"This trip has made me incredibly rich."

Mo Fan collected all the materials that could still be sold into his storage magic tool, then straightened up and clapped his hands.

"Done."

The valley entrance has become quiet.

The wolf king led his pack away, and there was unlikely to be any major disturbances in the Northern Wilderness Ridge tonight. Mo Fan didn't plan to pursue them further. They'd already caused too much trouble; who knew what else they might unearth if they went any deeper?

"Back to Bocheng."

He flipped himself onto the ghost wolf and casually patted its neck.

The old wolf was still a little unsatisfied, letting out a low growl. The little lightning spirit on his shoulder cuddled the dark lightning silk that Mo Fan had condensed, looking completely satisfied, not taking the chaotic battle just now seriously at all.

Mo Fan rubbed his temples and said, "You two are both incredibly carefree."

The wolf beast carried him down the mountain path and headed straight for Bo City.

Not long after running off, the Shadow Wolf suddenly slowed down, sniffing the rocky slope to the side, its ears perking up.

Mo Fan immediately flipped over and landed on his feet.

"Is there something?"

There was blood among the rubble.

A few steps further on, a tuft of charred wolf fur still clung to the cliff face, faint traces of tri-colored flames remaining on it.

Mo Fan's eyes lit up.

"A ghostly, eerie wolf?"

That punch wasn't for nothing; this guy actually fell behind.

The Shadow Wolf had already followed the scent and entered. The rocky slope was low-lying, with loose rocks on both sides, making it a perfect hiding place for a heavily wounded wolf.

Mo Fan followed behind, already holding a lightning bolt in his hand.

Before they had taken more than a few steps, a pair of eerie green wolf eyes appeared in the shadows ahead.

The eerie, ghostly wolf slowly emerged.

Its injuries were more severe than Mo Fan had anticipated. Large areas of its abdomen and side were charred black, and the wounds were open.

But when it saw Mo Fan, the hatred in its eyes exploded instantly.

"Awooo!!!!!"

It pounced suddenly.

Mo Fan raised his hand and unleashed a lightning seal.

"Lightning Seal - Rage Strike!"

The dark arc of lightning struck its forelimbs, causing the ghostly wolf to stagger and its attack to falter.

At the same time, the Dark Wolf Beast had already crashed into it!

It is evident that the old wolf has taken the concept of "a wolf relying on its master's power" to an extremely high level.

The two wolves were locked in a fierce struggle in the blink of an eye, tearing and biting with their claws, sending stones flying everywhere.

Mo Fan didn't rush to intervene, but kept his eyes fixed on the eerie Nether Wolf.

This thing won't last much longer.

Sure enough, after only a few rounds, the wound on its abdomen reopened, blood flowing down its belly, and its movements noticeably slowed down.

Mo Fan immediately shouted, "Old Wolf, hold it down!"

The Dark Wolf roared and used its limbs to push against the struggling creature, forcefully pressing it into the rubble.

The ghostly wolf was still kicking with its forelegs and hind legs, making a whimpering sound from its throat.

It was as if it was saying to the old wolf, "What kind of wolf is a wolf that relies on its master's power? Let's have a one-on-one fight."

"Old Wolf, get out of the way!"

Mo Fan had already raised his fist.

"Fierce Fist!"

The flames transformed into a fist about one meter in diameter and shot towards the Ghostly Wolf.

boom!

The wave of fire sent the ghostly wolf tumbling several meters. Already on its last breath, the shock rendered it unable to even roar.

The opportunity to make a difference has arrived!

The Ghost Wolf suddenly braked in mid-air, using its fiery wings and forepaws to attack the Ghostly Dark Wolf. In an instant, the wolf's jaws snapped shut on its throat.

Click!

The sound of bone cracking was crisp and clear.

The eerie ghost wolf twitched a few times, its claws leaving several marks on the ground, but it didn't last long before it became completely still.

The rocky slope suddenly became quiet.

The Ghost Wolf Beast finally relented, shaking the blood off its head, its chest heaving violently.

Mo Fan went over and glanced at the wounds it had sustained in the fight with the Netherworld Wolf. They weren't serious; just superficial injuries that would heal in a couple of days.

Looking at the eerie, ghostly wolf on the ground, he couldn't suppress the urge to smile.

"God is making me rich, there's no stopping me..."

Demon bones, essence blood, and wolf soul—any one of them is more valuable than the one-eyed demon wolf.

Mo Fan efficiently processed the materials, becoming increasingly satisfied with each batch.

"Not bad, not bad."

He put the last item into his storage space, stood up, and clapped his hands.

"Let's go back to Bocheng."

The Dark Wolf Beast let out a low growl and crouched down again.

Mo Fan mounted the horse and, under the cover of night, rode away along the mountain path.

As we entered the city, the sky was already faintly turning white.

Mo Fan returned to Bocheng, packed his things, and lay down on the bed. Just as he was about to close his eyes and get some sleep, his body suddenly stopped.

He stared at the roof for two seconds, his brows furrowing slightly, before sitting up straight cross-legged again.

"That's not right."

Mo Fan wiped his face, his mind racing, and the more he thought about it, the more something seemed off.

"That Zhan Kong guy—does he still owe me money?"

He leaned against the bed, squinting as he frantically searched for his memories. His fingers unconsciously tapped twice on his leg, and then his eyes lit up.

The corpse of the Winged Wolf!

That debt still hasn't been settled!

Mo Fan, who had just been feeling a bit sleepy, was now completely wide awake. As if electrified, he rolled over and sat up in bed.

"No wonder I always felt like I was underpaying."

"So the money is still in someone else's pocket."

The more I think about it, the more I feel I've lost out, and the more I can't sleep.

Mo Fan couldn't stay still any longer. He reached out and grabbed the communicator next to him, his movements so swift it was as if he was afraid the money would grow legs and run away.

As soon as the call connected, he asked, "Monkey, where are you?"

There was a moment of surprise on the other end, then came the monkey's voice: "Snow Peak Mountain Inn, what's up, Brother Fan?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Fan leaned forward, his tone becoming more energetic.

Is Zhan Kong here?

"Yes, I'm here."

The moment those two words were uttered, Mo Fan's lips curled into a wide grin.

Okay, as long as he's here, that's good.

He didn't even bother to put on his shoes properly; he kicked off the bed and stood up abruptly, grabbed his coat, slung it over his shoulder, and headed for the door.

"OK."

"I'm going to collect the debt from him."