Forging True Force in the Sixth Rank

Big Bear laughed heartily and looked over at Su Xinghe.

"Brother Su, these are the pills you mentioned last time. Old Seven's paltry skills were no help, so Old Nine had to pull strings in the prefectural city to get them."

As he spoke, he took a wooden box from Uncle Nine's large iron chest and set it solemnly on the tea table.

Su Xinghe hurriedly rose and accepted it with both hands.

"Thank you, Brother Bear! Sorry for the trouble, Uncle Nine!"

Lin County was still too poor.

Forget sixth-rank pills—even warriors in the Seventh-Rank Transformation Realm were still taking Ninth-Rank Bone-Forging Pills and Eighth-Rank Qi-Nourishing Pills.

"It was no trouble. The thirty thousand taels came from that haul anyway."

Big Bear waved it off.

In truth, the price had startled him when he first heard it. But it was not his silver, and he had recovered from the shock by now.

Lu Sandao had not been forgotten, either. Sharp-eyed Su Xinghe spotted ten bottles of Qi-Nourishing Pills on his side.

Things were looking up for the Great River Gang.

Then again, it made sense.

Just from raiding the Lu Family's stronghold these past few days, their combined forces had made at least two hundred thousand taels of silver.

Most of it was land and property deeds, but once things settled down, they could turn it into cash in no time.

An ordinary family might hesitate to spend twenty taels on martial arts lessons, afraid the money would go down the drain. But ask them to spend twenty taels on a few plots of farmland, and there were no fewer than five thousand such families in Lin County.

After chatting a little longer, the two took their leave and hurried off.

The chaos in the city had only