Black Market, Big Harvest!

"This man surnamed Liang actually managed to scrape together this much silver!"

Qin Shuang stared at the chest full of silver ingots, shock flickering in his eyes. If even a single hall master had this much white silver, how much must the Flying Eagle Gang possess?

Qin Shuang pried open the other two small chests.

One chest held Gold Leaves and jewelry, while the other contained a stack of banknotes, a round Black Wood Token, and two White Porcelain Bottles, both stoppered with red cloth-wrapped corks. When Qin Shuang opened them, he found twenty Tiger Blood Pills inside.

"What a haul!"

Qin Shuang looked at the three chests, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes.

Three thousand taels in banknotes, one thousand taels in silver ingots—this time, it was truly a great haul!

Qin Shuang tucked the banknotes, the token, and the Tiger Blood Pills into his bosom, packed the jewelry into a bundle he carried in his hand, and loaded the silver ingots into a chest he stored in the underground chamber. He planned to come back for it at night; carrying a large chest around in broad daylight was far too conspicuous.

After tidying everything up and sealing the underground chamber, Qin Shuang discovered a jar of honey in the main hall of Liang Chang's house. He thought for a moment, then took the honey with him and headed toward the banks of the Clear Water River.

Before long.

Qin Shuang arrived at a thicket by the river and found Liang Chang.

By now, Liang Chang was covered in ants, his face twisted in agony, utterly miserable. He wanted to scream, but his mouth was gagged. When he saw Qin Shuang approaching, he immediately blinked frantically and let out muffled "mmph mmph" sounds.

"Liang Chang, where did you get those Tiger Blood Pills?"

Qin Shuang pulled the dishcloth out of Liang Chang's mouth and asked.

He was now simplifying his techniques, but he still needed more Tiger Blood Pills to speed up tempering his Qi and Blood and irrigating his 206 bones.

"Tiger Blood Pills... I bought them all at the Black Market..."

Liang Chang stammered, trembling. At this moment, his eyes were filled with terror, with none of the arrogance he'd shown when demanding debts.

"The Black Market? Where is it? How do I get in?"

Qin Shuang's heart stirred at the news. The Tiger Blood Pills in Qingzhou City were all reserved by the Martial Arts Schools and gang higher-ups, making them hard to buy.

Buying from the Black Market just meant spending a bit more silver. Now that he had Liang Chang's four thousand taels, plus his original fourteen hundred-plus taels, he had a total of over fifty-four hundred taels.

That was more than enough to buy Tiger Blood Pills!

"The Black Market... is at a place called Gathering Moon Lake, on the border between Qingzhou City, Jinyong City, and Red Maple City. It opens at six in the evening every day and closes at five in the morning. You need a token to enter. They sell everything there—Dragon Blood Pills, martial arts manuals..."

As Liang Chang spoke, a desperate hope for survival flickered in his eyes.

At this point, to save his own life, he held nothing back. His head and face were crawling with ants, making him look utterly pitiful.

"Liang Chang, do I still owe you silver?"

Qin Shuang crouched down, reached out to lift Liang Chang's chin, and looked at him leisurely, narrowing his eyes.

"No, no, no... you don't owe anything..."

Liang Chang's eyes were full of fear. His limbs were all broken, his body severely injured—he was a lamb waiting for slaughter. Now, he only hoped that Qin Shuang, having taken the silver, would show mercy and let him live.

"I promised you that if you didn't play any tricks, I'd spare your dog's life. But... you forged a loan agreement and killed people to silence them just to swallow up my family's restaurant—your crimes are truly heinous..."

Qin Shuang looked at Liang Chang, killing intent flashing in his eyes.

"Brother Qin... don't... don't kill me... you promised you wouldn't!"

Liang Chang struggled desperately, his expression panicked, his words frantic.

"I didn't say I'd kill you. I'm just going to smear you with honey."

Qin Shuang said flatly, opening the honey jar. He took a branch, cut wounds into Liang Chang's body, and then smeared honey all over him. As Qin Shuang applied the honey, he noticed more and more ants gathering around.

There were even centipedes lurking nearby.

"You little bastard! You never planned to let me live... You'll die a horrible death! Even as a ghost, I won't let you off!"

"Aaaah..."

When Liang Chang saw Qin Shuang cutting wounds all over his body and smearing honey, terror and despair flooded his heart.

He knew clearly that even bleeding like this would kill him!

Even if he didn't die from the blood loss, the honey mixed with the smell of blood would soon attract ants, centipedes, and snakes. With his limbs broken and his body severely injured, this was clearly never meant to let him go!

"Shut up!"

Qin Shuang stuffed the dishcloth back into Liang Chang's mouth and jabbed his finger into Liang Chang's remaining good eye, blinding him completely, turning him into a one-eyed dragon.

"Mmmph mmmph..."

Liang Chang writhed in pain, his body convulsing. Now, he couldn't curse, couldn't die—all he wanted was for someone to give him a quick end.

Qin Shuang then tore Liang Chang's clothes into strips, binding him even tighter. He broke off some branches to cover him, observed from the side for a while, and casually pulled up some grass. Only when he saw Liang Chang's body completely covered in ants and centipedes did he pick up his bundle and the bamboo cage of dragonflies and leave.

[Grass on Flying (Perfected) can be upgraded]

[Simplification: Step on grass one million times, catch ten thousand dragonflies]

Just as Qin Shuang stepped three zhang away from Liang Chang's hiding spot, a system prompt suddenly rang in his mind.

A torrent of information flooded into his thoughts—it was the complete comprehension and techniques for executing the perfected Grass on Flying lightness skill!

At this moment.

Qin Shuang had a feeling as if he had already practiced the Grass on Flying lightness skill for twenty-five or twenty-six years!

At the same time.

Qin Shuang felt a surge of heat flow into his lower body, his leg bones instantly strengthened, becoming more resilient and springy. He also felt a sense of transparency in his body, as if he had become as light as a swallow.

"Swoosh!"

Qin Shuang executed the perfected Grass on Flying, lightly tapping the tips of the grass for leverage. In an instant, his figure shot out two zhang, fast as a dragonfly, incredibly nimble. He tapped again, like a dragonfly skimming over the grass!

"Truly a perfected Grass on Flying!"

Qin Shuang moved with Grass on Flying, his figure flickering as he sped forward, smooth and effortless, perfectly fluid. He was deeply satisfied.

He felt that his current lightness speed was a full four times faster than before!

Qin Shuang willed it and opened his panel.

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[Great Dao Simplification System]

[Host: Qin Shuang]

[Realm: Bone Forging Realm. Qi and Blood Wolf Smoke 71%]

[Simplification: Complex tasks made simple; any martial art or skill can be simplified for rapid mastery!]

[Martial Arts: Fierce Tiger Fist (Perfected, Upgradable), Grass on Flying (Perfected, Upgradable), Tiger Roar Divine Intent Skill (Proficient), Blood Rage Saber Art (Proficient), Blood Locking Art. Blood Refining Scroll (Mastered), Alchemy First Grade (Proficient), Swimming Dragon Steps (Proficient)]

"Next, I need to go to the Black Market! First, I'll complete the simplification requirements for the Tiger Roar Divine Intent Skill!"

Qin Shuang dismissed the panel and thought to himself.

The Tiger Roar Divine Intent Skill's simplification required imitating a tiger's roar one hundred thousand times, killing ten fierce tigers, and consuming one hundred Tiger Blood Pills. Imitating the roar could be done anytime. He had already taken forty Tiger Blood Pills, needing sixty more. Counting the twenty he got from Liang Chang, he still needed forty.

So, the Black Market was a must.

And after the Black Market, he would head to the mountains to find and kill ten fierce tigers.

After all, the Tiger Roar Divine Intent Skill converted Tiger Blood Pills into qi and blood twenty times faster than the Fierce Tiger Fist. If he reached perfection, tempering his qi and blood would be even quicker!

This would greatly boost his strength!

Qin Shuang made up his mind, executed Grass on Flying, and arrived beside Liang Chang. He saw that Liang Chang's body was swollen and purple-black, with several centipedes on it. Clearly, he had been bitten by centipedes and poisoned to death.

Seeing Liang Chang dead, Qin Shuang breathed a sigh of relief and headed toward Fusheng Restaurant.

"You're going to the Black Market tonight?"

Hearing Qin Shuang say he was going to the Black Market, Nangong Wan'er's beautiful eyes showed a hint of contemplation.

She understood clearly.

For a martial artist without a sect, the Black Market was the best place to obtain cultivation resources.

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