Supreme Grandpa

"Wrong, wrong, go a little bit to the left, do you have myopia? Go a bit more to the left! Right, right… are you confused between left and right? Where is the right side?"

At the entrance of the Yang Family courtyard, a staff member was handing a red lantern, and another person underneath was instructing and cursing from time to time.

"On the carpet, remember to tidy up the corners, and it must be absolutely spotless."

At the entrance of the courtyard, on the walkway leading to the yard, several women were laying a red carpet, and the commander kept repeating his words. He also squatted down personally from time to time to spread some fine velvet on the ground to make the carpet look very clean.

"Be quicker, don't be clumsy!"

In other places, there were also some voices like this from time to time.

The Yang Family courtyard which was always deserted before became lively as Yang Song's 100th birthday was about to get cracking on. Although the curses resounded here and there, everyone had a smile on their faces.

At the same time, in Tong City's Abyssal Wonders Trading Market.

Many vendors also showed their smiles while they were counting the harvest these days. Unlike Yang Song's old friends, these people all wished Yang Song to live longer. The longer and the better.

"I really hope that the Yang Family's ancestor can live another hundred years so that we can make a lot of money every year," a middle-aged vendor said happily while touching his tongue and counting cash.

"Yes, in recent years, it has been really comfortable. Every year, the old master of the Yang family will celebrate his birthday. Last year was his 99th birthday. Anyone who had a face in Tong City would congratulate and bring him gifts, therefore, I sold a lot of goods."

"From your words, I feel a little sorry for those warriors. They have to worry about how to give gifts to Elder Yang every year."

"Haha… speaking of this, have you heard of a piece of news? This year, that old man directly noted what kind of gifts he needed in the invitations. It is no longer necessary for the warriors to think about the gifts anymore. Elder Yang wrote it for them straightforwardly. Sigh, Elder Yang is really a kind and understanding person."

"Isn't that right!"

"A few days before his 101st birthday next year, how much price should we raise? But I have a powerful way. Before his 101st birthday, we can give Elder Yang some treasures from the abyss and then ask him in advance what kind of gifts are needed from his guests. When that time comes, we can prepare as soon as possible by monopolizing the supply of goods and doubling the price."

"Fuck, what an evil yet good idea! We can do this."

This group of vendors gathered together. And after a while, they reached an alliance of interests.

However, just as the discussion among the group of vendors was about to reach the apex of the world, an unpleasant voice floated over.

"Hey, are you still selling things? You group of fools, don't you even know how to earn money when a customer comes?"

The speaker was Luo Xiang. He changed into a suit, but this suit was a bit small. When worn on him, it was like tights, highlighting the areas that shouldn't be protruding, which was very funny.

"Who the hell are you scolding, you little shit?" Some vendors were upset. They turned their hands and glared at Luo Xiang intensely.

"I'm here to buy things. I'm your customer, so I'm a king, is that how you treat a king?"

Today, he was buried in a pile of mud. And when he went to steal the suit, he only found a lady's suit.

He originally wanted to change the target, but it was too late as he was found by other people. Consequently, he was chased by those people for many miles.

This really made Luo Xiang suffocated, so at this moment, his tone was quite aggressive when he spoke.

"Do you dare to spit out another curse?"

"Try another one!"

But Luo Xiang still looked calm and was not provoked by those vendors.

Then, just when he was about to start another round of curse, a big vendor walked out, looked at Luo Xiang slightly, and smiled, "You look familiar, as if I have seen you somewhere. But well, you say, Mr. God, what are you going to buy?"

"It seems that you are quite sensible."

Luo Xiang did not have the slightest realization. He just glanced at the big man with a satisfied expression and continued, "Bring a catty of the meat of the abyssal monster. It's better if it's cheaper. I will use it to feed mice. Be quicker, I'm in a hurry."

After hearing this, the big guy smiled.

He ignored Luo Xiang and turned around to look at the other vendors, "Everyone recognizes this guy, right? I think, I already know what gift to give Elder Yang. This guy is the robber from a few days ago and the one Elder Yang caught at that. We can bring him to his door today."

As soon as this speech fell, the group of vendors started to move, and in a blink of an eye, they surrounded Luo Xiang in the middle.

No one dared to stop Luo Xiang when he was on the street before because they were afraid of getting into trouble.

But it was different now. Luo Xiang was taught a lesson by Yang Song that day. And after everyone figured out that the person who made a shot that day was Elder Yang, many warriors in Tong City had already begun to move around.

Now Luo Xiang had brought himself to the door voluntarily. This was simply a great thing falling from the sky.

If they gave this guy to Elder Yang, maybe Elder Yang's mood would become greater, and if he could live for a few more years, wouldn't that mean that they could also make more big bucks?

"Arghh…"

"Don't… don't hit me! No, don't hit my face!"

"Isn't it fine if I just don't buy it?"

Three minutes later, in Tong City Abyssal Wonders Trading Market, heart-piercing screams resonated powerfully. Don't guess, it was Luo Xiang who was being chased and beaten again by the group of vendors in the market.

…

Some were sad and some were happy; this was the natural order of the world. When Luo Xiang was being chased and violently beaten by a group of people, Yang Song slowly opened his eyes in the secret room of the Yang Family courtyard.

"100 psionic particles have finally been absorbed."

Yang Song felt that his body had undergone a qualitative change. He then immediately walked to a mirror. After seeing himself in the mirror, he nodded in satisfaction. Even if he was old, he was still as handsome as ever.

His hair was still gray, his face was still old, and although the wrinkles were still deep, there was a unique temperament.

In addition, on the whole, he was full of blood and ruddy complexion, not at all like an ordinary centenarian.

More than that, Yang Song clearly felt that he had become stronger than before. There seemed to be inexhaustible power in his body. And the blood in his body seemed to be boiling all the time.

Click, click…

As he clenched his fists hard, his knuckles creaked continuously.

Thud!

As he hammered his first towards the wall next to him slightly, there was a muffled sound that could not be heard from outside. He did not really use much force, but there was still a dent nearly one centimeter deep on the wall.

"Is this the power of a 1st stage Qi Refining Realm cultivator? It's really not bad," after a little test, Yang Song became more satisfied. He already had a foreboding that on his 100th birthday tomorrow, when everyone found that a waste body of a hundred-year-old him suddenly broke the limit and became a warrior, how shocked it would be!

"Well, Little Laoxu, let's go out."

His centenary birthday was about to start the process of giving gifts and celebrating birthdays. Yang Song looked at the time and asked Xiao Laoxu to stand on his shoulders. Then he opened the secret room and walked outside…

'Behold, this old man is coming, hehehe….'