Chapter 110: It's Truly Hard Without Money

Is your steamed bun coated with gold? A single boiled fish dish is selling for twenty gold coins—this isn’t just ten times the price; it’s outright robbery!

For an ordinary family, one gold coin could sustain three people for an entire month, but aboard the flying ship...

Suddenly, Ye Kun recalled why no food was allowed on board. This setup was clearly designed to gouge passengers!

Unless one could go five days without eating or drinking—drink? Ye Kun’s lips twitched sharply at the thought. Water in a second-class cabin cost one gold coin per day! Third-class cabins had free water.

This was utterly unreasonable.

Knock, knock, knock—

Outside came Ye Qin’s voice: “Brother, it’s me.”

It seemed Ye Qin had also realized the problem. No wonder people said that even ordinary folk traveling to Ankang Continent would be mercilessly fleeced by the flying ship, stripping away all their hopes upon arrival.

“Kun, what do we do?” Yuan Zhen quickly asked their leader. He was their core figure and had to find a solution.

Whenever trouble arose, they turned to Kun—he was reliable.

Yet even Ye Kun hadn’t expected that strength alone wouldn’t suffice. In this day and age, without gold coins, one could barely take a step.

Feng Dian frowned deeply and whispered, “Kun, I’m really going to starve...”

Ye Kun never imagined that right after leaving the room, they’d face a hunger crisis. It was beyond any anticipation.

If only they were in third-class cabins—at least the water supply was free.

Difficulties must be overcome; before me, Ye Kun, no problem was unsolvable.

“Let’s take a walk and see if we can spot any business opportunities,” he said. Idle chatting wouldn’t earn a single coin—they needed to take the initiative.

“Brother, what if I perform a sword routine to earn some money?”

Everyone exchanged silent looks.

Just then, the flying ship shuddered lightly, and the scenery outside began to shift.

Ye Qin leaned close and whispered to Ye Kun, “Brother, do you regret not reporting father?”

“Indeed.”

“Husband, keep it up~”

“Husband, make sure to work hard and earn money~”

Suddenly, everyone’s envy of Ye Kun waned.

Raising one girl was already hard enough; raising two was truly a fate-testing ordeal.

Stepping out of the room, Ye Kun noticed few people lingering in second-class cabins—they were probably preparing to rest.

Those with money could afford to rest; Ye Kun, too, wished to cuddle his wife to sleep. Who wanted to work late just to earn coins?

“Let’s move upward.” Ye Kun looked up. The staircase spiraled upward, with a small platform every twenty zhang for leisure and conversation.

The higher they climbed, the wealthier the occupants became. The rich were the easiest to earn gold from.

They hadn’t taken many steps when several maids passed by carrying dishes. The tantalizing aroma left them speechless.

Who was so rich to order so many dishes?

“Brother, there’s nothing to earn here either,” Ye Qin whispered.

Ye Kun thought it impossible. With the flying ship’s rules, there had to be some purpose behind this arrangement.

“Miss,” Ye Kun called out to a woman standing by the railing, intent on asking her something.

But when she turned, Ye Kun was taken aback.

“So it’s you, young master. Still up late with so many people?” Yue Zhu crossed her arms and asked coldly, her tone laced with sarcasm.

“Ah, the lady of the house. Still awake at night, and even coming down to the second-class cabins? To what do I owe the honor?” Ye Kun smiled faintly. She couldn’t be here just to mock him.

Yue Zhu snorted, “You think I’m laughing at you? I don’t have that kind of leisure.”

“Yue Zhu, the dishes are ready,” a richly dressed man stepped out of a nearby room. No wonder so many dishes had been ordered.

Yue Zhu nodded and headed inside. The man seemed quite pleased.

“If you want to make money, go further up,” Yue Zhu suddenly advised before entering the room. The man gave Ye Kun a wary glance and closed the door.

Ye Kun rubbed his nose, uncertain what to say.

Yuan Zhen and Feng Dian were surprised—so even their Kun wasn’t omnipotent. This woman had somehow gotten the upper hand.

“Husband, don’t lose heart.”

“Yes, this is just the beginning~”

Ye Kun wanted to pinch their cheeks for teasing him as “husband.”

Though unsure what lay above, Ye Kun had to keep going to earn money. Of course, there was another option—hijacking the flying ship...

At the junction between first-class and second-class cabins, Ye Kun finally spotted a different kind of room.

Its name was unique: “Matters to Attend To.”

Sure enough, only those with business entered.

People came and went continuously.

Ye Kun wasn’t interested in earning money; he had zero interest in gold.

“Let’s go earn some,” Ye Kun chuckled, taking his wife’s small hand as they stepped inside “Matters to Attend To.”

These days, Ye Kun liked holding his wife’s hand—it felt especially pleasant.

Inside this quaint room, Ye Kun was surprised to find it was a drinking establishment.

Water was already expensive; wine must be exorbitant.

But this was no ordinary tavern. The men around discussed major affairs of Taijing. If sober, one was merely one among many; drunk, one could claim dominion over all of Taijing.

“Do you know what the western outskirts of the wilderness have become now?” a burly man shouted, standing on his stool and holding a wine jug.

“I’ve heard there have been great changes there.”

The burly man laughed boisterously. “Do you know why these changes happened?!”

The crowd shook their heads.

“Once, the western wilderness was lush with trees, but now... it’s truly a wasteland. The earth is cracked, mountains broken! Do you know why?!”

Everyone was drawn in by the topic. Ye Kun and Ye Li felt a jolt in their hearts. Could it be...

“Our foremost Taoist of Taijing, Daodezi, possesses power to destroy heaven and earth. But he was envied by petty men—two recklessly challenged him, a silver man and a golden woman.”

Ye Kun’s lip twitched violently. Petty men? Unless his memory was wrong, Daodezi had escaped that day.

Beside him, Ye Li nearly lost control. Golden woman?

Now everyone called her the golden woman?

They even called her a petty man and said she and that damned silver man lost to Daodezi...

That old man could kill forty with a single finger.

The burly man boasted, “This is Taijing intelligence! It hasn’t spread yet. I’m headed to the Ankang Continent flying ship point, then on to Taijing to investigate.”

Ye Li wanted to confront Daodezi directly. Spreading such rumors—was he not afraid of her revenge?

“Taijing is far. Let’s talk about Ankang Continent. Any news to share?”

“I’ve heard the head of the Ye family on Ankang Continent, Ye Zhao, is ill, and the whole Ye family reeks of decay.”