Solve Worries Grocery Store

"What a flourishing world of immortal cultivation this is..."

Qin Yang squatted at the shop entrance, looking melancholically at a cultivator's streak of light cutting across the sky, muttering to himself with eyes full of envy.

A moment later, he patted his backside, turned around, and headed back into his room to his dedicated workshop.

Calling it a workshop was a bit of a stretch; it was really just a rosewood table he had cleared off specifically for crafting basic talismans.

He took out a blank piece of talisman paper and picked up the talisman brush made from the tail hair of a Three-Tailed Wolf. As he channeled his True Essence, a faint white light emerged from the tip of the brush. Once it stabilized, he flicked his wrist and began to slowly outline the patterns on the paper.

A short while later, beads of sweat appeared on Qin Yang's forehead. As he lifted the brush, most of the talisman paper was covered in complete talisman paths, with only the very center left blank.

From cutting the paper, outlining the basic patterns, soaking it in spirit liquid, to stabilizing the paths—this completed a basic Fire Element talisman.

Regrettably, this couldn't truly be called a talisman yet; it had to wait for a real talisman master to complete the crucial core part—the finishing touch—to make it a genuine article.

Of course, a real talisman master would never waste their True Essence or time on such menial early-stage work. Thus, selling these basic talismans was one of the more profitable items in Qin Yang's Solve Worries Grocery Store. Each one sold for five First Grade Spirit Stones, and after compressing costs, Qin Yang made a profit of two, barely managing to shed the title of a sweatshop laborer.

After spending three hours crafting ten basic Fire Element talismans, Qin Yang finally set down his brush, sighing with emotion.

He remembered when he first transmigrated and confirmed the ironclad fact of his situation. Upon discovering the Universe Bag at his waist, he had laughed out loud three times, because he had transmigrated using the exact character he was playing in the most popular virtual game of his past life, "First-Rate Immortal Cultivation."

Back then, while he wasn't among the strongest Immortal Venerables in that boundless virtual world, he was considered one of the top four tycoons. If anyone wanted rare materials, exotic magical artifacts, or precious cultivation techniques, coming to him was the right choice.

Add to that the massive collection of rare secret arts, divine abilities, and Daoist scriptures he had gathered, he should 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, none of those were here anymore.

There had been a slight discrepancy.

Although he had indeed transmigrated with his virtual game character, it was a level-one alt he had just created. The Universe Bag had turned into a lowest-tier storage bag, and inside, aside from a set of old clothes to change into, there wasn't even a single hair to be found.

Even the clothes were just a set of Daoist robes that were so washed they were practically rotting away.

The swing from extreme joy to extreme sorrow had almost made him cry back then.

It was only because he was lucky enough to catch the Boundless Dao Academy's massive expansion toward Green Forest City that he managed to follow the trend. By playing it smart, not fearing filth or fatigue, and working for a year or so, he finally had a place to settle down—a small storefront with a shop in the front and living quarters in the back.

He named the shop Solve Worries Grocery Store.

He sold nothing but bottom-tier goods; even these semi-finished basic talismans were considered high-quality items in his shop.

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

Just as Qin Yang was sitting there lost in thought, a low, rhythmic knocking sound came from the back door—long and short beats, lasting for several seconds. Qin Yang jolted, a brilliant smile instantly spreading across his face.

"Heh, a customer is here."

This code was based on Morse Code, known only to his regular, cooperative clients. Of course, these clients had no idea that the translation of this Morse Code was "ruthless bandit."

He closed the front shop before heading to the back to open the door.

In the blink of an eye, he caught a strong scent of blood. A two-meter-tall burly man walked in, carrying two massive black leather bags in his hands.

"Boss Qin, this batch needs urgent processing." The burly man had thick eyebrows and large eyes, his gaze filled with Sha. With every breath, a wisp of white mist puffed from his nose, and his entire body exuded a fierce, predatory aura.

"Urgent processing doubles the price."

"I know the rules. Here are four hundred First Grade Spirit Stones." The burly man's expression didn't change. He opened a small bag right in front of him, revealing a pile of fingernail-sized white crystals.

Qin Yang didn't rush to collect them. He crouched down in front of the two black leather bags and opened them to reveal two corpses—one appeared to be an old man in his fifties or sixties, and the other looked to be in his forties, clean-shaven and pale-faced.

"High risk, high difficulty. Add another triple," Qin Yang said casually after a quick glance.

"Boss Qin, triple is going too far!" The burly man's expression turned cold, his breathing grew rapid, and his skin turned bright red as if it were on fire, his stature even growing by three inches.

"Heh..." Qin Yang remained unmoved, merely sneering. "Too far? I solve worries for people, and I always have clear, fixed prices. These two are genuine cultivators who have forged their Dao Foundation, not some entry-level Qi Cultivation Stage novices. Besides, you thought you'd stripped them clean and waited for their aura to dissipate before bringing them here, thinking I wouldn't notice? And look at the clothes they're wearing—that's not ordinary silk, it's Heavenly Silk woven with the eighteen-hook method. Plus, look at how old this guy is without a beard; do I really need to tell you where these two are from?"

"Ha..." In an instant, the burly man seemed like a punctured balloon, rapidly returning to his original state. He gave a thumbs-up with a silly grin on his face. "Boss Qin has eyes like torches. Triple it is, but they must be processed today."

As he spoke, the burly man honestly handed over an additional six hundred First Grade Spirit Stones.

After the burly man left, Qin Yang took out a small cloth bag and sprinkled the yellow powder inside across the backyard, paying special attention to the two corpses. The pungent smell of blood dissipated immediately. He then pulled out a porcelain bottle, uncorked it, and let the faint white smoke drift out, clearing away all remaining odors.

Only after finishing this did Qin Yang fully open the black bags. He looked at the two corpses on the ground and let out a soft sigh.

This Solve Worries Grocery Store was just a regular shop in the front, no different from the many other small businesses in Green Forest City, barely making enough to survive. The "Solve Worries" part of the name referred to his side business: disposing of corpses.

When he first arrived last year, starving and desperate, the first money he earned for a meal came from disposing of a body.

At the time, a plague had broken out in the west of the city, killing many. These bodies couldn't be left in the city, but no real cultivator wanted to touch such work. The city guards, fearing infection, offered money to anyone willing to take the bodies outside the city to be burned or buried.

The people they found were from the west side, locked down and unable to leave. But those who took the job were paid, and if they didn't catch the plague, they would be cleared from the lockdown.

Qin Yang had taken the job. Relying on his storage bag and some medical knowledge, he stayed fully protected and luckily didn't get infected.

After the bodies were disposed of and the lockdown lifted, Qin Yang used the money to get a house in the west side and opened the Solve Worries Grocery Store.

Solving worries, indeed—it was still just disposing of corpses.

The business had become increasingly strange. Nowadays, he was essentially helping people clean up loose ends. None of the bodies sent to him had died of natural causes. It didn't take a genius to guess that these were people who had died in conflicts, some even victims of backstabbing.

After all, this was a world where immortal cultivation flourished. There were countless ways to track down who someone had fought before they died. Different magical artifacts, different techniques, and different methods all left traces. Even with these two corpses, even if they had been found in the wilderness, Qin Yang could use various methods to trace the clues back to who had defeated them. Even if he couldn't pinpoint the exact person, he could narrow it down to a very small range.

A few glances were enough for Qin Yang to see that these two Unlucky Eggs had fought until both were severely wounded, only to be finished off by someone else who had swooped in to reap the rewards.

Otherwise, how could two Foundation Establishment cultivators have died in the most dilapidated west side of Green Forest City?

You have to understand, there weren't many cultivators in the west side of the city to begin with, and after last year's plague, the strongest ones remaining here would be lucky to even reach the sixth or seventh level of the Qi Cultivation Stage.

But it didn't matter who came; as a professional troubleshooter, Qin Yang's methods ensured that, at the very least, no one could trace anything back to him. If they couldn't trace it back to him, his clients naturally had nothing to worry about.

Setting up a table and placing an incense burner upon it, Qin Yang lit three sticks of Spirit Incense, inserted them into the burner, and bowed deeply to the two corpses.

"Two seniors, if you have grievances, seek your revenge elsewhere; don't come looking for me. At the very least, I'm ensuring you're laid to rest properly so your bodies aren't left out in the wilderness to be fed to the beasts outside the city. Since you've already passed on, go in peace. If I manage to loot anything good this time, I'll come back and roll some more Spirit Incense for you—at least three bundles, enough to last you a year..."

After muttering these words, Qin Yang slowly reached a hand toward the old man's corpse.

The moment his hand made contact, a wisp of white mist rose from his palm. The mist acted like an extension of his hand, reaching out to grasp the corpse...

Suddenly, the hand made of white mist retracted, holding a soft, white orb of light.

As the phantom hand merged back into Qin Yang's palm, the orb dissipated, revealing a blue-covered book shimmering with a faint glow.

"Heh, managed to loot a Skill Book."

Qin Yang didn't pay it much mind, tossing it casually into his Storage Bag before reaching toward the middle-aged man's corpse. The same phantom hand appeared, and after another grasp, it pulled out yet another orb.

The orb dissipated, leaving a piece of Blood Jade two fingers wide in Qin Yang's hand. Its luster was warm and the surface smooth, but the blood-red color seemed to overflow as if it had been soaked in real blood, enough to make one's hair stand on end.

Qin Yang raised an eyebrow, rubbing the Blood Jade carefully, his expression showing a hint of genuine surprise.

He hadn't expected to actually loot something this good.

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