“That’s right!” The golden doll laughed heartily. He reached out and patted the cultivator on the shoulder. “You’re a person with potential. Since you understand giving back to society and the meaning of truth, goodness, and beauty, then please…”
With that, the golden doll extended his chubby little hand right in front of the cultivator, smiling brightly.
“What are you doing?” The cultivator had a bad feeling.
“Didn’t you say you want to give back to society and help the poor? The God of Wealth is willing to help you with that!” The golden doll said. “Society gives me one portion, and I am willing to give back ten portions of love. We are all high-quality people with morals and responsibility. Just casually give me ten gold ingots to help the poor.”
“Um… I can do that myself. There’s no need to trouble you,” the cultivator said with an awkward smile.
“That won’t do! I am the God of Wealth. Money and wealth are my responsibility. You are all busy people. How can I not help?” The golden doll shook his head. “Come on, hand it over.”
“I’d rather not…” The cultivator secretly gathered his power. He thought: No matter how strange you are, if you anger me, I’ll deal with you.
“Do you think I would covet your gold?” The golden doll suddenly became furious. His originally kind and approachable chubby face twisted. “Am I that kind of person? I have a heart as bright as the moon, always thinking of saving the poor masses of the world. Yet you dare suspect me? I am already richer than the four seas. Would I covet your gold?”
Everyone looked at the enraged golden doll. A single thought echoed in every mind: I really don’t want to suspect you like this, but your behaviour is just too suspicious.
Only Ye Chu sighed. He spoke to Pang Shao, who was about to mutter something beside him. “You’d better not say anything. That guy’s ears are sharp. If he hears you, you’re finished.”
Pang Shao looked at Ye Chu strangely, then gave a wry smile. “You wouldn’t have been messed with by him too, right?”
Ye Chu jumped as though his tail had been stepped on. “Who got messed with by him? Who? He’s just a dead fat man. Do you understand what a fat man is? The kind that makes you feel like you’ve eaten a bowl of lard just by looking at him. Disgusting to the extreme. Pang Fatty, get away from me. Why are you standing so close? I hate fat people the most in my life.”
Seeing Ye Chu practically jump up ready to kill, Pang Shao shivered. He cursed inwardly: This guy is also a lunatic, isn’t he? Damn it, is one sentence really worth this reaction? And does he hate fat people just because of this guy?
Thinking this, Pang Shao felt extremely wronged: Bloody hell, getting fat isn’t my fault! I’ve never heard of guilt by body type association!
But seeing even Ye Chu react this way, Pang Shao naturally shut his mouth tightly. He did not dare provoke the golden doll. Are you joking? Even Ye Chu seemed to have a shadow left by him. If he went and badmouthed the fat man, it would be no different from seeking death.
The golden doll, provoked by the cultivator, took out ingot after ingot of gold and smashed them at him.
“See? The God of Wealth is so rich. Would I want your gold?”
“Hmph! I hate scumbags who receive benefits and don’t give back to society the most.”
“Let you learn some truth, goodness, and beauty!”
“…” Gold ingots flew endlessly from the golden doll, smashing towards the cultivator.
The cultivator wanted to dodge, but he found his entire body immobilised. He could only watch helplessly as the gold ingots smashed into him. Before long, he followed in the footsteps of the previous one, covered in blood.
After he fainted, the golden doll walked over to him and picked up every single gold ingot. At the same time, he searched the cultivator’s body and took all his possessions. That bright, innocent smile like a God of Wealth appeared once again.
“Ahem, you see. You still have some conscience. You felt ashamed of your own actions, right? Too embarrassed to face me, so you fainted. It’s okay. Knowing your mistakes and correcting them is the greatest goodness.” After speaking, the golden doll scanned the surroundings. Everyone who met his gaze could not help but look away, afraid he would target them.
This fat man was too strange. Two cultivators had been knocked unconscious without even dodging. There must be some trick involved.
Pang Shao had been kicked away by Ye Chu earlier. Now watching the golden doll’s behaviour, he could not help clicking his tongue. “Ye Chu, who is this guy? How…”
Pang Shao wanted to say “how is he such a lunatic?” but remembering Ye Chu’s warning, he held back.
“I don’t know him!” Ye Chu glared at Pang Shao. “Dead Fatty, get away from me. I hate fat people the most.”
“…”
Of course Ye Chu knew him. This fat man had tormented him plenty back at Qingmi Mountain. Under the pretext of the old madman asking him to teach Ye Chu cultivation, he had thrown Ye Chu into snake pits more than once, smashed stones with his fists, tied iron blocks to him for mountain climbing, and other idiotic antics. Though the results were miraculous, Ye Chu still hated him to the point of grinding his teeth whenever he thought about it.
From another lunatic at Qingmi Mountain, Ye Chu had learned about this dead fat man: Rumour had it his family was once richer than kingdoms, possessing countless treasures and being the wealthiest clan in the world. But because of their excessive wealth, they attracted disaster. They were jointly attacked and plundered by hostile forces, and the family fell into ruin. The old madman then brought him to Qingmi Mountain.
But the dead fat man refused to accept this reality. He still believed his family was the richest God of Wealth in the world. Thus, he regarded himself as the God of Wealth and went around giving money to people. Yet strangely, the more he gave, the more he seemed to have.
Of course, what the dead fat man hated most was being told he was poor or that he was not the God of Wealth. His surname was Jin, and his original name was not Jin Wawa. But he felt that since his entire body was covered in treasures, only the name Jin Wawa could prove his wealth. So he changed his name to Jin Wawa.
The scene just now proved everything. Ye Chu knew very well why every time he went out to give wealth, he ended up giving more and more.
This was a lunatic whose mind had already twisted. It was also the true nature of Wuxin Peak at Qingmi Mountain. In the entire Wuxin Peak, only two people were normal. One was the little girl the old madman had brought up the mountain a year ago. She had not yet been corrupted by the lunatics of Wuxin Peak. The other was Ye Chu himself. Ye Chu was very proud of himself for emerging from the mud untainted.
“The God of Wealth is here to take a look. To see who else is poor.” The golden doll laughed and suddenly walked up to a cultivator dressed in luxurious robes.
This cultivator shivered when he saw him. “Your Excellency…”
“Please call me God of Wealth!” The golden doll interrupted him.
“God of Wealth, my family is quite well-off. I do not need the God of Wealth to give me money. Please give it to those who truly need it,” the cultivator said with a smile.
The golden doll smiled very warmly and nodded. “Rare to find someone who is not greedy! But I know you are rich and do not lack money. I came to you for something else.”
The cultivator wanted to cry. He thought: How dare I be greedy? The previous two are examples. “Please speak, God of Wealth!”
“This time I came out to distribute wealth, but I lack left and right protectors. I see you are quite wealthy. You are very suitable to be my left and right protectors,” the golden doll said.
“Then… what benefits are there to being your left and right protectors?” the cultivator asked weakly.
The golden doll pressed his palms together, full of compassion for the world. “You will gain spiritual fulfilment. Doing good deeds brings a tremendous sense of accomplishment and merit.”
The cultivator almost jumped up and cursed: To hell with spiritual fulfilment! To hell with merit! What do I need that crap for?