The three-hundred-foot golden invoice hovered above the courtyard cabbage patch like an unpayable cosmic mountain.
Lying face-down on the grass with his chin still glued to his two brothers’ beards by Su Nuannuan’s pink maltose taffy. Sixty-thousand-year-old First Supreme Grand Elder Gu Cang lifted his cabbage-stained forehead half an inch off the dirt.
Because his backside had just absorbed thirty-four direct hits of Gu Changsheng’s [Rank-9 Galactic Seven-Wolves Disciplinary Belt]. Gu Ming-Yuan and Gu Sha-Xing absorbed thirty-three hits each, Gu Cang couldn’t even sit on his knees. He had to stay propped up on his elbows with his glowing red rear end sticking straight up into the afternoon breeze!
“N-Nine hundred quadrillion high-grade spirit stones?!”
First Supreme Grand Elder Gu Cang choked out a ragged sob, tears of bottomless pain and humiliation dripping off the tip of his flattened nose onto the grass:
“Butler Fu! Even if you empty the entire 80,000-Year Underground Clan Treasury Vault that you just took the keys to, there’s only four hundred quadrillion spirit stones in liquid cash inside! Where are we three brothers supposed to find another five hundred quadrillion stones to pay a plumbing bill?!”
Beside him in the beard knot, Second Supreme Great Elder Gu Ming-Yuan and Third Supreme Grand Elder Gu Sha-Xing wept bitterly. Meanwhile, they saw Grandpa Fu pulling three suspiciously colorful cloth bundles out of his butler’s luggage cart:
