Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System

Nobody knew exactly why, but maybe it was because Fang Jueyu kept tricking him, or perhaps he was worried about not having enough credits to compete for that intact Divine Weapon at the end. Wang Genji flat-out refused to get involved with the auctioning of the remaining four Divine Weapon Fragments.

But that didn't dampen the enthusiasm of the other Demigods. In the end, these five Divine Weapon Fragments were sold for between 50 billion to 80 billion credits each.

If we only talked about wealth, Fang Jueyu's Ming Sect could probably rank in the top ten of all the guilds in Founder City now.

"Hmph, if it weren't for that final Divine Weapon Fragment, I'd definitely fight you old geezers to the end!"

"Hahaha, who doesn't know you're just a patron deity! Over the years, you've given tons of credits to your disciples, haven't you? I bet you've only got two to three hundred billion credits left at most; what are you going to compete with?"

"Hahaha, did you really think I took on so many disciples for free? They're just some credits, right? All I have to do is speak up, and they'll all rush to lend them to me. Unlike you, Lamuket, did you enjoy spending those 80 billion credits just now?"

"Hmph, I can't compete with you now, but don't get too cocky. You should think about how many credits Wang Genji has."

The final, most anticipated item hadn't even been presented yet, and all the Demigods were already arguing with each other. After all, there was only one Divine Weapon up for auction, and ultimately there could only be one winner.

"So next, is the moment that everyone's been waiting for!" Fang Jueyu returned to the center of the auction platform, "I assume all of you deans are here today for this very last auction item, right?"

"Hey, Fang kid, cut the crap, we're all busy, just get on with it!"

"Yeah, skip the empty talk, we don't want to hear it!"

"You dare disrespect the Hierarch? Asking for trouble!" The Ming Sect's Three Guardian Dharma Kings stepped forward with a look ready to fight to the death.

"Whack, whack, whack!" Fang Jueyu rapped their heads with his knuckles, but their skulls were so hard that his finger joints nearly shattered.

"What did I say? I am not only your Hierarch, but also a student. A student should respect their teachers, got it? How dare you be so impolite to the school deans—are you trying to ruin my reputation as Hierarch?"

"He's at it again!" The students who had witnessed this scene seemed unfazed, but the Demigods who were present for the first time were nearly scared to death.

Damn it, aren't you all Demigods too? Yet you let a Divine Ability User boss you around like that—where's your dignity?

Besides, did Fang Jueyu seriously mean it when he mentioned "respect your teachers"? At best, the deans are just leaders of Fang Jueyu's school, not really teachers in any meaningful sense.

But Wang Genji was his bona fide teacher, and the two had just been at each other's throats for the past five hundred rounds, hurling insults that made no sense. Respect your teachers, my foot. Can he have a bit of decency?

The three Demigods were hammered into submission by Fang Jueyu and slunk back behind him.

"Alright, I'm about to reveal the Divine Weapon, everyone stand back!" Fang Jueyu cautioned.

"Stand back? Is there danger?"

"Hard to say, the power of Divine Weapons is beyond us all. Better safe than sorry."

"Ms. Momotani!"

"Yes, Hierarch!"

Momotani Erika pointed casually as a piece of metal clanked onto the auction stage.

"This is Mogra Alloy, the toughest alloy in the universe!"

"What's he doing with that? Is he showing off this relic?"

"No, as a mere Divine Ability User, he can't possibly wield a Divine Weapon's power—watch this!"

"Mr. Galen, would you mind?" Fang Jueyu called behind him.

"Mr. Galen? What? Is someone else here?"

"Impossible, even if there was someone, there's no way they could escape our senses!"

"Demacia!" With a loud and spirited roar, an armored figure descended from the sky, gripping a two-meter-long giant sword in his hands. Accompanied by a streak of golden light, he pierced the Mogra Alloy right through.

"As expected! Another Demigod!"

"The armor on him seems like a Divine Weapon too, a complete Divine Weapon!"

"Is he also from the God-Luxury civilization?"

"Stop talking, I'm already a little baffled."

...

"What's all this theatrics?" Fang Jueyu kicked the big Demigod in the butt, "You've pierced our roof. That's coming out of your pay!"

Fang Jueyu walked up to the front of the stage, "Let me introduce, this Divine Weapon is called 'Great Sword,' a legendary artifact from the God-Luxury civilization. I guess I'm making a bit of a sacrifice today selling it to you. The starting price is 200 billion credits."

"200 billion? My God! Who can afford that?"

"Hehe, a complete Divine Weapon is a priceless treasure. Even 200 billion credits are quite a bargain!"

"Divine Weapon, it really is a complete Divine Weapon!" Many of the Demigods' breaths quickened upon seeing the Great Sword—such treasures are rare opportunities!

"Ugh, such poor folks!" Seeing their eager expressions, Fang Jueyu couldn't help shaking his head.

Even Divine Weapons are classified by rank, and this 'Great Sword,' as appraised by Little Yi, is the crummiest of the bunch. Fang Jueyu didn't care for it at all; he'd find it too cumbersome even to use for cooking.

But in the eyes of these Demigods, it's a priceless treasure!

"210 billion credits!"

"220 billion!"

"230 billion, don't anyone dare try to outbid me, or else..."

"Or else what? You think we're afraid? 250 billion!"

"Indeed, with the Divine Weapon in hand, let's see who bails first! 260 billion!"

"Disciple, do you still have credits? Hurry and transfer some to me, your master has urgent need! Yes yes, and I'll give you free lessons for 100 years!"

"Old man, didn't your disciple take a fancy to mine? Give me this one, and I'll agree to the marriage!"

"Get lost, that's a separate issue. If you don't back down, your disciple can forget about marrying mine forever!"

"You old bastard, pulling a dirty trick!"

...

For this Divine Weapon, all the Demigods went crazy, resorting to absurdly childish antics.

Some even began stalling for time, as some had just found out about this and hadn't had time to gather enough credits to bid for the Divine Weapon.

"500 billion credits!"

"What?"

"Who is it!"

Everyone turned their gaze to find a figure glowing in golden light emerging from the haze.

"Pr...Principal?"

"Principal, you're here too?"

"Hahaha, I'm quite interested in this Divine Weapon too!" The golden Demigod said. "It's okay, you can continue bidding. Don't mind my identity!"

"Bastard, that dirty, cunning old fox!" Wang Genji was gritting his teeth in the corner.

This Cosmic Federation School was founded by the Principal, and the credit system was his brainchild too. If he wanted credits, all he'd have to do is input a string of numbers into his intelligent programs. If he's bidding, the rest of us can just give up!

"Tut tut tut, who knew even the Principal was so shameless!" Fang Jueyu shook his head.

It's like currency wars on Earth—all international transactions are settled in US Dollars. If the United States runs out of money, they just print more. It's no big deal!

"Haha, host, there's no helping it. The allure of a Divine Weapon is just too strong, and no Demigod can resist it."

"Sigh, I was hoping to make more," Fang Jueyu sighed. It seemed it would end here.

"Boom!" Fang Jueyu brought down the gavel. "500 billion credits, sold!"