A Stirring I

After leaving Zhao Sheng Ying's residence, Lu Sheng had gained a gray-black gemstone glowing with violet light.

This was Purple Silver Stone. Any official resident of the main city could transfer most of their assets, Ice Coins, into one.

It was not itself some storage treasure, but because it was quite rare and could roughly record stable energy patterns, it was circulated and used much like a savings card.

The one in Lu Sheng's hand was a salary stone containing two hundred thousand Ice Coins.

Zhao Sheng Ying was mentally immature, a flower raised in a greenhouse. She had clearly been talked into believing it all.

But Lu Sheng had no intention of truly remaking her into some special physique with excessively developed muscles. If he really did that, Zhao Sheng Ying might still be able to explain and maneuver her way out of it, but the Zhao Family was not made of fools.

Just as he had left, he had already sensed at least a dozen terrifyingly powerful gazes sweeping over him.

Lightly tossing the Purple Silver Stone in his hand, Lu Sheng curled his lips into a faint smile. In high spirits, he put it away and headed down the street. After turning through several forks, he soon arrived at a lively, bustling commercial district of spired buildings.

All sorts of signs hung from the buildings throughout the district. From pills, formations, talisman paper, and Divine Runes to divine weapons, secret treasures, intelligence, Magical Artifacts, and more, every kind of shop could be found here.

Yet there were no hawkers shouting on the streets. Only the various Weird Beasts ridden by passing customers occasionally let out a cry.

Most customers entering and leaving the shops moved in great haste. Some concealed their identities beneath black robes, while others