PS: There's no place to charge my phone! It's down to the last bar. I spent two hours coding last night, so I'll post one chapter for now—the rest will be posted Saturday night~\ Lin Hao looked at the storage pouch in his hand, realizing he had gambled correctly, and he relaxed a bit. Only then did he notice that his back was soaked with sweat. Shaking his head with a bitter smile, Lin Hao's desire to become stronger had never been as intense as at this moment.\ “Looks like I need to break through the Foundation Establishment stage as soon as possible!” Lin Hao said with a bitter smile. Watching the scattered cultivators around him intimidated by the aura of a thousand years, he quietly left the trade fair venue when no one was noticing... On the way, Lin Hao took off his mask and black robe, so he wouldn't be recognized. Watching the trade fair venue gradually recede behind him, Lin Hao, who was running frantically, breathed a sigh of relief. But just then, two figures appeared out of nowhere, blocking Lin Hao's path.\ “Hehehehe~ Hand over the storage pouch on you. I'm in a good mood today, so I'll spare your dog life,” the leader, a black-clothed masked man, shouted!\ Lin Hao felt a bit frustrated—just what he feared had come true. “It's you!” A familiar female voice came from behind, and Lin Hao looked in surprise at the approaching female cultivator. “Senior, you're here too?” “You've run into trouble, haven't you?” The voice was as cold as ever, and the speaker was Qian Nian.\ “Hehehehe, another one, and judging by the voice it's female. Today's my lucky day! Kid, drop the storage pouch and scram!” another masked man sneered lewdly.\ “Looking for death!” Qian Nian's eyes turned cold, and her voice was terrifying, like a specter from the underworld. A silver flash appeared, and in an instant, both heads were separated from the bodies, blood spraying like a fountain…\ “Gulp…” Lin Hao swallowed nervously.\ “I, need to ask you something! Come with me…” Qian Nian glanced at Lin Hao, her tone softening slightly.\ “Need to ask me something? It can't be…” Lin Hao broke out in a cold sweat. “Forget it, if it's blessing it's fine, if it's misfortune, it cannot be avoided!” And so, our protagonist followed Qian Nian to a secluded, barely-inhabited place (don't get any ideas… or you deal with it yourself!!) …\ “Do you still have any?” Qian Nian looked at Lin Hao intently.\ “What?” Lin Hao was confused.\ “Spiritual medicine!” Qian Nian spoke as tersely as ever.“There are still a few more!” Lin Hao thought for a moment and then spoke seriously.
“How do you want to trade?” Qian Nian's eyes held hope, feeling a little uneasy. (PS: Qian Nian is an assassin trained by the Little Killer Hall. Other than killing, she has never interacted with anyone else in the outside world, so don't ask why she didn't just kill the protagonist and take his spiritual medicine!)
“Rare spiritual medicine seeds or spiritual roots, of course, what I don't have doesn't count.” After these few encounters, Lin Hao realized the other person wasn't bad, which is why he dared to speak up.
“I… don't have any right now. Could you… wait for me a few days?” Frowning slightly, Qian Nian felt a bit uneasy.
“Okay, come to Qingfeng City to find me then, I'll be setting up a stall there!” Lin Hao said cheerfully.
“Alright, I'm leaving. Remember, don't sell them!” Qian Nian's cold tone that never changed over ten thousand years still lingered, though now it carried a hint of joy.
“So naive!” Lin Hao muttered with some emotion, watching that silver-white escape light disappear…
