Solve Worries Grocery Store

"Such a flourishing immortal cultivation world..."

Qin Yang squatted at the shop entrance, watching a cultivator's streak of escape light slash across the sky. His face was gloomy as he muttered to himself, his eyes filled with envy...

After a while, he patted his backside, turned around, and went into his room—his dedicated workspace.

Calling it a workspace was generous. Inside stood only a rosewood table, cleared specifically for making basic talismans...

Qin Yang took out a blank talisman paper. Holding a talisman brush made from the tail hair of a Three-Tailed Wolf, he circulated his True Essence. Once the faint white spiritual glow emerging from the brush tip stabilized, he flicked his wrist and slowly traced lines across the paper.

After a while, sweat beaded on Qin Yang's forehead. When he lifted his brush, most of the talisman paper was already covered in complete talisman patterns, with only the very center left blank.

From cutting the talisman paper, tracing the foundational patterns, soaking it in spirit liquid, and stabilizing the talisman lines, a basic Fire Element talisman had essentially been completed...

Unfortunately, this could not yet be considered a talisman. Only when a true talisman master completed the most crucial core portion—adding the finishing touch that brought the dragon to life—would it become a genuine talisman.

Of course, real talisman masters would never waste their True Essence and time on such preliminary work. Thus, selling basic talismans was one of the more profitable businesses in Qin Yang's grocery store. Five First Grade Spirit Stones each; after cutting costs, he earned two stones per talisman, barely shedding the title of sweatshop worker...

After spending three hours making ten basic Fire Element talismans, Qin Yang finally put down his brush, his face full of wistful sighs...

Back when he had first transmigrated, after confirming the ironclad fact that he had indeed transmigrated, he discovered the Universe Bag at his waist and immediately laughed three times. This was because he had crossed over directly with his game character from the wildly popular virtual game of his previous life, "First-Rate Immortal Cultivation"...

At the time, while he had not been among the strongest Immortal Venerables in that boundless virtual game world, he had still been one of its four great tycoons. If anyone wanted rare materials, precious magical treasures, or extraordinary cultivation arts, they only had to come to him.

And with the enormous collection of rare secret arts, divine abilities, Dao scripture troves, and hidden treasures he had amassed, wouldn't he have been invincible...

Law Manifestation of Heaven and Earth, True Dragon Prajna Skill, Ask the Heavens Sword Canon, Three Treasures Glazed Lamp, Yin Yang Law Bottle...

Well, all of those were gone...

There had been a tiny mishap...

He had indeed transmigrated with a virtual game character, but that character was a newly created level-one alt. The Universe Bag had also become the lowest-grade Storage Bag, containing nothing but a change of worn old clothes—not even an extra hair...

Even the clothes were just a washed-to-ruin Daoist robe...

That whiplash from great joy to crushing despair had nearly made him cry on the spot...

Fortunately, his luck had been good. He had caught up with Boundless Dao Academy's massive development push toward Green Forest City, followed the current, used a little cleverness, and was not afraid of dirt or hard work. After a year and a half, he had finally gained a place to settle down: a small storefront, with the shop in front and living quarters behind...

The shop was called Solve Worries Grocery Store...

It sold nothing but low-grade odds and ends. Even semi-finished basic talismans counted as good merchandise in the store...

After a year, he had completely integrated into this place...

Just as Qin Yang sat there lost in thought, a series of low thumping knocks came from the back door. Thump, thump, thump—the rhythm was distinct, long and short beats continuing for several seconds. Qin Yang jolted, and a brilliant smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Heh, a customer's here."

Qin Yang had devised this code using Morse Code. Only longtime customers with whom he had worked pleasantly knew it. Naturally, none of those old customers knew that translated from Morse Code, it meant "bandit"...

After closing the front shop, he went around back and opened the rear door.

In the blink of an eye, he caught a thick stench of blood. Then he saw a burly man over two meters tall walk in, carrying two enormous black leather sacks in his hands...

"Boss Qin, this batch needs urgent handling." The man had thick brows and large eyes, Baleful Intent in his gaze. With every breath, a wisp of white vapor puffed from before his nose, and his entire body radiated savage ferocity.

"Urgent handling costs double."

"I know the rules. Four hundred First Grade Spirit Stones." The burly man's expression did not change. Right in front of Qin Yang, he opened a small bag containing a pile of white crystals the size of fingernails.

Qin Yang did not take the payment in a hurry. He bent down and squatted before the two black leather sacks. After opening them, he saw two corpses inside: one was an old man who appeared to be fifty or sixty, while the other looked to be in his forties, pale-faced and beardless...

"High risk, high difficulty. Add another three times the price." Qin Yang merely glanced at them before casually adding this condition.

"Boss Qin, tripling it is excessive!" The burly man's face turned cold. His breathing quickened, his skin reddened as if it had caught fire, and his body grew another three inches taller...

"Heh..." Qin Yang remained unmoved and merely sneered. "Excessive? When I solve people's worries, my prices are always clearly marked. These two are genuine cultivators who forged their Dao Foundations, not newcomers at the Qi Cultivation Stage. Besides, you think you stripped them clean and waited until their aura dissipated before bringing them here, so I wouldn't be able to tell? And the clothes on these two aren't ordinary silk—they're Heavenly Silk woven with the eighteen-hook method. Add in the fact that this fellow is already so old yet still has no beard. Do I even need to say where these two came from?"

"Ha..." In an instant, the burly man was like a punctured balloon, rapidly returning to normal. With an honest-looking grin, he raised a thumb. "Boss Qin's eyes are as sharp as torches. Another three times, then—but it must be handled today."

As he spoke, the burly man obediently added another six hundred First Grade Spirit Stones...

After the burly man left, Qin Yang first took out a small cloth pouch and scattered the yellow powder inside around the backyard, paying special attention to the two corpses. The pungent blood stench immediately dissipated. Then he took out a porcelain bottle. Once he pulled out the stopper, faint white smoke drifted forth, and every remaining scent vanished with it...

Only after finishing this did Qin Yang fully open the black sacks. Looking at the two corpses on the ground, he let out a quiet sigh.

Solve Worries Grocery Store was, from the front, simply a grocery store. It was not much different from the many little shops in Green Forest City and only earned enough to scrape by. But the "solve worries" in its name meant helping people dispose of corpses...

When he had first arrived last year, he had been so hungry that his chest stuck to his back. The first money he earned for food had come from disposing of corpses...

At the time, an epidemic had broken out in West City, killing many people. Their bodies could not be left inside the city, but what real cultivator would bother with such work? The City Guard also feared catching the plague, so they offered payment for someone to carry the bodies outside the city to burn and bury them...

The people they sought were those in West City itself, who had been sealed in and could not leave. But anyone willing to take the job could earn money, and if they did not contract the plague afterward, they would no longer need to remain locked down in West City.

Qin Yang had accepted the job. Fortunately, he had a Storage Bag, and with his medical common sense and full protective gear, he had luckily avoided infection.

After the corpses had been dealt with and West City's lockdown was lifted, Qin Yang used the money to acquire a house there and open Solve Worries Grocery Store.

Solving worries, after all, still meant handling corpses...

It was only that the business had grown increasingly strange. By now, he was basically helping people clean up loose ends. Almost none of the bodies sent to him had died naturally. Without even needing to guess, he knew they had lost their lives in conflict; some had more directly been victims of black eating black...

After all, this was a world where immortal cultivation flourished. There were not a thousand ways but eight hundred to investigate whom someone had fought before dying. Deaths caused by different magical artifacts, different spells, and different methods all left traces. Even with the two bodies before him, if they had been found in the wilderness, Qin Yang could still follow the threads and use all kinds of methods to trace whose hands they had fallen into. Even if he could not pinpoint an individual, he could narrow it down to an extremely small range.

With these two, Qin Yang needed only a few glances to see that the two Unlucky Eggs had fought until both sides were badly wounded, only to be finished off by someone who swooped in to pick up the spoils...

Otherwise, how could two Foundation Establishment cultivators who had forged Dao Foundations possibly die in the most rundown part of Green Forest City, West City?

One had to know that there had not been many cultivators in West City to begin with. After last year's epidemic, the strongest people remaining here were only around the sixth or seventh level of the Qi Cultivation Stage...

But it did not matter who had brought them. Qin Yang professionally solved people's worries. At the very least, when he handled something, no one would be able to trace it back to him. And if it could not be traced back to him, naturally his customers had nothing to worry about...

He set out a table, placed an incense burner on it, lit three sticks of incense, and inserted them into the burner. Then Qin Yang bowed toward the two corpses.

"Two seniors, settle your grievances with those who wronged you and take revenge on those you hate. Don't come looking for me. At least I can let you rest in the earth, instead of leaving your bodies exposed in the wilderness to feed the beasts outside the city. Since you've gone, go in peace. If I happen to feel out something good this time, I'll roll you up some Spirit Incense later—three bundles at the very least, enough for you to smell for a year..."

After muttering a few words, Qin Yang slowly brought one hand toward the old man's corpse.

The instant his hand touched the body, a thread of white mist rose from Qin Yang's injured hand. The mist was like a hand extending from his own, reaching out and grabbing at the corpse...

At once, the hand formed from white mist withdrew, holding a soft white sphere of light.

When that illusory hand merged back into Qin Yang's hand, the light sphere dispersed, revealing a blue-covered book shrouded in a faint glow.

"Heh, I felt out a Skill Book."

Qin Yang did not pay it much attention. He casually tossed it into his Storage Bag, then reached for the middle-aged man's corpse again. The same illusory hand appeared, and after grasping once more, it brought out another sphere of light.

The sphere dispersed, leaving a Blood Jade two fingers wide in Qin Yang's hand. Its color was warm and lustrous, its surface entirely smooth, yet the crimson hue seemed like true blood was seeping outward from within, enough to make one's hair stand on end...

Qin Yang raised a brow and carefully rubbed the Blood Jade, surprise clearly appearing on his face...

He had not expected to really feel out something good...

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