Chapter 79: Don’t Take on Porcelain Work Without Diamond Tools

While Chen Xian was busy selecting a birthday gift, in City M, a grand hall in the Ma Corporation Tower was filled with people. Each attendee wore luxurious attire, radiating wealth and status; they were the affluent and martial artists from the major cities of Province H.

Ma Tian, clad in an exquisite suit, stood on the dais, his gaze sweeping over the distinguished guests, a smile on his face. Everyone present had been personally invited by him and Ma He.

Their purpose: to promote the "Spiritual Water."

"Honored guests, welcome to Ma Corporation. Today, our company is proud to present a miraculous elixir," Ma Tian announced, holding up a glass vial filled with a transparent liquid, cutting straight to the point.

The crowd immediately focused their attention on him—or more precisely, on the bottle in his hand.

Pleased by their interest, Ma Tian continued, "This potion was developed and crafted by our family's own Master Chen. Its name is 'Spiritual Water,' and it possesses a multitude of extraordinary effects: it promotes health and longevity; strengthens the immune system and vitality of the frail; accelerates recovery for the ill; enhances cultivation and speeds training for martial artists; nourishes rare plants, making them thrive and resist all maladies; fortifies prized pets, boosting their vitality; and so much more. In short, its miraculous uses are countless."

Several wealthy guests and martial artists immediately voiced skepticism.

"Master Ma, are you joking? How could such a thing as 'Spiritual Water' exist in this world?"

"Master Ma, surely you're exaggerating?"

"Master Ma, how can you prove what you say is true?"

Ma Tian was unfazed by their doubts and questions, showing neither anger nor concern. Anger is born of incompetence and loss of control; Ma Tian, confident in Master Chen's Spiritual Water, felt no such uncertainty. Without true skill, one should not attempt great feats—he was certain he could dispel all doubts.

His lips curled into a confident smile. "Please be patient, everyone. Whether I am lying or not, you shall soon see for yourselves."

With that, Ma Tian clapped his hands several times.

Immediately, two security guards carried a pot of withered Schefflera and placed it on the dais.

"Master Ma, what's the meaning of bringing a dead plant here?"

"Master Ma, enough suspense—tell us!"

The crowd pressed him with curiosity.

Ma Tian ignored their remarks, uncapped the glass vial, and poured a small portion of the Spiritual Water onto the soil around the roots of the withered plant.

The elixir seeped silently into the earth.

"Ha! Master Ma, are you trying to revive this dead plant with your Spiritual Water?"

"Master Ma, you're far too naïve!"

The wealthy guests and martial artists mocked him as nothing seemed to happen after the watering.

Yet Ma Tian remained calm, still smiling confidently atop the dais: just wait, you’ll all be astonished.

He silently counted in his mind: one, two, three... up to twenty.

At the twentieth count, a miracle occurred.

The brown, withered leaves began to turn green as if by magic, swelling and growing robust. The Schefflera itself visibly shot up, rising from half a meter tall to seventy, then eighty centimeters, right before everyone’s eyes.

The hall fell silent, deathly quiet, save for the sound of the tree’s growth echoing within.

The wealthy guests and martial artists stared wide-eyed, unblinking, mouths agape as though they could swallow an egg.

After a long moment, they recovered from their shock, and the hall erupted into excited discussion.

"My heavens, did I really see that? The dead plant has truly returned to life!"

"This—this is nothing short of a miracle!"

"Is this magic?"

"Science cannot explain such a phenomenon. The master's skills are truly extraordinary!"

Ma Tian, Ma He, and the other Ma family executives, though no strangers to the wonders of Spiritual Water, still felt awe, regarding Master Chen as a living deity.

Ma Tian cleared his throat and solemnly declared, "This is Spiritual Water. Every word I spoke earlier is genuine, without a hint of exaggeration. Each vial produced by Master Chen sells for one hundred thousand yuan. You may now place your orders!"

"One hundred thousand—outrageously expensive! But I’ll buy fifty bottles!"

"I’ll take thirty!"

"I want—"

The crowd rushed to purchase, scrambling for the miraculous elixir.

Ma Tian, Ma He, and the other executives rejoiced inwardly: from now on, limitless wealth awaited them!

However, Ma Tian raised his hands to calm the crowd. "Due to the limited supply, Master Chen has stipulated that each person may purchase a maximum of ten bottles."

Currently, the output of Spiritual Water was five hundred bottles every three days.

Half an hour later, all five hundred bottles—including the one used for the demonstration—had been sold out to the wealthy guests and martial artists, bringing in fifty million yuan.

Earning fifty million in three days, Ma Tian and Ma He were both shocked and overjoyed. Previously, they had worried that Master Chen would bar them from running casinos, and with the real estate market in decline, they feared being unable to support their large staff.

Now, all worries had vanished for the Ma family’s leadership.

Ma Tian immediately called Chen Xian to share the good news.

After hanging up, Chen Xian’s face was radiant with joy: fifty million every three days, over three hundred sixty-five days, that meant more than six billion yuan in annual revenue, and with almost no production cost.

All it required was infusing spiritual energy into water.

Spiritual Water, on the entire planet, was available only from Chen Xian—a monopoly.

If he wished, he could expand production at any time, to tens of thousands of bottles every three days without issue.

But for now, he had no such plans.

...

Night descended, neon lights flickered to life.

Chen Xian, carrying the "True Love Eternal" necklace, hailed a taxi and headed straight for the Gravity Club, the city’s premier entertainment venue.

Tonight, Zhang Xin’s birthday banquet was to be held there.

Outside the Gravity Club, beneath the gilded, resplendent entrance, stood several graceful and beautiful young women.

The most striking among them wore a high-end cashmere coat, her tall, elegant figure and stunning beauty impossible to ignore. Her eyes were pure and bright, like stars in the night sky; she was the first person anyone would notice in a crowd, dazzling as if a celestial maiden fallen to earth.

This girl was none other than Zhang Xin.

The other girls were her classmates and friends.

Zhang Xin’s beautiful eyes watched the entrance to the parking lot, waiting for Chen Xian’s arrival.