As Fang Yuan stepped out of Hu Lao San's tent, the icy night wind blew over him, cooling his boiling emotions somewhat.
The heavy silver at his waist and the few scorching Crimson Sun Fruits in his bosom seemed to carry entirely different weights.
One represented real wealth and the means to escape; the other contained the possibility of soaring to the heavens in a single step, while concealing immense danger.
"Five hundred taels each... four would be two thousand taels..."
The number echoed through Fang Yuan's mind, making him dizzy for a moment.
Two thousand taels of silver! It was enough to buy a decent residence in the county town and let Wanwan and Douding live prosperous, peaceful lives,
with plenty left over as funds for cultivation.
The temptation was beyond words.
He almost instinctively turned to go back and trade one Crimson Sun Fruit to Hu Lao San.
But the instant he moved, he forced himself to stop.
"No!" A cold voice rang out in his heart.
Hu Lao San was polite to him now for two reasons: first, he valued Fang Yuan's ability to bring in game; second, he believed Fang Yuan had potential and was worth investing in.
But that "politeness" rested on the premise that there was not yet any fundamental gap between their strength and status.
The moment he produced a Crimson Sun Fruit worth five hundred taels... the nature of things would change completely.
A country hunter with no backing and no true martial strength,
carrying a treasure enough to drive many low-ranking martial artists mad... it was no different from a child carrying gold through the marketplace!
Hu Lao San might keep his word, but what about the merchant guild behind him? What if news leaked and drew other covetous eyes?
And