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n69 Destiny Epaulet

nChu Bai’s words could not be more obvious.

nHe had obviously heard everything.

nHearing Chu Bai’s words, the seven old men’s expressions changed.

n“Ahahaha… Chunhua Brothel? Young man, what are you talking about? I don’t understand. Old Swordsman, ten gold coins it is then. Give him a discount.”

nHuo Yan touched his red beard and laughed, trying to hide his embarrassment.

nOriginally, he was thinking of scamming some money so that he could take care of those poor girls.

nThe swordsman coughed and said, “You don’t need to pay. I’ll give you a free class advancement.”

nClang.

nChu Bai slammed a hundred gold coins on the table.

n“Here! 100 gold coins is 100 gold coins. I’m not a person who covets small gains.”

nHearing Chu Bai’s words, the seven of them trembled.

nHuo Yan immediately flashed to Chu Bai’s side and pulled him to the side, whispering, “Young man, I was wrong just now. Here are five gold coins. It’s just a small token of my appreciation. Please accept it.”

nHe handed Chu Bai five gold coins with a smile.

nDing. You’ve received five gold coins.

n“Just five?” Chu Bai asked.

nHuo Yan paused for a moment.

n“No, this is all I have! If you don’t believe me, take a look!”

nHe then opened his pockets, cloth bags, and other things.

nTwo lonely copper coins fell to the ground.

n“I’ll add two more copper coins. I really don’t have any more.”

nWhen the other six old men saw this scene, they exchanged glances and understood tacitly.

n“Spending money to avoid disaster, huh?”

nThen, they all took out their money and came over.

n“Hehehe, young man, here’s 15 gold coins, my entire fortune. I’ll apologize to you on behalf of that Old Huo Yan.”

n“I have 13 gold coins.”

n“I have eight gold coins here.”

n“I only have two copper coins… Little brother, please forget what you just heard.”

n…

nChu Bai took them all.

n“Senior, you have more than 20 gold coins, right?”

nHe looked at the swordsman.

nThe swordsman paused for a moment.

nThen, Chu Bai pointed at his money bag.

n“It’s bulging.”

nThe swordsman’s mouth twitched, and he threw the money bag to Chu Bai.

n“That’s all.”

nChu Bai laughed as he weighed it in his hand, then walked over.

n“Class change, swordsman.”

nThe swordsman passed a scroll to Chu Bai in a bad mood.

n“Just write your name on it and you can change your class.”

n“Many thanks, Senior.”

nChu Bai grinned.

nThen, he wrote ‘Bai Ye’.

nDing. Class change failed.

n“What?”

nChu Bai frowned.

n“What’s wrong?”

nThe seven of them looked at Chu Bai in confusion.

n“Class change failed.”

n“What?”

nThey were shocked.

n“You can try again.”

nThe swordsman handed Chu Bai a class change scroll.

nDing. Class change failed.

n“It still failed?”

nThey looked at each other.

n“How did this happen?”

nChu Bai then stared at them and said, “Don’t tell me you guys are unhappy that you had to give me money and that’s why you’re not letting me change classes. I’ll file a complaint.”

n“Kid!”

nThe swordsman stood up and pointed at Chu Bai.

n“You can question my character, but you can’t question my professional ethics!”

nHuo Yan tugged at the corner of the old swordsman’s clothes and said in a low voice, “Old Swordsman, you were absent from work yesterday.”

nThe swordsman was speechless.

n“Fine,” he said.

nHe then slumped into the chair.

nThen, he raised his head and looked at Chu Bai, “But whether you believe it or not, the seven of us didn’t play any tricks in this matter.”

nIn fact, Chu Bai believed it too. After all, he had also failed to transition to Sword God.

n“Then what’s the situation here?”

nChu Bai frowned.

nBeing unable to change classes meant that his attributes would be weaker.

nMost of the players’ attributes came from their second and third job transitions.

n“There are two reasons for this. Either our strength isn’t enough for you to change your class, which means we’re not worthy of you, or you’re too weak, so you don’t have the ability to obtain more power. Which of these two reasons do you think is the reason?”

nChu Bai thought for a while and said, “It should be the former.”

n“The former? Hahaha! I’m only telling you this in theory.”

nThey laughed.

nThe swordsman then said, “I’ve sat here for 30 years and have handled at least 50,000 people, if not 100,000. If you take a casual look in the city now, you’ll easily find someone whom I’ve helped. There has never been a person who couldn’t change their classes because they were too strong.

n“Has there been anyone who was too strong to change their classes? But you actually said that it’s the former. You really don’t know… I… F*ck!”

nBefore he could finish his sentence, he suddenly noticed the epaulet on Chu Bai’s chest!

n“The destiny epaulet!”

nThey all shouted in unison and stood up in shock, staring at the destiny epaulet.

n“Are you talking about this?”

nChu Bai laughed in his heart. He lowered his head and used his hand to pull at the epaulet on his chest.

nThe seven of them rushed in front of Chu Bai and stared at the epaulet.

n“The destiny epaulet! It really is the destiny epaulet!”

nTheir bodies were trembling with excitement!

nThen, they raised their heads and looked at Chu Bai in a completely different light.

n“I’m sorry! I apologize for what I said just now, the great chosen one!” The swordsman placed a hand on his chest and bowed deeply to Chu Bai. The other six did the same.

n“Do you need to be so polite?”

nChu Bai sat down on the swordsman’s chair, crossed his legs, blew on his tea, and took a small sip.

nThe swordsman said, “The person who has the destiny epaulet is the chosen one handpicked by the three goddesses. He may even become the human race’s son of destiny. He’ll lead the human race to victory in the Battle of Gods. Even the three goddesses will have to be polite to you, let alone us.”

nHuo Yan wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, “I’d like to express my deepest apologies for my inappropriate behavior before.”

n“It’s fine. Let’s talk about the class change.”

n“From the looks of it, it’s true that you can’t go through the second transition because you’re too strong, but it’s fine!” the swordsman said.

nThen, he took out a class change scroll and passed it to Chu Bai.

n“This scroll has inherited my legacy. After using it, you can change your class to the hidden class, Light Swordsman.”

nWhen the other six old men saw this, they also took out their hidden class scrolls and rushed over.

n“Young hero, don’t change to a swordsman. Choose another class and change to my Explosive Mage class. Being a mage is awesome!”

n“Go to the side, you trashy mage. Change your class to my Divine Shield Bearer. If you’re a man, you should be tougher!”

n“All of your jobs are trash. Change to my White Feather Priest class. Which man doesn’t need blessings?”

n…

nChu Bai was shocked by their sudden enthusiasm.

nHe quickly stood up and took the Light Swordsman scroll.

n“No, no, no. I still prefer being a swordsman.”

nThe swordsman’s face was filled with pride.

n“Changing to a swordsman is right! Which man doesn’t want to use his sword to travel the world?!”

nChu Bai then mumbled, “I’m just afraid that my class isn’t good enough and I won’t be able to make any money. I might even have to scrape together some money to go to Chunhua Brothel.”

nThe seven old men were speechless.

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