The Price of Greed

After leaving Golden Summit Hall, Chen Xu raced down the mountain and headed straight off the peak.

"Pick up the pace and follow him. Once we finish this job, we won't need to struggle for months."

"Exactly. I did a rough count—this kid got at least seven or eight hundred Blood-Qi Pills this trip. Did you see all those cloth bags at his waist? He must have gotten lucky and found an Anomaly fighting other disciples, then swooped in to reap the rewards after both sides were badly hurt."

The skinny, bamboo-pole-like man activated his movement technique, covering several meters in a single step as he and the bearded man trailed far behind Chen Xu.

"That kid has a handsome face, but his heart is black as coal. That little team ran into him after they'd lost the ability to resist. All one could say was that their luck had hit rock bottom."

From beginning to end, neither of them believed those Anomalies could have been killed by a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old child. Otherwise, it would mean they had spent twenty or thirty years alive only to be weaker than a child—like they had lived all those years for nothing.

"Old Gao, do you think anyone besides us has their eye on that brat?" The skinny man glanced around from the corner of his eye. For some reason, he felt uneasy.

"Who knows? Judging by where he's headed, he should be going to the Martial Repository Pavilion to exchange the Blood-Qi Pills he just got for martial arts manuals.

Once we reach somewhere with fewer people, we'll make our move."

Bearded Gao kept his gaze fixed covertly on Chen Xu ahead. In his eyes, the person before him was already a walking pile of Blood-Qi Pills.

The pedestrians gradually thinned