The Considerate Ma Qianqian
"Click... click..."
That was the groan of bones under unbearable pressure!
Hei Sha felt as if he were carrying an invisible, ancient divine mountain! His proud Innate Fourth Level was as fragile as a child's toy in the face of this absolute suppression originating from the very source of life!
Inside the alleyway, time seemed to stand still.
Apart from Hei Sha's heavy, ox-like breathing, there was no other sound.
Ma Qianqian knelt on the ground, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably. But there was no fear in her eyes; instead, there was an unprecedented, fiery light!
As she watched the figure slowly approaching, only one thought occupied her mind.
[You bet right!]
This time, I Ma Qianqian, made the right bet!
She is a businesswoman, a born businesswoman. Her greatest strength lies in assessing the situation and making the choices that are most advantageous to her.
Just as Dongfang Yueming's godlike gaze was about to fall upon her.
She did something that surprised everyone.
Without the slightest hesitation, she took out all her valuables from her storage bag, including the "True Exposition of Wind-Control Body Forging" that she had just purchased and the priceless "Wind Spirit Crystal," and held them high above her head with both hands.
"Senior!" Her voice was clear and sincere, without a trace of coercion or resentment, "Junior Ma Qianqian was blind to your true worth! I offer all these worldly possessions to you, Senior, hoping only... to earn your favor!"
Seeing this, the two Innate guards behind her quickly followed suit and took out all their belongings.
Immediately afterwards, Ma Qianqian did something that left the two guards dumbfounded.
She quietly moved closer to Dongfang Yueming and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear, a voice tinged with shyness and determination:
"Senior... this junior also possesses a personal... mid-grade first-tier spiritual artifact..."
As she spoke, her fair face flushed red to her ears, but her movements were without the slightest hesitation. Quietly, she unbuttoned the collar of her magnificent brocade robe, revealing a glimpse of her snow-white skin, and... that emerald-green bodice that radiated a faint spiritual light and was clearly Bufan at first glance.
"If you don't mind, senior..."
Looking at the woman before him, who was so adept at "knowing when to advance and retreat, and how to make choices," Dongfang Yueming couldn't help but feel a hint of surprise in his eyes.
He shook his head and made a casual gesture.
The jade slip containing the "True Exposition of Wind-Control Body Forging" flew into his hand.
With a sweep of his divine sense, new information immediately appeared on the panel.
[Ding! You have learned the cultivation technique "True Exposition of Wind-Control Body Forging"!]
After doing all this, he gently pushed the jade slip, along with the priceless "Wind Spirit Crystal," back in front of Ma Qianqian.
"I've already looked at the cultivation technique."
Here, take this stone back.
"I only want spirit stones."
Ma Qianqian was completely stunned.
She stared in disbelief at the two treasures she had recovered, then at the unfathomable man before her, her mind blank.
[The most... most precious Wind Spirit Crystal, he actually... returned it to me?!]
[Isn't he afraid that I'll use this method to forge a ' Treasure-Grade Innate ' myself and come back for revenge?!]
As if seeing through her thoughts, Dongfang Yueming merely glanced at her indifferently.
"Treasure-Grade Innate, nothing more."
"I'm waiting for you."
Boom--!
These two simple sentences struck Ma Qianqian's heart like a thunderbolt from the heavens!
What confidence! What domineering aura!
Treasure-Grade Innate... that's all?!
At that moment, as Ma Qianqian gazed at that figure, all her shrewdness and calculation vanished without a trace. In its place was a profound, soul-stirring sense of awe and submission!
Without any further hesitation, she respectfully took out all the spirit stones from her storage bag.
A whole thousand low-grade spirit stones!
Dongfang Yueming nodded in satisfaction, and with a wave of his hand, he put the pile of spirit stones into his storage bag.
"It's your turn." Dongfang Yueming's gaze fell on Ma Qianqian's two guards, who were already terrified.
The two trembled and, not daring to be negligent in the slightest, hurriedly handed over all the storage bags they carried.
"Senior, spare my life! I... I only have one hundred spirit stones!"
"I... I have one hundred and twenty yuan! You can have it all!"
Dongfang Yueming nodded and took the spirit stones.
Finally, his gaze fell on Song Qi, whose face had turned as red as a pig's liver.
Song Qi gritted his teeth, the humiliation and fear in his heart almost consuming him! But in the end, he dared not put up any resistance and reluctantly handed over one hundred spirit stones.
Just as Dongfang Yueming was about to take it away, Ma Qianqian suddenly spoke up.
"Senior," she said with a smile, but a hint of vengeful satisfaction flickered in her eyes, "He hid it."
"Young Master Song always carries at least five hundred spirit stones with him."