Soul Skill: Power of Money

The Speed Clan and the Clear Sky Sect were related by blood, and Bai He was even Tang San's great-uncle.

Bai Chenxiang was also Tang San's younger cousin.

Supporting the Speed Clan would be easy enough, and giving them a way to make a living would be simple too. Food delivery, courier services, escort work—any one of them could be highly profitable.

The key was—

He feared that after getting the Speed Clan back on its feet, Bai He would go running back the moment Tang San or the Clear Sky Sect called for him.

Wouldn't that mean all his efforts had been for nothing?

The Strength Clan was in much the same state. Though they had no familial ties to the Clear Sky Sect, their loyalty was astonishing.

They called themselves Tang Hao's servants.

Li Xun simply couldn't understand that. Wasn't it better to stand tall as a person?

Based on those points alone—

Of the Single Attribute Four Great Clans, the only ones he wanted to win over were the Breaking Clan and the Defense Clan.

Yang Qianjun carefully tucked the Silver Card into his clothes. "Um... Little Brother Li Xun, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first."

Naturally, Li Xun could not let him leave just like that. Not only did he want the second volume of Yang Wudi's Medical Book, but he also wanted to take this opportunity to make contact with Yang Wudi himself.

"Brother Yang, wait."

"To be honest, I've benefited immensely from Senior Yang Wudi's work. I wonder if you would be willing to sell me the second volume?"

Yang Qianjun appeared somewhat hesitant.

This trip had already yielded far more than he had expected. He did not want to take another risk.

He had only thought of stealing his grandfather's books to sell for money in a moment of impulsiveness. He had no idea what would happen when he returned.

If he stole out the second volume too, his grandfather might break his hands.

Besides, the second volume was mostly about making poisons. He had deliberately left it behind when he took the first one.

Seeing Yang Qianjun hesitate, Li Xun decided to be ruthless. "Brother Yang, I'm willing to pay two thousand gold coins for the second volume of the Pharmacopoeia. And I can pay a deposit of five hundred Gold Soul Coins upfront."

Li Xun took a bag of Gold Soul Coins out of his Soul Tool.

There were exactly five hundred inside.

Still feeling that it was not impactful enough, he slowly poured the Gold Soul Coins from the bag onto the table.

Listening to the clinking of Gold Soul Coins against the tabletop, Yang Qianjun's heart began to pound uncontrollably.

When he saw Li Xun actually pour the Gold Soul Coins onto the table, his eyes widened even further.

Five hundred Gold Soul Coins did not sound like much when spoken aloud, but piled on a table, they made for a spectacular sight.

The tabletop glittered with golden light, resembling a miniature mountain of gold.

Yang Qianjun was only twelve years old. When had he ever seen such a scene?

He had been excited when he received the Silver Card earlier, but he had still managed to restrain himself. After all, it was not real money, merely a card.

"I..."

Yang Qianjun slowly closed his eyes, suppressing the greed in his heart.

But Li Xun cut him off after he had uttered only a single word.

"I'll add another five hundred. These five hundred Gold Soul Coins are just the deposit—you can take them directly. Once you deliver the second volume, I'll pay you another two thousand Gold Soul Coins."

"Brother Yang, you wouldn't want your future sister-in-law to live a hard life, would you?"

After saying that, Li Xun took out two Silver Cards from his Soul Tool and slowly placed them in a corner of the table.

The table was now awash with golden light, and the addition of those two flashes of silver gave it an entirely different color.

The resolve Yang Qianjun had been clinging to crumbled beneath those two streaks of silver.

"Y-you're giving too much." Yang Qianjun forced out the words with difficulty.

"Not at all. I believe Senior Yang Wudi's knowledge is worth this price."

Li Xun looked at Yang Qianjun with a smile. "Brother Yang, I'll say it again: the knowledge has merely been sold, not lost."

"Alright, I'll go get you the second volume." Yang Qianjun tilted his head back and took a deep breath.

"Good. I like straightforward people like you, Brother Yang. It isn't safe for you to carry this many gold coins, so I'll exchange them for a Bronze Card."

Li Xun took out a bronze card and handed it to Yang Qianjun.

Looking at the Bronze Card being offered to him, Yang Qianjun actually felt a little moved.

At his age, carrying such a large bag of Gold Soul Coins was no different from telling other Soul Masters to come rob him.

Li Xun was clearly considering his safety.

"Little Brother Li Xun, thank you! Do you have any paper and a pen?"

"I do. Why?"

Li Xun asked, feigning confusion.

"I'll write you an IOU. If Grandpa happens to find out, you can use it to get the second volume from him." Yang Qianjun's face was filled with determination.

His grandfather, Yang Wudi, was stubborn and upright by nature.

Even if he discovered that Yang Qianjun had stolen the book, he would not go back on his word since Yang Qianjun had already written an IOU.

At most, Yang Qianjun would suffer a little more.

"Brother Yang, I trust your character. There's no need for an IOU; I wouldn't want it to hurt our friendship."

Li Xun pretended to decline.

"Little Brother Li Xun, thank you for trusting me so much, but my grandfather has a terrible temper."

Yang Qianjun seemed to recall something and could not help but shudder. "If I get confined or have my legs broken, you can take the IOU to my house. Consider it saving me."

"Alright..."

Li Xun nodded reluctantly.

He took out paper, a brush, and ink paste from his Soul Tool.

Once everything was settled, Li Xun saw Yang Qianjun out of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

He could not shake the feeling that he was like an adult swindling a child, though he had paid for it.

Li Xun pushed open the gate to his courtyard.

He saw Ning Fengzhi and Ning Rongrong drinking tea in the pavilion.

"Xiao Xun, you're smiling so happily. Did you get a useful book?"

"Brother Li Xun, hurry and close your mouth. It's nearly stretched to your ears."

"Teacher, Rongrong, why are you here?" Li Xun turned back to close the courtyard gate before walking toward the pavilion.

"I happened to have some free time, so I came to discuss the Heaven Dou Royal Academy with you." Ning Fengzhi took a sip of tea and spoke with a smile.

"Brother Li Xun, when are we leaving? It's so boring staying in the sect all the time."

Ning Rongrong lay sprawled across the table, looking utterly bored.

Inside the sect, all she did was cultivate or study, with Li Xun watching over her the whole time. She desperately wanted to go out and see the world.

"I don't have anything left to deal with right now. We can leave whenever."

Li Xun sat down, slapped away Ning Rongrong's mischievous little hand as it reached toward him, and took a sip of tea.

He had already gathered more than half the information on the Immortal Herbs. For the rest, he only needed to wait. It was also time for him to make contact with Dugu Bo and his grandson.

"Great! Then let's leave tomorrow. I'll go pack right now." Ning Rongrong sprang to her feet and said excitedly.

"Go ahead. You don't need to bring too much." Ning Fengzhi said indulgently.

"Xiao Xun, because of their Martial Souls, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has an innate arrogance in their temperament. If you come into conflict with them, do not act rashly."

"Your potential is immense. Your future achievements will certainly far surpass theirs. There is no need to fight over a momentary slight."

Ning Fengzhi looked at Li Xun and instructed, "However, while we do not seek trouble, we are not afraid of it either. Don't let yourself be wronged."

The main reason he had agreed to Xue Qinghe's request to send Li Xun and Ning Rongrong to the academy

was to let the outside world see the potential of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's younger generation.

This would attract more people willing to place their bets on the sect.

It would naturally be best if no conflict arose.

"Teacher, I won't act recklessly." Li Xun nodded.

Right now, everything he did was focused on increasing his strength. Why would he have the time to bother with Yu Tianheng? The only reason he had agreed to go to the academy was to get close to Dugu Bo.

He intended to find an opportunity to bring the other party into his own camp.

The two discussed a few more matters requiring attention. Ning Fengzhi glanced at the sky and was about to rise.

"By the way, Teacher, what do you think of the Breaking Clan?" Li Xun suddenly asked.

"The Breaking Clan."