I Can Grant Origin Powers To Anything

Put everything in order.

Xu Lingjun spent an extra academic credit to take them to the second floor of the cafeteria to taste the fresh demon beast meat.

It's all made from fresh demon beast meat.

It's not that he's stingy, but unless you're a martial artist, consuming the flesh of the mysterious races of the heavens may not be a good thing, and in terms of taste, demon beast meat has a unique flavor that satisfies the palate.

After being full and satisfied.

He took Father Wang to buy clothes.

He carried two large suitcases, mostly filled with cash.

In his opinion, using money to pave the way can't go wrong, and as for the weather, how cold can it be?

Then, he was taught a lesson by the weather in the Bei Xuanwu Martial Mansion, with the bone-chilling wind biting through the air and sneaking into the collar, feeling life-threatening.

Buying clothes quickly was the sensible thing to do.

Wang Qingya and Su Huanqing didn't show much interest; they clearly had other plans.

Since they successfully entered the Martial Mansion, they naturally wanted to explore the surrounding area thoroughly...

The four of them split into two groups.

Xu Lingjun and Wang Tiancheng went to the living area while the two of them disappeared around a corner, who knows where they went.

However, the atmosphere in the Bei Xuanwu Martial Mansion is very good, and there's even a patrol team there. Xu Lingjun spent 20 academic credits to sponsor each of them, so there's no need to worry about any unexpected incidents.

Besides, how many unexpected incidents can really happen...

Xu Lingjun's reputation has already been established throughout the Bei Xuanwu Martial Mansion, and he straightforwardly told Wang Qingya and Su Huanqing, if anyone dares to bother you, just drop my name, it will definitely work.

Though those high-tier students might not regard his strength highly, they have to consider his popularity.

Zuo Bufan hit Xu Lingjun, and then was chased and beaten all the way by hundreds of students; in the end, all the students were pressured to sever ties with him as a teaching assistant, and this incident spread all over. Everyone knows about it.

Though eventually, all the students restored their relationship with him.

But that was because Zuo Bufan sacrificed a Bei Xuanwu Order to apologize and compensate.

So, even though these high-tier students think their strength is above Xu Lingjun's, if they really started a fight, they wouldn't necessarily be able to handle those more than a thousand students...

And they must consider the feelings of the students; no one wants to be surrounded and beaten by hundreds of students, right?

Therefore, Xu Lingjun wasn't really worried about safety issues...

And Xu Lingjun accompanied Wang Tiancheng to the living area, where they first spent money on a military overcoat, which, though not very stylish, provided excellent warmth.

Then, he bought four or five leather jackets in one go, making it seem as if he was planning to stay long-term.

After warming up for a while, Wang Tiancheng finally let out a long breath of relief,

his eyes sweeping over the bustling streets back and forth, with a clear purpose.

Xu Lingjun asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Nothing much, just feels like the consumption here is quite high."

Wang Tiancheng rubbed his chin and said, "Xiaojun, do you know what kind of permit is required to open a shop here?"

"It seems you need a direct relative who's a current student to put up a 200-academic credit guarantee to open a shop in the Bei Xuanwu Martial Mansion."

Wang Tiancheng asked, "In that case, might need your help, Xiaojun. How about we start a business together here?"

Xu Lingjun replied, "But the rent here is very expensive, and doing business here isn't really cost-effective."

"No worries, I'll just buy the place outright, so there'll be no rent to pay, right?"

Wang Tiancheng laughed, "You fork over two hundred academic credits, I'll invest two hundred million... Bei Xuanwu Martial Mansion is practically a small city, filled with martial artists who are essentially wealthy, they're all cash cows, just waiting for us to take their money. Once we turn a profit, we'll split it seventy-thirty, you get seventy, I get thirty!"

Seeing Xu Lingjun not responding, Wang Tiancheng asked, "What, is that too little? Okay, you get eighty, I get twenty... No, how about you get ninety, and I get ten, I should at least have enough left to pay the staff's salary, right?"

"Father Wang, you..."

Xu Lingjun understood what Wang Tiancheng was implying.

He had grumbled before about wanting to expand his business to Bei Xuanwu Martial Mansion, this way, he could constantly monitor his living condition, and arrange for someone to take care of him nearby.

To him, this might be an old father's way of expressing concern for his child, and perhaps that's how Sister Yaya feels too.

"Achoo."

At this moment, Wang Qingya, walking hand in hand with Su Huanqing down another street in the living area, sneezed cutely, then rubbed her slightly red nose from the cold and said, "It's so cold here, I think I'm catching a cold."

"Why don't you go back? There's heating in the room."

"No, I need to buy something for Xiaojun, and everything here is so lovely, don't you want to shop?"

Su Huanqing said, "I'm not interested in activities costing more than a dollar."

"I don't have money either, my dad is really stingy with me; I've been earning my own pocket money till now, but having no money doesn't stop us from looking, right?"

"That's true."

The two girls continued moving forward.

Meanwhile...

Xu Lingjun asked, "So Father Wang, what business do you plan to start?"

Wang Tiancheng asked, "Do you have something you particularly like to eat?"

As expected, this was just too obvious.

Your store is clearly meant for me to freeload from.

He shrugged, "You don't have to think about that; I eat at the cafeteria every day, unless you buy out the cafeteria, but I think that's impossible... Besides, I eat the meats of the mysterious races of the heavens, which depend on what sort of mysterious clan we encounter on the battlefield."

"You can't eat the same thing every day; no matter how delicious, three days in a row and it turns into pig slop. No, tell me what you love to eat."

Wang Tiancheng asked, "In such a cold place, is there an ice cream shop?"

"Bankrupt."

Xu Lingjun said, "It went out of business just a few days after I arrived."

Wang Tiancheng asked in surprise, "Don't they know the perks of eating ice cream in cold weather? It's refreshing."

"It is refreshing."

Xu Lingjun said speechlessly, "But the problem is the high rent makes the ice cream prices sky-high, and with the extreme cold here, you just need to pour some milk with sugar and juice outside overnight to make homemade ice cream. People love to eat it, but they love making it themselves even more."

"Then I'd better take a good look around; I plan to start small to find footing, then slowly expand, covering everything from food, clothing, shelter, to daily necessities, ultimately taking over the entire street, putting all your favorite foods, clothes, and items in one place to maximize your time savings. You won't even have to shop; just hand the list to the staff and they'll prepare everything for you."

Wang Tiancheng dragged Xu Lingjun by the arm, indicating he wanted him to accompany him for a good stroll.

Xu Lingjun obediently followed behind him... It's the concern from an elder, even though he felt it wasn't necessary, it was the only thing he could do for him, so he naturally wouldn't refuse.

The living area really wasn't much different from a regular street.

Furniture, household appliances, all necessities of life were available.

The dozens of bustling streets were even subdivided into pedestrian streets, snack streets, appliance streets, and so on... categorized meticulously.

The two of them walked for over three hours, barely managing to look through all the surrounding shops.

Wang Tiancheng, deep in thought, said, "Seems like there's no hot pot here, and I know Xiaojun, you love hot pot the most. Should I open a hot pot city here?"

Xu Lingjun was instantly speechless.

Hot pot?

Now that's a great idea.

Unfortunately, Bei Xuanwu Martial Mansion has all kinds of food, as students come from all over, as do their families, but no hot pot.

The reason being, eating hot pot is extremely time-consuming, and for these students, time is the most scarce resource.

Especially as Bei Xuanwu Martial Mansion is vast, making the distances between the six large areas very far, and everyone is busy.

Everyone squeezes out their individual time for meals, eating quickly and leaving, not wasting a moment.

To expect three to five friends to meet, spend half an hour getting there just to eat hot pot for an hour or two, and then another half hour returning...

Coming and going, two to three hours are gone, who can afford such indulgence?

It's a miracle if this business doesn't end up in bankruptcy.

But seeing Wang Tiancheng's enthusiasm, Xu Lingjun could only helplessly shake his head, saying, "Fine, if it makes you happy, Father Wang."