Chapter 17: Chapter 17: Windfall_1
"Did you kill him?"
Not waiting for Luo Chen to answer, Wang Yuan nodded to himself. Embark on a journey to the beginning at n0v#lbin★
"Apparently, you did."
Under Luo Chen's tense backward gaze, he walked to the charred corpse and swung his big blade down.
The head, burned beyond recognition, was casually cut off.
Wang Yuan caught a glimpse of the anxious Luo Chen and the storage bag in his hands, his eyes complex.
The cool breeze at night made the blood-stained torso feel even colder.
Luo Chen forced out a grim smile, "Brother Wang, I haven't finished reading the book."
As if something dawned on him, Wang Yuan's complex eyes gradually folded back, his eyelids drooping again.
"Better go home early. The Great River District can be dangerous at night."
"Okay."
Luo Chen turned and left, but hesitated. He walked over and arduously slung the snake-skin pouch full of medicinal herbs on his back.
That was everything he had.
Watching Luo Chen's retreating figure nearly exit the alley, Wang Yuan inexplicably let out a sigh.
"Take this as a reward for that head."
A black nail as long as a chopstick fell to Luo Chen's feet. The nail was smeared with fresh blood, even with a bit of flesh here and there.
"Brother Wang, thank you."
"Get going, take the small path through the woods, don't use the main road."
"Okay."
Nodding heavily, Luo Chen darted into the woods without looking back.
In the alley, Wang Yuan held three human heads, stood there for a while, then gradually disappeared into the darkness.
...
"Whew...."
Ding!
"Huff!"
Luo Chen leaned against the foot of the bed like a dead fish, drenched in sweat, even his underwear soaked through.
On the ground in front of his bed was another Soul Breaking Nail that was shot into his waist.
Bearing the intense pain, Luo Chen grabbed a bottle next to him and poured it into the wound.
It was a homemade healing medicine, used to deal with the dangers of pill refinement process. It had helped a lot in the past.
Today, it had an even more significant use!
As soon as the medicine entered his body, a cool sensation surged followed by a stinging pain.
"Damn! Damn damn damn..."
Low, growl-like curses echoed occasionally.
Never before had Luo Chen been as furious as he was now.
He was not abhorred by the harm inflicted by his enemy but by his own weakness.
If he were as powerful as Wang Yuan, he would not have ended up like this today.
Only after he finished binding his wound with a bandage, Luo Chen finally let out a sigh of relief.
In just a short while tonight, Luo Chen's wealth had quadrupled.
But his greatest gain was not these objects.
It was the storage bag itself!
The storage volume isn't large, just a cubic foot, which is the smallest and cheapest type of storage bag.
Yet it is worth ten thousand in Wanbao Pavilion!
It is unknown whether the short-lived fool bought it or snatched it from someone else, but he definitely couldn't afford it.
Or rather, the vast majority of Lower Order Cultivators couldn't afford even the smallest storage bag.
This kind of thing is a standard accessory for Inner disciples of a Great Sect, and External Sect disciples are not worthy of having them!
"I struck it rich, I struck it rich!"
"Killing people for their treasures is indeed a classic plot in online literature, it has a presence in every genre."
"But the risk is too great, and if you're not careful, it can go horribly wrong and waste a lifetime of hard work."
Tonight, there were two instances of killing for treasure occurring right in front of Luo Chen's eyes.
Li Zixiong of the Great Lake Gang, gathered three men to kill Wang Yuan, and it ended in a disaster!
A doomed man in the Fifth Level Qi Refinement Stage, who intended to kill Luo Chen instantly, also ended in a disaster!
"Such a dangerous task is better left to the professionals. I can't handle these shocks."
Luo Chen thought for a moment, picked up the last jade bottle that hadn't been packed into the storage bag.
The Gold Treasury Pill, one of the signature elixirs from Spirit Medicine Hall.
It has an excellent healing effect on any damage from gold-attribute magic tools, and the price is just ten Spirit Stones.
Quality goods at reasonable prices, always highly favored by the Rogue Cultivators of The Great River District.
He sniffed it. The smell was right, it wasn't some kind of poison.
And also, nobody would store poison in their storage bag, especially not in a Healing Pill bottle.
If you're severely wounded and your mind is confused, and you take the wrong medicine, the results could be hilarious.
It's just a little troubling to have to undo the bandages that had been tied up so neatly.
Sighing, Luo Chen had to get to work.
...
At noon the next day, Luo Chen woke up in a daze.
This was his rare opportunity to sleep in.
Late into the night, he finally couldn't withstand the weakness and fell asleep.
Opening his eyes and lying blankly on the bed for a while, Luo Chen clenched his teeth and forced himself to get up.
No matter how hard or difficult it is, it's no reason to just lie down and admit defeat.
He went to the living room, grabbed a handful of Spirit Grass and spread it out on the winnowing basket, preparing to take it out for drying.
As he opened the door, the midday sun made him squint for a moment. When his eyes adjusted, he was surprised to find Wang Yuan standing outside.
With a casual toss, an object fell into the winnowing basket full of Spirit Grass.
"Here, you're a member of the Broken Mountain Gang now."
"If anyone gives you trouble, just say you're under my, Wang Yuan's protection."
Luo Chen stared at the iron token in the winnowing basket, his gaze somewhat stupefied.
"Thanks, Brother Wang."
Wang Yuan waved his hand, "What are you thanking me for? When I was at my lowest point, you extended credit to me for a few bottles of Fasting Elixir, and I never said thank you."
"Alright, I've delivered the goods, I'll go back first. The Outer City area might be a bit unstable in the future, so be careful coming and going."
After saying that, he turned around and left without a trace of hesitation.