"Why waste words on them? Just leave and be done with it. Let them stay ignorant."
Landon was indignant as soon as he left the classroom, feeling that Jett had somehow lost out by saying so much.
"Fool."
Jett gave him a sidelong glance.
"What the hell, why are you insulting me? Isn't what I said the truth? Don't I know you better than anyone else?"
Landon retorted.
Jett held up one finger and said, "First of all, I wasn't helping them. I was just arguing with Ryan. Didn't you feel satisfied seeing his helpless and frustrated expression?"
Then he held up his second finger and continued, "Secondly, it feels great to intellectually outmatch them, especially when I see their sudden realization. It makes me feel gratified."
"Lastly, actually, I also think studying is pretty useless."
Landon was confused. So those words you said were just to deceive people? The first two points were just paving the way for this last one.
A fool?
Landon suddenly felt like he was also the fool in Jett's mouth, because Landon had believed it too.
"Don't think too much. Everyone has their own opinion."
Jett patted Landon to comfort him.
Anyway, at his level, what use was studying? Just keep getting stronger.
...
At noon, after finishing their meal.
Jett suddenly realized something important, so he immediately opened his phone.
"Bank balance: 40.01!"
He was broke!
The Horizontal Cultivation Grandmaster, the best of the best, was actually out of money. If people heard about it, many would probably laugh to death.
Especially the ghosts that Jett had killed. They couldn't defeat Jett, but money did.
It was only natural that Jett was broke.
Literary pursuits are for the poor, martial arts for the rich.
Since practicing martial arts, Jett's appetite had surged, not to mention the sudden increase in consumption after each martial arts training session.
An ordinary meal could cost him a lot. For an orphan like him, it was already a miracle that he had lasted so long.
"I have to find a way to make money. Otherwise, if a Horizontal Cultivation Grandmaster starves to death because he couldn't afford meals, the ghosts would probably laugh to death."
Jett thought to himself.
Borrowing money was out of the question. Jett didn't have that habit, so he had to make money himself.
In the afternoon, when Jett returned home, he went straight into the study and turned on the computer, ignoring Bianca's dazed expression.
Due to the recent frequent occurrence of supernatural events, with an average of one person out of every thousand experiencing a supernatural event firsthand, there was a trend that couldn't be suppressed. Therefore, many posts appeared on the internet.
Many of them were unattended supernatural event posts. The Security Bureau was too busy, and some small supernatural events were temporarily ignored. So many people with capital started looking for solutions to these problems online.
As a result, some supernatural events were actually resolved, and more and more people sought help online.
The market grew larger, leading to the formation of its own process in a short period of time.
Jett's goal was to find these supernatural events, solve them, and collect the money.
He could obtain black mist and earn money, killing two birds with one stone.
As for why he didn't do it before, it was because he had to attend school. Now, even Ms. Foster was under his protection, so taking time off was just a matter of minutes.
"There's a lustful ghost haunting. All the homeowners are begging for a master's help. Reward: 30,000!"
"There's always a mournful cry in the elevator at night. Please solve it. Reward: 100,000!"
"Underground waterway often gets clogged, and three people have already drowned. Please, someone solve it. If not, the whole street will be flooded. Reward: 300,000!"
"..."
He was shocked to see so many unresolved supernatural events.
However, what made Jett helpless was that most of these locations were not in Zamnia District but in other areas.
As for Zamnia District, Jett looked through hundreds of posts but didn't find any supernatural events in Zamnia District.
"Is Zamnia District so amazing? So few supernatural events, or is the efficiency just high?"
Jett thought with some frustration.
He didn't know it was all because of him.
Originally, Zamnia District was located in Andhofri State, the center of the entire Sunset Empire. Supernatural events should have been frequent.
Several big fishes were in the Zamnia District.
Unfortunately, the supernatural circle had been somewhat chaotic recently.
Rumor had it that several mysterious human beings were hunting ghosts, and already one evil cultivator, one ghost king, and one peak-level monster had died. Therefore, many ghosts that were originally very active chose to calm down temporarily or simply move to a new place to continue their arrogance.
Even if there were any resentful spirits that came to Zamnia District, after learning about the inside information, they had to bow their heads due to past experiences.
This resulted in the Security Bureau handling supernatural events quickly, leaving no room for Jett to do business.
"I might as well take a long leave. The food problem is easy to solve, but my training couldn't stop."
After making his decision, Jett looked at the information of several supernatural events on the computer screen and then turned it off.
Then he opened his phone, found Ms. Foster's phone number, and made a call.
"Hello, Jett. What's up?"
Soon, Ms. Foster's voice sounded.
On the other side, Ms. Foster was angry, wrapping a towel around herself and waving her little fists in the air. She had hurriedly come out to answer the phone.
But since Jett was protecting her, she had to speak softly.
"I need to take a few days off."
Jett said without hesitation.
"Take a leave? Where are you going? You promised to protect me. You're not trying to welsh on the deal, are you?"
Ms. Foster was somewhat anxious.
"Don't think too much. I'm mainly going to the neighboring districts. It's just that the powerful ghosts in Zamnia District have disappeared. I'm planning to go to the neighboring districts to practice on some ghosts."
Ms. Foster, "..."
Others were afraid of ghosts coming to their door, but he was going to actively seek them out.
But thinking about Jett's strength, Ms. Foster couldn't help but mourn for the ghosts in the neighboring districts.
"How many days?"
Since Jett wasn't running away, she wasn't worried anymore.
"Let's start with a week and see how it goes."
Jett thought for a moment and said.
It was a rare opportunity to go out. How could he justify the cost of a ticket, which cost all his savings.
"..."
On the other side, Ms. Foster was somewhat stunned. Jett was going to clean up the ghosts in the neighboring districts.
How many ghosts could withstand the Horizontal Cultivation Grandmaster in this world?
Seeing that Jett had made his decision, Ms. Foster didn't know what to say and just agreed.
After asking for leave, Jett directly bought a ticket to the neighboring district online and planned to depart tomorrow morning.
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