Volume 1, Chapter 53: Two Thousand for Vegetables, One Thousand for Meat, and Selling Qin Yao's Clothes

“Wife, you know my younger brother has always had a strained relationship with us,” Qin Yuan said, urging her not to be upset.

Seeing Ling Wu head upstairs to the second floor, Juedai immediately followed. The second floor presented a different scene altogether, filled with various modes of transportation: horses from the Central Plains, labor tools from the Jiangnan region, and camels essential for the desert beyond the frontier. Yet Ling Wu made no pause, striding straight toward the third floor.

With the anti-corruption campaign intensifying, Xue Fei was confident that more and more corrupt officials would soon be exposed.

Moreover, the Forest Company had successively partnered with several European firms, planning to launch a mobile phone manufacturing enterprise and a large-scale medical equipment production facility.

Zi Luo shared with Zi Shu that she had read some ancient texts about fish farming in rice paddies. Although the records were incomplete, she believed the idea was feasible.

“Heh heh, ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha…” Juedai suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter. His left arm’s mechanical armor transformed into a laser blade, slashing across the neck of the Six-Fingered Qin Demon. A silver-haired head rolled to the side with a soft thud. The dagger hidden in the demon’s sleeve fell to the ground as a result.

The furious speed triggered sonic booms. During their sprint, Qin Yu and Guang Xing left behind long afterimages, making it nearly impossible for most ninjas to discern their true forms.

Two hours remained before the sect’s grand tournament began, and the number of registrants at the sign-up desk gradually dwindled. As the staff started packing up, preparing to close registration, five shadowy figures appeared in the sky.

“Ah, Brother Ping, why must you be so stubborn? But since you insist, then this humble monk will no longer refuse,” Xu Que half-reluctantly accepted the storage ring, then slapped the divine stone with his palm.

A Man, are you well now? A Man? Can you hear me? Xuanyuan Xue’er tried to sense A Man’s presence but felt nothing.

Leading them was a burly middle-aged man. His arm bore a deep, bone-exposing scar, with lingering energy swirling continuously around it.

He raised his blood-stained hand to touch a severed limb, the skin charred beyond recognition.

This was a collaborative painting by two caretakers responsible for this place, one of whom had never studied illustration, yet they managed to complete the artwork together.

Such assassination attempts remained superficial; some even orchestrated common folk to oppose him.

Under the merciless onslaught of the metallic storm, the secret realm seemed to have become Chen Miao’s private garden. He strolled leisurely through the forest, leaving behind a trail of silence. So far, he had not encountered a single player.

The middle-aged man carrying the briefcase had much of his ferocity tempered, but his bloodied and mangled appearance was still deeply unsettling. His voice, dripping with bitter resentment, pronounced each word with icy precision.

The three young men selected by the great-grandfather were all second sons from three families: his own parents had two sons, the third uncle’s family had three sons, and the fourth uncle’s family had two sons.

On their way back, they encountered Ji Manshi getting out of a carriage. As the window rolled down, Ji Manshi glanced over with curiosity but was met with a sharp, icy stare from Bo Qi.

A new “Absorption” effect had been added, allowing one to gain experience in a specific basic skill of the target while healing their health. The absorption limit could not exceed the experience of the healed target.

Besides, Gunitz disliked having others follow him closely; it limited his own opportunities to shine and significantly reduced various rewards.