World's Best Martial Artist

Chapter 36: An Eager Fang Yuan

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

After Wang Jinyang transferred his one million yuan to him, Fang Ping’s Wealth reached 3.37 million.

Increasing both his Mentality and Vitality to 200 would only deduct a hundred thousand and some from his Wealth.

He was extremely elated at that.

Of course, that feeling of elation did not persist for long before an invisible wave of uneasiness washed over him.

“Will that snob let me off so easily?”

Fang Ping muttered to himself. This wave of uneasiness must have stemmed from that not-quite-reliable and snobby system.

Although it was only his gut feeling, Fang Ping still thought it reliable.

...

Fang Ping had only been elated over the increase of his Wealth and resources, but he was seriously anticipating Wang Jinyang’s message.

“I’ve already sent the items to you. Please collect them.”

He read the short sentence again and again.

Fang Ping was actually more interested in cultivation methods than money.

It was not as if he did not have any money during his past life. Although he was not wealthy, he had accumulated quite a lot during the past few years.

Cultivation methods, on the other hand... Fang Ping had not seen any of them before aside from the fakes sold in road stalls.

If anyone had seen them, they would not cultivate with those methods or trust them as true.

Fang Ping practically could not wait as he remembered that they would arrive any time in the next couple of days.

...

After school let out for the day, Fang Ping rejected Wu Zhihao and the others’ offer to train with them.

Now, Fang Ping was in the process of familiarizing himself with his own body and getting used to the boost of his vitals.

Training with them would not be of much help.

After Fang Ping had walked far away, another candidate from Class (4) said somewhat uncomfortably, “Fang Ping’s quite arrogant.”

Wu Zhihao did not mind Fang Ping taking his leave that much. He chuckled and said, “Suit himself. He did not join us in the past; he’s probably already used to it.”

The others did not say anything after that.

The student from before asked a little curiously, “Zhihao, how high would you say his Vitality is?”

The few present had all known of Fang Ping’s second increase in Vitality.

Among the three who had been present during Fang Ping’s sudden boost, Yang Jian was one who could not keep any secrets for the life of him.

Wang Jinyang had vouched for Fang Ping, too; his Vitality would not be too low in that case.

Wu Zhihao said after some thought, “Probably around 120cal or so.”

“That high?”

Some looked envious, jealous even.

Fang Ping, who had not been overly outstanding in the past, had a Vitality of 120cal!

Something noteworthy was that the only other Senior Three candidates in the entire school who had reached this threshold were Zhou Bin and another top student from an elite class.

As for the problem of someone choosing to conceal their true ability... It rarely happened.

During adolescence, most students had the tendency to brag and single themselves out as the elites.

Hiding or concealing one’s achievements was seen as a stupid move.

“This is only my guess, but it won’t be far from the real thing.”

Wu Zhihao looked at the others. “We shouldn’t copy what he had done, though. We won’t even know how we had died, otherwise.

“Failing the tests is still better than losing your life.

“If you fail this time, you can repeat another year and try again. If you fail again, you can attend supplementary classes after you start work.”

Those present nodded. They would not have the guts to risk their lives for an opportunity.

...

Fang Ping did not know the content of their discussion.

Arrogance... He did not think himself arrogant.

He did not know those classmates that well, anyway.

The martial sciences examinations are near, too. It was unknown if their paths would still cross after that, so their friendships would not be of that much use to him.

Lakeview Gardens.

As Fang Ping opened the door to the house, Fang Yuan tiptoed out of her room and whispered, “Fang Ping, come in!”

Fang Ping did not know if he should laugh or sigh. He asked, uncomprehending, “Why are you behaving like a thief in your own home?”

“Shh!”

Fang Yuan put a finger to her lips and glanced towards the garden surreptitiously. She then said crossly, “Come in, quick!”

Fang Ping could not help breaking out in chuckles. He changed his shoes and entered his sister’s room.

Upon his entrance, Fang Yuan shut the door hurriedly and stuffed a plastic bag into Fang Ping’s hands.

Before Fang Ping could even check the bag’s contents, Fang Yuan whispered, “I’m giving you half. You can’t ask me for money again!

“I’ve converted my 100 bucks into emergency food supplies. There’s no money left!

“Also, you can’t tell Mom.

“What if... What if I don’t take the pocket money I receive for myself and give it to you this month?”

Fang Ping did not reply. He took the bag and opened it to take a look. It was entirely filled with junk food.

Fang Yuan was not an exorbitant spender; it was only normal that children love junk food.

Her parents rarely bought junk food for her. Besides the fact that it was a waste of money, it was also unhealthy.

Fang Yuan had spent all her pocket money on junk food.

When her brother had decided to be generous for once, she had prepared to buy ten dollars’ worth of junk food with the 100 yuan she had.

She had then proceeded to be dazzled by the array of junk food on the shelves after entering the shop.

When she went to pay for her food, she discovered that she had spent almost all of the 100 yuan even though she had cut her initial selection by half.

Fearing that her brother would renounce her for excessive spending, she had thought of solutions for a long time before deciding to split her spoils with him.

It should not be a problem if they took half each, should it?

Seeing her guilt, Fang Ping smiled. He said, “It’s fine. What’s done is done. I don’t eat these anyway. All of it is yours.”

“No!”

The girl shook her head resolutely, even when her eyes were fixated on the plastic bag. “You must take half. You’ll definitely report this otherwise!”

“Do I need to do that?”

Fang Ping rolled his eyes. This girl... What kind of person did she think her brother was?

Now he was so rich that 100 bucks seemed like nothing.

Fang Ping was not a child, too. He did not like junk food that much.

He tossed the bag on the bed and said with mirth, “You keep them. I earned a small amount of money recently.

“You can ask me for pocket money if you’re short on funds.”

He must reveal some things gradually.

He had bought a mobile phone and would be renting or buying a house the next day.

His parents were not home most of the time, so there was not any risk of reveal there.

Fang Yuan was different in that she was with Fang Ping all the time. The reveal of certain details could act as a buffer.

Fang Yuan asked strangely after he had said that, “You’ve earned money?”

“Mm.”

“How much?”

“Don’t you ask. You only need to know that your brother, I, am not short of money now.”

“How did you earn money? Did you work?”

“No.”

“Then you...”

Suddenly, Fang Yuan thought of something, which prompted her to pick a fight with Fang Ping, brandished claws, gaping mouth and all.

“Fang Ping, you’re despicable!

“You must’ve asked for Wang Jinyang’s signature and sold it! Am I right?

“This was my idea! You didn’t let me talk to him yesterday! I say it’s because of this plan that you’ve concocted!

“Jerk!

“You stole the fruits of my labor!”

“...”

Fang Yuan was incensed. To think that she was so grateful to her brother for giving her that huge sum of 100 yuan when he had stolen her idea and profited so much from it!

Fang Ping was bewildered. This girl’s imagination was beyond comprehension.

He did not intend to deny her claim, though. Let her think that for the time being.

Him profiting this time was really tied with Wang Jinyang, anyways.

When Fang Ping did not deny her claim, she assumed that she had hit the nail on the head. She asked, vexed at her missed opportunity, “Spit it out! How much did you sell it for?”

“Not that much.”

“1000?” Fang Yuan ventured.

“Haha!”

“2000?”

“Haha...”

“...”

Fang Yuan inhaled in astonishment. That was why her brother was so generous: he had earned more than 2000 yuan!

After a brief moment of surprise, the cogs in her brain started spinning. Soon after, she said with a grin, “Brother, how about you give me half of the profits?”

“Yo, I haven’t heard it wrong, have I? What did you just call me?”

Fang Ping picked his ears as if he had not heard her words clearly. Th1s chapter is updated by n)ovel/\bin/\

“Brother! Elder Brother! I say, should we take half of the profits each? If not, I can take 40%...”

The girl did not seem embarrassed at all. He was her brother anyway.

She would not lose anything when calling him her “Brother”. Once she had the money in her hands, she would naturally call him anything she pleased.

Fang Ping laughed until he could not stand. He waved his hand. “Don’t even think about it. What do you even need so much money for?

“I’ll give you some when you’re short of funds.

“Also, you have to cater to my whims in the future. Don’t call me Fang Ping like we’re equals.”

Fang Yuan was a little miffed when she failed to get her share of the profits, but then she remembered that her brother was now someone she needed to flatter...

At last, she nodded, smiling sweetly. In her mind, she resolved to empty her brother’s riches sometime in the future!

...

Fang Yuan was enthusiastic in flattering Fang Ping, to the extent of picking the best food pieces for him during dinner.

The girl’s change in behavior at the dinner table shocked her parents.

The siblings were close, but quarrels between them were normal.

Since when did Fang Yuan pick food for her brother?

Fang Mingrong was a little envious at the sight. He stopped drinking his alcohol and knocked on his empty bowl, directing his gaze towards Fang Yuan several times.

He was obviously sending this message, “You’re even picking food for your brother. How about your father?”

Fang Yuan was also observant. Sensing the change in her father’s demeanor, she smiled sweetly and piled food into his bowl, while not forgetting to fill Li Yuying’s bowl with rice.

The mood at the dinner table was uplifted after her antics.

The meal was not that impressive, but the family ate happily.

...

While the family was in a good mood, Fang Ping was too.

When he trained that night, he had done 160 push-ups when he could only do 100 of them the previous night!

Fang Yuan, who was watching his training, had almost shouted “666” ¹ at this display.

Flattering aside, she really thought that her brother was awesome.

Him doing so many push-ups at once was beyond her imagination.