“We’re going to only visit districts that are inhabited by cultivators or rich families.” Announcing their relevant destination, Virus signaled them to chase after him.
Following that, Virus and the two by his side visited the first known district of Outer Ricando that was famously inhabited by cultivators. The area was considered one of the most expensive living locations in the city that housed several powerful and yet rich families of Outer Ricando.
“Watch how I do it and learn.” When they reached their destination, Virus ordered them to pay attention since he wasn’t going to be the one to do the distribution chore after this.
Anyhow, searching his surroundings for a split-second and spotting a random passer-by, Virus approached the guy before handing him a flier.
“Here, this is a message for you.”
Abruptly being approached by a stranger who apparently had some type of message addressed for him, the other person was dumbfounded, “Huh?”
“Who are you?” Alarmed, the man questioned with a frown. Being approached by a total stranger for this type of random reason made the other person rise his guard to the extreme. Now, he was prepared for any type of sudden movement or heavens forbid, an unannounced assault.
“Read the letter first, you’ll naturally understand everything.” Instead of elaborating, however, Virus simply urged the man to go through the flier before continuing the conversation.
Although the creases in his forehead didn’t vanish, the other guy still extended his arm and got a hold of the flier before reading it.
When he was done going through everything, however, filled with disdain, he sneered at Virus. “Hmph, are you trying to scam me or something? Why would you give away a technique for free?”
“Well, despite it being hard to believe, we’re just trying to give back to the society and the people.” Exuding a saintly aura from all over his being, Virus replied righteously.
“Huh? Is this some kind of joke? You think I’ll trust you want to give something away for free?” Scornful, the passer-by was about to turn around and distance himself from this scammer as soon as possible.
On the other hand, since Virus had brought the book over precisely for this situation, he immediately offered the book to him.
“Here, see for yourself.”
Unless it was some kind of cultivator with a great photographic memory, Virus wasn’t concerned the passer-by would memorize the whole thing in the short period of his access to the book.
As a matter of fact, he merely allowed the guy to skim through a few pages before taking it back.
“Now, do you believe me? Even if you’re not a cultivator or even if you’re not in the Liberation stage, you can still sign up and possibly win. Let me tell you, if you were lucky enough to win by some heaven bestowed chance, you can easily sell it at some auction house and get a lot of free money on your hands.” Exaggerating the worth of the book as much as he possibly could, Virus proceeded to tempt the guy.
By now, the other man’s eyes were burning in zeal and anticipation, already imagining what he could do with the money in case he won, thus, with newfound vigor, he told Virus, “Sign me up!”
Shaking his head, however, Virus respectfully informed him, “You can only sign up by coming to the store.”
Subsequently, since the stranger was holding the flier like it was his most valuable possession, Virus and his two followers took their leave.
“Wow, boss! That was amazing! He will definitely visit our shop now. What kind of trickery is this!?”
“It’s called advertising.” Grinning from ear to ear, Virus notified them in some awkwardness. That also made him realize that the cultivators were too easy to scam if one had the means to do so.
Even though many forms of advertisement did exist in the Cultivation Earth, the people here mostly did it intuitively in order to attract more customers. Furthermore, they had yet to come up with innovative methods of doing so since no concrete term had been invented for it.
They just weren’t there yet.
Therefore, Archibald’s astonishment was honestly understandable.
After that, handing the fliers to the two oldies, Virus concluded the instructions, “Now, just imitate me and do as I did.”
…
Afterward, while Virus followed them quietly, Archibald was the first one to start the distribution operation which he called the ‘Grand Scheme’. Virus’ response to that, however, was ‘it’s just advertising so stop making such a big deal out of it!’.
As the distribution continued, one flier after another was gone. The trio visited nearly all the cultivation and rich districts without missing nearly a single one.
Several hours later, just as the advertisement papers were about to end, trouble ensued.
“Huh? What are you saying? This was my technique, to begin with! Why are you telling me to give it back?” Currently, after Archibald had handed the technique over to a cultivator to examine the authenticity of the prize, that person suddenly refused to give it back and was even shameless enough to declare the book as his own possession.
“What? Are you for real? Give it back, you shameless thief!” Extending his palm, Archibald was about to take the book back forcibly, when an intense pressure of cultivation immobilized the old man.
The First Level of Liberation!
“Huh? This oldie! You’re really bold and daring, aren’t you? Aight, Imma put some dirt in your eye.” Subsequently, raising his leg, the cultivator was about to kick the senior citizen right in the gut, when another heavy energy which happened to be many times stronger and more intolerable descended upon the man that was about to assault Archibald.
Completely petrified at once, the cultivator gulped down before turning toward the source of that energy in utter horror.
“Fuck off if you’re not tired of living yet..” A chilly glimmer freezing his sight, Virus commanded the individual to get lost.
