Someone Actually Didn't Love Money?

Ning Rongrong walked over with light steps.

"Hello." She stopped in front of Zhao Linchuan, tilting her head up slightly to look at him with an elegant, natural tone.

"My name is Ning Rongrong."

"Could you let me take a look at the thing in your hand?"

Leaning against the tree trunk, Zhao Linchuan spun the Soul-Extinguishing Gun around his fingers, then casually held it at his side with the muzzle pointed down.

"Little girl, I'm afraid not."

His tone was gentle and casual, as though he were speaking to the little girl next door.

"This thing is dangerous. If it accidentally goes off, someone could die."

"Then can I buy it from you?"

Ning Rongrong blinked and asked tentatively.

"I'm a support-type Soul Master."

"I just saw you use it to shoot down birds flying a hundred meters in the air. I think it must have considerable destructive power."

"I want to buy it for self-defense."

"If possible, we could try working together. I can offer you an extremely high price for two thousand of the things in your hand."

"Little girl, you're overthinking this." Zhao Linchuan smiled. "I obtained these things from an ancient ruin. There aren't many of them in total."

"I'm afraid cooperation is impossible."

"Ah? I see..."

Ning Rongrong was not particularly surprised by that explanation. After all, no matter how she looked at it, this thing did not seem like something from the present era.

She fell silent for a moment, her gaze lingering on the Soul-Extinguishing Gun before she continued.

"Then could you sell me one of the things in your hand?"

"I want it for self-defense. Just one—I'm not greedy."

"This thing is very dangerous. If you handle it improperly and injure yourself, that would be troublesome."

Putting on an expression of doing this for her own good, Zhao Linchuan paused before continuing.

"How about this? Stay."

"Later, we'll find a place where no one is around, and I'll teach you how to use it."

"If you can learn it, I can give you one. Consider it a gift between friends."

"That won't do." Ning Rongrong shook her head. "I can't accept someone else's things for free."

As she spoke, she took an anonymous black card out of her Soul Tool. Pinching it between two slender fingers, she waved it beneath the sunlight.

"Here, take this."

"There are one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins in this card. Consider it my tuition fee."

"If you can teach me, this young lady has other benefits for you as well."

"Put it away for now."

Zhao Linchuan spoke indifferently, not even sparing the black card an extra glance, as if it were merely an ordinary slip of paper rather than wealth that ordinary people could not spend in several lifetimes.

"Once you've learned it, we can talk about money."

Ning Rongrong's fingers paused slightly, and her gaze lingered on Zhao Linchuan's face for a moment.

There wasn't the slightest trace of pretense. Did he truly not care about this money?

"I'm sorry..." She put the black card back into her Soul Tool, lowering her head slightly with a hint of apology in her voice. "I was being presumptuous..."

She had never expected that there truly was someone on this continent who did not love money.

In the circles of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, among everyone she had ever met, there had never been anyone who did not love money.

Those so-called great clans and major sects looked righteous and dignified on the surface, but behind the scenes, which one of them did not fight until their heads bled for profit?

With one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins laid before them, no one would remain unmoved.

Yet this young man did.

A short while later, Xiao Wu returned carrying several eagle talons.

"Zhuqing, how about we change locations and have another match?" she asked brightly, her eyes sparkling.

Zhu Zhuqing looked at the Soul-Extinguishing Gun in her hands and shook her head somewhat helplessly.

"No more. Let me practice for a while first, then I'll compete with you again."

"Tch, how boring."

Xiao Wu pouted first, then turned her gaze toward Zhao Linchuan. She was just about to say something, but swallowed the words herself.

"Brother... forget it. Competing with you would just be asking for trouble."

"So you know it's asking for trouble?" Zhao Linchuan said irritably, flicking her forehead with a finger. "Zhuqing has only just started. Isn't competing with her the same as asking for trouble?"

"How long have you practiced, and how long has she practiced? Don't you know the difference?"

"Hehe."

Xiao Wu laughed carelessly and rubbed her reddened forehead. Rather than getting angry, she cheerfully moved up to Zhu Zhuqing, patted her shoulder, and spoke like someone with experience.

"Zhuqing, let my brother teach you properly tonight."

"This thing is actually pretty easy to learn, as long as you can calm yourself down."

"Mm..." Zhu Zhuqing nodded, her gaze drifting unconsciously toward Zhao Linchuan. "I'll be troubling you, Brother Zhao."

"Let's go." Zhao Linchuan put away the Soul-Extinguishing Gun and straightened up. "We've just gained another student, and she's even a support-type Soul Master."

"Let's find somewhere no one will disturb us, and I'll teach you properly."

"Another student?"

Xiao Wu's gaze fell on Ning Rongrong, carefully examining her from head to toe, then from toe to head.

Her legs were not as long as hers. Though Ning Rongrong's legs were already quite slender among girls, they still fell short compared to Xiao Wu's outrageously long legs.

Her butt was not as big as hers either. Ning Rongrong's figure leaned toward slender softness, with all the curves she should have, but Xiao Wu's hips were fuller and rounder by comparison, like a ripe peach.

Her chest was not as perky either. Well, that went without saying.

Xiao Wu silently scored her in her heart, then reached a conclusion that greatly pleased her: She posed no threat.

With that thought, a sincere smile immediately blossomed across Xiao Wu's face.

She stepped forward and held out her hand, speaking enthusiastically.

"Hello, I'm Xiao Wu, my brother's sworn little sister."

"Hello, I'm Ning Rongrong."

Ning Rongrong elegantly extended her hand and shook Xiao Wu's.

"Stop dawdling!" Zhao Linchuan, already some distance away, raised an arm without looking back. His voice drifted over from ahead. "Keep dawdling, and I won't wait for you anymore!"

"Coming, coming!"

Xiao Wu hurriedly stored the birds in her Soul Tool and jogged after him.

Seeing this, Ning Rongrong did not think much of it and followed as well.

About half an hour later.

By a stream.

Beneath a sturdy willow tree hung a wooden target suspended by hemp rope, swaying gently in the breeze.

Zhao Linchuan stood behind Zhu Zhuqing, guiding her hand in hand as he taught her how to use the Soul-Extinguishing Gun.

His arms passed beneath her armpits, and their bodies were almost pressed together.

Zhu Zhuqing's face was slightly flushed, because their position was simply too intimate.

Moreover, due to her figure, the proud twin peaks on her chest inevitably pressed against Zhao Linchuan's arms.

Fortunately, Zhao Linchuan behind her showed no unusual reaction. Otherwise, she would have been mortified to death—she might not even have been able to hold the gun steady.