Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree-Chapter 48 - 45 Martial Arts Sharp Qi

"Bage's meaning is that this crowdfunding is aimed at those families and large corporations?"

"Of course."

Ji Jingqiu thought for a while and suddenly felt no psychological pressure: "Then let's just crowdfund. What's the big deal? If something really goes wrong, I can just follow that predecessor's footsteps and flee in the night with my belongings."

Hearing him say this, Zhang Chongba couldn't help but laugh and cry, hesitated for a moment, but still swallowed some words.

Let's put it this way, you have two rich friends who provide for your cultivation on ordinary days, treat you year after year with fine food and drink, treating you like beloved and close friends, like brothers. But one day, their offspring commit a grave mistake, punishable by death according to Federation Law, or they offended someone they shouldn't have, a powerful individual you can't deal with. They come to you, humbly asking for your help for their child. Would you help or not?

Spending money is just the first step, the scary part is spending emotions.

However, Zhang Chongba still didn't say these words.

Because this is quite distant from Ji Jingqiu's situation.

If there really was such a situation, it would have to be a young martial artist who has already shown exceptional natural talent.

Like Arrogant Sun, Bright Moon.

"Alright, since you're interested, I'll help you make the connections," Zhang Chongba said. "You've ignited Heart Fire just by refining your body, this alone actually qualifies you as a genius. Just don't go astray, and in the future, you will very likely reach the Fifth Realm and higher."

Ji Jingqiu nodded; just reaching Body Refining Realm would cost over ten million, he couldn't even dare to think about the True Seed beyond that.

He suddenly asked, "Bage, is this the path all the young martial artists in the Federation take?"

Zhang Chongba understood his meaning and explained:

"There's no choice, not just for your East Three Bright Star, the entire East 3 District's Martial Arts are in decline, there isn't a Grandmaster sitting in and no dojos, so naturally, a complete selection and promotion channel for martial artists doesn't exist."

"There's also the academic advancement path, but your situation is special, not fitting the enrollment route of academies, so you can only take this path."

"The current advancement routes in Federation Martial Arts are roughly these three paths. If you have to add another, it would be through a Martial Arts Hall, or some large group's independent selection."

Ji Jingqiu understood.

Just then, Ji Jingqiu received a special communication message; it was from Mei, who he hadn't heard from for a week.

After reading the message, Ji Jingqiu became somewhat restless.

Mei indicated that she and Elder Mu had already returned to East Three Bright Star, at the same resting spot, and wanted him to visit them.

Elder Mu wanted to talk to him about the Visualization Map.

"Bage, if there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

"Mhm." Zhang Chongba nodded, then added, "There's no rush for Opening Veins, wait another two days, I'll come find you then."

"Alright!"

After saying goodbye, Ji Jingqiu left the office.

After Ji Jingqiu left, a middle-aged woman wearing gold-rimmed glasses gracefully walked into the room.

Seeing the arrival of the patron, Zhang Chongba stood up to greet her, laughing heartily:

"Yan! I've missed you a lot!"

The woman called Yan, with a slight curl of her lips, joked while smiling:

"It's not me you miss; it's the money in my pocket."

Zhang Chongba went straight to the point: "What do you think about our little brother?"

Yan adjusted her glasses slightly and smiled, "He's pretty good, his Spiritual Cultivation talent is not bad, but he seems too composed in his demeanor and character."

"Isn't being composed a good thing?"

"It's not bad, but he lacks a bit of youthful vigor, or let's say spirit," Yan explained, "For martial artists breaking through, especially early on, spirit is very important, striving to be unstoppable."

"Didn't one of the Seven Marshals once say, if you're not spirited, can you still be called a young person?"

"This kid is good, but a bit too composed, lacking that spirit, which isn't necessarily good."

Hearing the phrase "if you're not spirited, can you still be called a young person?", Zhang Chongba's eyes narrowed slightly, pondering for a moment, finding some truth in this somewhat skewed statement.

Back in his day, there was no need to say, completely fearless.

Dao back then also seemed cold on the outside but was passionate inside, stood up for justice, and was someone who would fight anyone he saw.

"I've looked over the information you gave me; discounting your somewhat extravagant praises, the kid's credentials are very good, just his fate is unfortunate, which is a bit of a pity."

"For him, Evil Poison Disease not only honed his mind, making him resilient, but also dulled his Heart Qi. I have a premonition that he will be a very steady Martial Artist, eventually competing in the Fourth and Fifth Realms. As for becoming a master..."

Yan shook her head, not elaborating further, and continued,

"Fourth and Fifth Realms are indeed good, but he is not the kind of talent we are looking for.

Of course, he is worth investing in. If needed, I can support him... Yes, this amount."

Zhang Chongba watched her gesture and tentatively asked:

"Three thousand?"

"Three hundred."

Zhang Chongba rolled his eyes:

"What can three hundred thousand do? You are really being too stingy, almost catching up with Deep Space Enterprise.

If I were Wan Cheng, hearing that Deep Space Enterprise only offered two hundred million and then boldly publicized support for him to strive for a championship title as a Martial Artist, I would break the contract on the spot!"

Yan chuckled: "Three hundred thousand is my personal support, as for Wan Cheng... Hehe."

Zhang Chongba suspiciously eyed the woman's meaningful smile, and suddenly said:

"You haven't already contacted Wan Cheng, have you?"

Yan smiled, and remained silent.

Zhang Chongba shook his head, no wonder he was not optimistic about Ji Jingqiu, it turns out there was a better choice.

Well, that can't be forced.

"Yan, when are we leaving?" Zhang Chongba inquired.

Yan teased: "Are you a dog? Your face changes so quickly?"

Zhang Chongba shrugged: "I'm busy with assignments, look at all these papers on the ground."

Yan carefully sidesteaked the papers on the floor, then walked to the window and said: "We're leaving tomorrow. Speaking of which, it's not even summer on this planet yet, why are the cicadas so noisy?"

Zhang Chongba laughed: "Cicadas herald the summer, it's just youthful ardor."

Yan smiled slightly, knowing that Zhang Chongba was expressing his dissatisfaction.

But business is business, no personal feelings involved.

Actually, there was one thing she didn't mention just now out of politeness.

For Ji Jingqiu, the biggest problem is still the Evil Poison Disease.

According to their analysts, before reversing Innate, this will always be a hidden danger, with an extremely high risk rate.

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She only believes in data analysis and her own judgment.

That was a saying from the most revered senior in the industry.

It was this senior, a hundred years ago, who spotted out from many ordinary and underprivileged young Martial Artists, the one who later dominated an era and was praised as the one with the best chance to challenge the Supreme Grandmaster in a hundred years, the Martial Arts Pride.

That was the person Zhang Chongba mentioned previously.

Yan left, and Zhang Chongba barely managed to accompany her to the doorstep, standing still inside the threshold, causing her to roll her eyes.

"Old lady has no taste."

After Yan left, Zhang Chongba muttered, then paced around the room twice, left and right, but could not think of any other candidates.

He stroked his bald head.

Maybe… manage it himself?

...

...

Carrying a box of potions on his way back, Ji Jingqiu planned to first return to the Martial Arts Hall, then go to the lower levels.

He looked up, seeing the distant and glaring sun through gaps in the tree leaves, surrounded by the high-spirited, tireless sounds of cicadas.

He mused to himself.

It's not even summer yet, and the cicada's cry is already so bold and passionate.

What will it be like in the summer then?