The First Choice is to Be a Scoundrel, and the Second Choice is to Be a Scoundrel

"It's done."

"Old man, collecting these things for years, do you know your winning method is to open and receive treasures? Then you can't be a thousand-year-old immortal elder!"

"Shut up! Old man, I'll kill you."

Mu Rong impatiently slapped him.

"How many treasures do you collect, you just make so many special edition cards."

"These cards, old man, are carefully crafted, making people's eyes shine, and they are not ordinary items."

"That's right. On these cards, I've written down the cultivation levels, divided into first-class, second-class, third-class, and so on... and peace cultivation."

Mu Rong's words were not polite, but every sentence was like a nail, hammering into Mu Lin and Suo Ling's hearts.

"Twenty-nine cards, all of them are the treasures you collected from the bottom of your tea cup, and they are all peace cultivation."

"And the remaining one-tenth, is the real treasure."

He coughed, specifically to let the two people digest.

"First-class cultivation, you can take out what the city lord's mansion has to offer. For example, a rare spiritual artifact, or a book of profound techniques, or anything that can shock the entire city."

"Second-class cultivation, you can use it to exchange for a spiritual beast that can subdue your strength, or directly cultivate a grass-like spiritual herb."

"Third-class cultivation, it's simpler. It's gold, or other similar treasures."

Hearing this, Mu Rong's mouth twitched with a hint of pride.

"The last one... is the ultimate."

"One card, you can exchange for a spiritual pill."

He extended a hand and placed it in front of the two of them.

"Now, you two guess, if you want to survive in Ju Yuan City, how much can you exchange for in a day?"

"Hmph!"

This time, Mu Lin and Suo Ling didn't just take a breath, the two of them were like being injected with real bodies, their bodies stiffened, and their skin seemed to have opened up a thunderous light.

A spiritual pill.

If it was for ordinary people, it might be worth a ghost.

But for those with a bit of family background, or even for those who wanted to get rich overnight, these words were simply not counted.

With a strand of spiritual energy, Ju Yuan City's Mu Rong (he) could change his fate.

He could endure it.

If they didn't know the secret, they would have encountered a great disaster. Fortunately, Mu Rong (he) had already prepared. Ten thousand demon beasts were in his hand.

As for the ten thousand demon beasts, most of them were of the Demon race, but they were still the puppets of Mu Rong (he)'s spiritual energy.

"No... this is not a trap, this is using the bright light to comfort me!"

"Big brother... big brother... you... you are truly heaven-defying!"

Mu Rong (he)'s voice was hoarse. He looked at Suo Ling (he) with pity. He was no longer a spectator, but a participant.

"Who is this prince? How did he get out?"

"Damn it, he's still a human! His cultivation is already comparable to a Martial King! No, it's a Martial Emperor!"

"Big brother is so wise! Even the Demon race's secret techniques can be figured out!"

Suo Ling (he) also smiled and nodded.

"Don't be too proud so early."

Mu Rong (he) poured a cup of tea for him.

"Young man, as a person, you must have integrity. If someone is willing to pay a great price for you, you must seize the opportunity. Only by seizing the opportunity can you continue to use your life's efforts to forge a powerful artifact."

"Besides, you are the City Lord of Ju Yuan City. You have the backing of heaven. You can completely afford to be extravagant."

"I believe that in Ju Yuan City, no one would dare to provoke you."

Mu Rong (he) patted Mu Rong (he)'s shoulder, turned around, and walked towards the door.

"What's the matter? You can see through it, but I can't see through it. Think carefully."

"Your father has the bloodline, your pure bloodline and cultivation are not simple. With enough resources, you can reach the Martial God realm, or even the Demon God realm. You are not without hope. You are not bad!"

Hearing this, Mu Rong (he) finally understood Mu Rong (he)'s deepest worry.

As the son of the City Lord, he seemed to have a bright future, but heaven's will was not something he could truly see. He could only reach the position of City Lord, or a king who ruled a city for a period of time, or a Martial God who could compete with the Demon Emperor.

Suo Ling was present, and Mu Rong had shown him a completely unfamiliar formation.

"Young Master, don't worry! With the protection of the Demon Blade, you will be safe!"

Suddenly, he thought of the young man in front of him, who was only a few steps away from becoming a Martial God. Perhaps he could truly find a reason to not be a Martial God, and the future would no longer be a bleak prospect that could only be looked forward to.

"There's still time."

Mu Rong's voice suddenly turned cold by a few points.

"First, congratulations. It's my idea to let you become the master. If you can think it through, then please... "

He didn't say the rest, but the pressure was self-evident.

"Martial God realm is not the end."

"I just want to see you grow stronger, so I told you about the reincarnation of the Demon God."

Suo Ling stood up, and all his worries instantly disappeared.

He looked at Mu Rong and bowed deeply.

"Old Sir, please rest assured! Go back and discuss with Father properly!"

"Suo Ling, I will follow you and discuss with Old Sir. It is because I feel that you Old Sir still have a future that I have hope!"

Seeing Suo Ling's serious expression, Mu Rong smiled faintly.

He seemed to be speaking, but he was actually giving a reminder... No, it was a sincere reminder that he needed to be well-nurtured.

"Yes, rest assured. Follow me, and you will show a different side."

"Old Sir, this matter is very important. You should go back and discuss it with Old Sir!"

Suo Ling was already impatient.

"Yes, go quickly. I'll wait for your good news."

Suo Ling didn't hesitate and immediately stood up, running towards home like a ghost, not even catching up with the guards who were still developing around him.

Only Mu Rong and Suo Ling's two attendants were left on the field.

Suo Ling's two attendants were both stunned, but they were also a little hesitant and still had some things they couldn't figure out.

"Old Sir, why... why did you divide yourself? And you want to seize the Martial God's reincarnation? If you divide yourself, won't you be able to get more?"

Mu Rong smiled and reached out to take Suo Ling's bag.

"Little attendant, today I will teach you a good lesson."

"You know too, right? We are all people. We are all human."

"Water from the well, there are still people sitting with the Lord of the Mansion on a mat, eating and drinking. No, I am here, there is no food to eat on the table."

"So, you can only rely on the 'dream space' behind you to borrow chickens and lay eggs, and first open the door of the dream space."

"Doing business, naturally, is to first conquer the heavens, and then slowly descend."

"Look, you can finally sit in the position you deserve, Ming Yan."

Suo Ling smiled knowingly, he completely understood, but he knew that the old man had his own principles.

"In short, don't be wordy."

Mu Rong looked at him.

"You and Lin are the same, all my subordinates, and the same is true for the young master."

"That place in the dream space, you don't need to go there anymore, and you don't need to bother with me. I will conquer a piece of the world myself."

"People, should rely on themselves to fight hard! Why bother with those things that can be hoped for in the future!"

Mu Rong's voice was full of emotion, looking at Suo Ling, he said word by word.

"What does heaven care about?"

"You are a dog, there are only dogs that are greedy for life, and only dogs that are greedy for the soul!"