Professional Fisherman (Seven Thousand Words Daily, That Counts as Three Chapters, Right?)

Early next morning

Luo Heng Opened his eyes, the sky outside the window was already bright.

After a night of practice, Primal Energy in the body became a little more refined.

The bottleneck of the Minor Completion of Creation Realm is slightly loose, and in a few more months, the impact will almost be complete.

"System, sign in."

[Ding! Daily Check-in succeeded!]

[Obtain: Nirvana Pill×200, eighth-grade elixir·Mystic Ice Grass×2]

Luo Heng raised his eyebrows. Since breaking through to the Creation Realm, Daily Check-in began to appear Nirvana Pill.

This is the fourth time in the past half month that Nirvana Pill has been signed in.

Counting what he accumulated from previous sign-ins, excluding the 150,000 given by Qingzhu, he has already accumulated 6,200 in his own "small treasury".

Six thousand two hundred Nirvana Pill, placed in the Great Flame Dynasty, is enough for Four Great Clans to take the lead.

At Ruined City...

It's enough.

Enough to catch a few big fish.

He got up, washed briefly, opened the door and went downstairs.

The tavern on the first floor was already full of people and very lively.

Luo Heng found a seat in the corner and sat down as usual, ordered two dishes and a bottle of wine, and ate slowly.

His eyes seemed to be scanning the surroundings casually, but in fact he had a panoramic view of everyone's expressions.

As expected, the number of people following him today is at least double that of yesterday.

And in those eyes, the greed is still there, but there is more fear.

After all, more than thirty "hunters" disappeared overnight last night. This matter cannot be hidden in a place like Ruined City.

Although no one knows who did it, with a little research, those who are interested can find out that those people were following a "new young man" before they disappeared.

Luo Heng held the wine glass and took a sip without thinking much.

He put down his wine glass, stood up, and walked towards the door.

When passing by the counter, I dropped thirty Pure Yuan Pill.

"Meal money."

Thin Old Man raised his head and glanced at him, a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes.

Is this kid really not afraid of death, or does he have something to rely on?

Luo Heng ignored his gaze and walked out of the inn.

Underground Trading Market

Luo Heng When I stepped here for the second time, I clearly felt that the atmosphere was different.

The stall owners, buyers, and even pedestrians passing by all looked at him with a somewhat strange look.

There is fear, curiosity, and... even more ardent greed, which is normal in Chaotic Domain.

Luo Heng walked around slowly without changing his expression.

Today his goal is clear, continue fishing.

But he doesn't plan to use the old trick of "accidentally exposing Nirvana Pill" again.

Being too deliberate will make smart people suspicious, even though they may already be suspicious.

He walked to a stall selling materials and picked up a piece of black ore.

"How to sell this Black Xuan Iron?"

"Fifty thousand Pure Yuan Pill." The stall owner is a lean middle-aged man.

Luo Heng shook his head, put down the ore, and picked up a smaller piece next to it.

"Where's this piece?"

"Thirty thousand."

"Twenty thousand, I want it." Luo Heng said in a casual tone.

The stall owner hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "Deal."

Luo Heng withdrew twenty thousand Pure Yuan Pill, paid the money, and paid Black Xuan Iron to Spatial Pouch.

The whole process was uneventful and uneventful.

He continued walking forward and stopped in front of a stall selling elixirs, and bought a bottle of seventh-grade healing elixir.

It's just as normal, nothing unusual.

I visited seven or eight stalls in a row, Luo Heng just bought some ordinary items, the prices were neither high nor low, and the payment was quite satisfactory.

Those who were watching him secretly gradually began to feel confused.

What on earth does this kid... want to do?

You were so high-profile yesterday, why are you suddenly so low-key today?

Luo Heng smiled secretly in his heart.

This is what he wants.

Let these people relax their vigilance first, and then give them a "surprise".

After shopping around, he walked to the largest stall in the center of the trading venue.

This stall occupies an area three times the size of an ordinary stall, and is filled with all kinds of rare items, including eighth-grade elixirs, high-end materials, and even a few low-end Spirit Treasure.

Sitting behind the stall was a fat middle-aged man wearing a brocade robe, with a ruddy complexion and a pleasant smile, but a shrewd light shone in his small eyes.

Great Completion of Creation Realm.

Luo Heng recognized this person as one of the actual controllers of Underground Trading Market. His surname was Qian and his nickname was "Fatty Qian". He was said to be the person from Mad Blade Duan Yue.

"Hey, little brother, what do you like?" Fatty Qian saw Luo Heng approaching and immediately put on a smile.

Luo Heng glanced across the stall, and finally landed on a golden elixir with a faint dragon-shaped shadow floating around.

"Ninth-Grade Dragon Soul Grass?"

Fatty Qian's eyes lit up and he gave a thumbs up. "Little brother, you have good eyesight! This is the best among the ninth-grade elixirs. This is the only one in the whole Ruined City! It can be refined into a pill, which will be of great help in attacking Nirvana Stage!"

Luo Heng twitched the corner of his mouth, there was only one thief in the city. The bad old man said the same thing last time, there was only one eighth-grade elixir in the city, but now? There are only a few beads here, and he asked, "How to sell it?"

Fatty Qian rubbed his hands and said with a smile, "If you sincerely want it, little brother, this is the number." He stretched out three fingers.

"Three million Pure Yuan Pill?"

"Three million is just the cost price." Fatty Qian said with a smile, "If you can come up with one hundred Nirvana Pill, little brother, this Dragon Soul Grass will be yours."

One hundred Nirvana Pill.

Luo Heng sneered in his heart.

This fat man really dared to speak.

One hundred Nirvana Pill, based on the black market price of Ruined City, is worth at least two million Pure Yuan Pill, and there is no market for it.

But his face remained calm, as if he was pondering for a moment, and then he slowly took out a cloth bag from his arms.

The moment the bag's mouth was opened, a rich red light was exposed to everyone without any cover!

That radiance was more than ten times stronger than the Soaring Goose glimpse yesterday!

Dozens of Nirvana Pill, neatly packed in cloth bags, exude a crazy fragrance!

The whole place fell into dead silence for an instant!

Countless eyes were all focused on that bag!

Some people even couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

Fatty Qian's smile froze on his face, and an astonishing light burst out from his little eyes!

"Little brother, this..." His voice was trembling. Damn, he just mentioned it casually, but he didn't expect it to happen!

Luo Heng had already put away the bag, as if he had just accidentally picked up the wrong thing.

"Sorry, I got the wrong one." He spoke casually, then pointed at the Dragon Soul Grass and said, "I'll buy this elixir with Pure Yuan Pill for two and a half million, how about it?"

Fatty Qian was stunned for a moment, then reacted, and the smile on his face became even brighter.

"Little brother is joking, joking." He waved his hands repeatedly, "Since little brother likes this Dragon Soul Grass, I'll give you 2.5 million to make a friend."

Luo Heng nodded, took out two and a half million Pure Yuan Pill, paid the money, and paid Dragon Soul Grass into Spatial Pouch.

Then he cupped his hands towards Fatty Qian, turned around and left.

It's a loss, it's a loss, I have to let those "tails" spit out later.

Behind him, those eyes had completely changed.

It's no longer just greed, but... madness!

Dozens of Nirvana Pill!

There are at least dozens of Nirvana Pill on that kid!

This horse is a super fat sheep!

Luo Heng Feeling those gazes, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

The fish is hooked again.

I wonder if there will be any big fish this time.

It was still early when we left the trading venue.

Luo Heng did not go back to the inn directly, but walked leisurely on the streets of Ruined City.

He walked past shops and alleys, and finally came to the ruins in the west of the city.

There used to be a mansion here, but now there are only ruins and overgrown weeds.

Luo Heng stopped and turned around.

"Come out."

As soon as he finished speaking, figures emerged from the surrounding ruins.

This time, the number of people was smaller than last night, only seven or eight.

But the breath of each one is more than one level stronger than the ones last night.

Great Completion of Creation Realm, three.

Peak Creation Realm, two.

There is even one - Half-Step Nirvana Stage Peak!

He was an old man with gray beard and hair, with a thin face and sharp eyes like an eagle.

He was holding a Iron Staff that was as black as ink, and there was a faint Nirvana Qi lingering around him.

"My little friend is really sharp." The old man smiled slightly and said in a kind tone, "I don't mean any harm, I just want to ask my little friend something."

Luo Heng raised his eyebrows and said, "Say."

The old man stared at him and said slowly, "Where does the Nirvana Pill on my little friend come from?"

Luo Heng smiled.

"Where did it come from?" He slowly took out the bag from his arms, weighed it in his hands, and said, "I picked it up."

The old man's eyes narrowed, feeling that he was being played.

"Picked it up?"

"Yes, I picked them up." Luo Heng smiled brightly and said, "I picked them up outside the city a few days ago. There are probably... um, five or six thousand pieces."

Five to six thousand pieces!

As soon as these four words came out, everyone present breathed a little heavier!

That's five to six thousand Nirvana Pill!

The entire Ruined City and the three powerful Nirvana Stage combined may not have this much inventory!

A trace of greed flashed in the old man's eyes. He really needs these five or six thousand Nirvana Pill! So that he can set foot on Nirvana Stage!

But he quickly suppressed it and still maintained a kind smile.

"My little friend is joking." He shook his head and said, "How can such a quantity of Nirvana Pill be easily picked up? I would venture to guess that my little friend should be the descendant of a certain big force, right?"

Luo Heng didn't answer, just looked at him with playful eyes.

The old man continued, "Don't get me wrong, little friend. I'm not trying to steal your things. I just want to... borrow some."

"Borrow?" Luo Heng smiled, meaningfully.

Unexpectedly, he usually "borrows" things from others, but he didn't expect that this time someone would "borrow" something from him.

"Yes, borrow it." The old man nodded and said in a sincere tone, "I have been stuck at the peak of Half-Step Nirvana Stage for ten years, and I urgently need Nirvana Pill to attack that Nirvana Stage. If you are willing to lend me two thousand pieces, I will be rewarded generously."

"A generous reward?" Luo Heng tilted his head and said, "What a generous reward?"

The old man pondered for a moment and said, "I can protect your little one's safety in Ruined City. If you need it in the future, I can help you one more time."

Luo Heng was silent after listening, what kind of reward is this?

The old man thought he was hesitating, so he quickly added, "Don't worry, little friend, I will do what I say and will never go back on it."

Luo Heng raised his head and looked at him.

Then, he laughed.

Smiling unbridled, smiling so arrogantly and domineeringly.

"Old man, did you make a mistake?"

The old man frowned.

Luo Heng took the bag back into his arms, folded his hands across his chest, looked at the seven or eight "masters" in front of him, and spoke in an outrageously arrogant tone.

"Why should I lend it to you?"

The old man's face darkened slightly.

"Who do you think you are? Are Half-Step Nirvana Stage great?" Luo Heng continued, his tone became more and more arrogant, and he even laughed and said, "There are only three Nirvana Stages in the whole Ruined City. How can you, Half-Step Nirvana Stage, be qualified to negotiate terms with me?"

"You--!" Great Completion of Creation Realm beside the old man shouted angrily and was about to take action, but the old man raised his hand to stop him.

The old man took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said, "Little friend, I am sincerely discussing this with you."

"Sincerity?" Luo Heng sneered and said, "You bring so many people around me, is this called sincerity?"

The old man fell silent, speechless for a moment.

After a moment, he raised his head, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

"Since my little friend doesn't give me face, don't blame me for being unkind."

As soon as he finished speaking, the aura around him exploded!

Half-Step Nirvana Stage's peak pressure is crushing towards Luo Heng as if it were real!

The seven or eight Creation Realm masters also took action at the same time, and all kinds of martial arts exploded, besieging Luo Heng!

However, Luo Heng still stood where he was, not moving.

He just raised his right hand and lightly snapped his fingers.

"Crack."

The crisp sound of snapping fingers echoed in the ruins.

The next moment, a terrifying pressure burst out from his body!

The pressure was so strong that it directly shattered the old man's Half-Step Nirvana Stage pressure into pieces!

The attacks of seven or eight Creation Realm masters were easily blocked by a dark golden light shield three feet away from him!

"This... this is..."

The old man's pupils shrank suddenly, his face full of disbelief!

This pressure... this pressure...

It is clearly the pinnacle of ordinary Nirvana Stage!

Even better than Ruined City and the three Nirvana Stage!

"You... you..." the old man's voice trembled, and his legs became weak.

Luo Heng looked at him and smiled.

Smile brightly and be harmless to humans and animals.

"Old man, you just said you wanted to borrow my Nirvana Pill?"

The old man shook his head desperately and said:

"No, no, no... I... no, the little one is blind, the little one deserves to die..."

Luo Heng waved his hand to interrupt him.

"Don't worry, I have a better proposal."

He walked up to the old man and patted him on the shoulder, his tone as friendly as an old friend.

"Look, the Iron Staff you are wearing looks like a treasure that I have lost for a long time."

The old man was stunned.

"And the Spatial Pouch in your arms looks like the one I lost."

The old man's face turned pale. Was he in trouble?

"And you guys..." Luo Heng glanced at the seven or eight Creation Realm masters, his smile became brighter, and he said affably, "Every Spatial Pouch on me seems to have been lost by me."

"Otherwise, I'll lend you some time to think about it, and then you can 'return' these things to me."

"How is it? Very humane, right?"

Old man. "..."

Everyone: "..."

What kind of devil is this horse riding?!

Is Shen Ta Ma your thing? Where is your face?