As soon as the morning light dyed the eaves of Qin City green gray, Qin Zhao walked to Dongshikou.
Last night, the door to Shihai almost messed up his brain, leaving blood marks on his left wrist. Now he has to walk under pressure, afraid that his divine sense will explode again. He touched the ninth jade token on his waist, and inside lay a gold card - not an ordinary one, it was the "Qin" character talisman he had casually carved when he was a wealthy businessman in modern times. It was tied to the trade authority of the seven floating temples, theoretically able to mobilize the flow of goods from half a continent within three seconds. Of course, this matter cannot be explicitly stated, and no one will believe it. After all, the cuffs of his black and gold robe are now frayed, and his hair has been casually tied with fragments of a halberd, like a homeless man who has just crawled out of a garbage dump.
But he knows that this card is harder than life.
The market has already opened, and the vendors are shouting one after another. There are piles of spirit grass, demon bones, talismans, and cinnabar all over the ground. He walked straight to a spiritual grass stall, glanced at a few freshly picked wisteria vines and cold marrow leaves, nodded, and said, "I'll take all of them
The vendor was a middle-aged man with a chubby face, squatting behind the stall and munching on melon seeds. When he heard these words, he looked up at him and saw that the melon seed shells were stuck in his throat. He coughed twice, squinted at Qin Zhao's tattered clothes, and sneered, "Even a poor person deserves to buy spiritual grass? How many copper coins do you have in your pocket? Don't come here to smell the fragrance
Several vendors around laughed out loud when they heard it.
Qin Zhao remained calm and did not argue. He just leisurely pulled out a gold card from the ninth space jade card and casually flicked it.
Jinka made an arc in the air and slapped the wooden box in front of the vendor with a loud bang, causing several withered leaves to jump up.
Take it
The vendor was stunned for a moment and reached out to get the card.
Just as his fingertips touched the gold card, a sudden change occurred.
The card surface suddenly lit up, and a golden pattern exploded from the center of the "Qin" character, quickly spreading into a complex symbol array. Then, the spiritual energy of the entire street seemed to be stirred by some invisible hand, and all the spiritual herbs on the stalls - whether they were fresh products hanging with dew or old inventory dried and stored in sacks - all burst into the air with a loud bang!
Purple wisteria wrapped around talisman paper flew, cold marrow leaves wrapped in cinnabar turned, and even the dying Thunder Heart Orchid in the corner rose up from the ground, shaking off the soil from its roots and heading straight to Qin Zhao's storage talisman array at the cuff.
The whole street is quiet now.
Even the wind has stopped.
The vendor was holding a gold card in his hand, his eyes staring as if they were about to take off their eyes, and his lips trembling: "This... this is... the top contract order of the Qin family business alliance
Someone recognized it and screamed, "Damn it! That's a gold card that can access the logistics chain of the Seven Temples! I've seen it once at an auction, starting at 900000 spirit stones
Did he just say 'take all of these'? Did he mean the spiritual grass of the entire street
Isn't that right, big brother? I haven't even priced that millennium snow ginseng tree I put on my stall
Qin Zhao stood still, watching the flying spirit grass rush towards him like a flock of birds returning to their nests, with a slight curl of his mouth.
This feeling is really his mother cool.
He has seen money before. In his past life, he managed trillions of assets and could easily change his first class cabin on a plane, but that kind of pleasure was only natural. The pleasure now is to step on the face of class prejudice and overturn the entire market rules with just one card.
You call me a poor ghost?
I'll let you know what the purchasing power of a poor person is.
The last spiritual grass crawled into the talisman formation, and the whole street returned to silence. Those vendors were stunned one by one, holding half of the grass roots in their hands, with eyes as if they had just been struck by lightning.
Qin Zhao raised his hand, and the gold card automatically flew back into his palm. He didn't even look at the vendor and turned around to leave.
But just as he took two steps, his body suddenly burned.
It's not the scorching heat of a fever, it's like someone poured a pot of molten iron into his veins, pouring it from his limbs and bones into the dantian. He paused in his footsteps, instinctively stroking the dark mark on his left wrist with his left hand - the entrance to the Guixu treasure trove was burning hot, as if he had swallowed something he shouldn't have, running at high speed.
Damn... "he cursed softly," So fierce
At least there are thousands of Holy Grasses just now, many of which are treasures over a hundred years old. The essence of life has been swallowed by the treasure house, compressed and refined, and transformed into the purest Holy Power. But this energy is too strong, and the meridians are starting to swell and ache, as if they are about to explode in the next second.
He leaned against a flagpole on the roadside, closed his eyes for three breaths, and forcefully held his breath.
In the sea of consciousness, the pitch black gate is slowly closing, and the dark purple airflow overflowing from the crack of the door flows into the Eight Extraordinary Meridians through the divine consciousness channel. The originally violent energy surge was automatically regulated by the treasure trove, transforming into gentle and warm currents that slowly flowed into various acupoints.
Qin Zhao opened his eyes, his gaze sharp and sharp.
Full of spiritual power, clear of divine consciousness, even the remnants of exhaustion from last night have been washed away. He moved his wrist to confirm that there were no signs of backlash, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
Okay, he's quite sensible, "he murmured softly," as long as it's not for nothing
He lowered his head and glanced at the gold card in his hand, with a smile on his lips: 'The Qin family... is such a useful sign.'
This sounds like a mockery, but in fact, I have a clear understanding in my heart. The old people of the Qin family thought that kicking him out of the door was enough, but they didn't know that he had already turned their business system into an ATM. This card is bound to the highest authority of the Qin family business alliance, and as long as he still has the surname "Qin", he can access resources infinitely.
As for whether they will investigate?
meeting.
But he is not afraid.
If possible, change your vest next time and register for the "Qin Overseas Branch" or "Qin Family Lost Children Special Fund". Anyway, just add "Qin" to your name.
He took the gold card back and put it into his belt, one hand into his sleeve, and the other hand gently pressed onto the wine jug. The inferior burning knife is still swaying in the pot, and the "slag" character on the pot body is rubbed by fingers to make it shiny.
The stone steps at the east entrance of the market were right in front of him, and he stepped onto the first level.
The wind blew in from the alleyway, rolling up the corners of his robe and revealing the dark red pattern on the soles of his boots. The people on the street have not yet come to their senses. Some are still counting what grass they have lost, some are kneeling on the ground picking up scattered spiritual powder, and there is an old man holding an empty sack and crying loudly - his bag of thousand year old dragon beard grass is all gone.
Qin Zhao did not turn back.
He knew that this operation was equivalent to dropping a bomb in Qin City. By this time tomorrow, even the city lord's mansion would probably send someone to investigate his identity. But so what?
He now has abundant spiritual power, stable divine consciousness, and has even eaten enough to return to the treasury of the village. His condition is just right.
Whoever wants to check, come and check.
If we can find out your abilities, but not... then don't blame him for continuing to swipe your card until you go bankrupt.
He stood at the top of the stone steps, his gaze sweeping across the rooftops on both sides of the street. The tiles are old, the corners of the eaves are covered in dust, and a few sparrows fly away from the edges. Everything seems calm.
But he knew that this calmness couldn't last long.
The scene just now was too flamboyant, the light when the gold card was activated could be seen from at least ten miles away. If nothing unexpected happens, someone is already on their way now.
It may be the second group of people from the Qin Family Law Enforcement Hall, or it may be the eyeliner of other forces.
He doesn't care.
He just habitually remained vigilant - after all, he had just been warned by a door in the sea of knowledge that he was "not worthy of being precious enough", and now was not the time for waves.
He lifted his foot and prepared to step down the stairs.
Just then, a trembling scream came from behind.
Sir... Sir, please wait
It's that spirit grass vendor.
He stumbled out, still holding the gold card in his hand. His arrogance was long gone. Instead, he was frightened and flattered: "This card... Is there any misunderstanding about this card? I didn't know anything about it just now. Your adult didn't remember the villain. Please keep this card. Can we... trade again?"
Qin Zhao stopped in his tracks and didn't turn back.
No need.
Ah.
I said, no need, "he said calmly," I'll give you that card
The vendor was stunned and said, "... send me away
That's right. "Qin Zhao finally turned back and smiled," Take it and register an account with the Qin Family Business Alliance. In the future, you can purchase goods through a dedicated line without any transaction fees
The vendor's mouth is wide open enough to stuff eggs in.
I... I
Oh, let me remind you, "Qin Zhao raised a finger." This card is bound to a real name contract, and anyone who uses it will have their lifespan automatically deducted by ten years. Are you registered under your real name
The stall owner turned pale, "Yes... Yes! I'm Li Dagen! ID number 367..."
Not bad, "Qin Zhao nodded." Live longer and don't let yourself die
After speaking, he turned around and walked down the steps.
Behind him, Li Dagen slumped on the ground, clutching his gold card and trembling all over.
He knows that he will never forget today in his lifetime.
It's not because we lost the grass.
It's because he saw a 'poor ghost' with his own eyes, using a card to stomp on the rules of the entire East City, and then said lightly, 'I'll give it to you.'.
That feeling doesn't feel like cultivation.
Like seeing the seal of the King of Hell, Buddha transferred the money.
Qin Zhao walked out of Dongshikou and stepped onto the bluestone road leading to the old street in the south of the city.
The sunshine fell on his shoulders, warm and cozy.
He touched his left wrist, and the dark lines had returned to calm.
The treasure trove lies quietly in the depths of the Sea of Knowledge, like a well fed ferocious beast, temporarily no longer restless.
He took a sip of the burning knife and coughed twice due to its spiciness.
Next stop, "he muttered to himself," it's time to find a qualified 'Zhi Zhen'
The wind blew his broken hair in front of his forehead, revealing the faint golden crack on his brow bone.
The word 'slag' on the wine pot flickered in the sunlight.
He took the third step.
The streets and alleys ahead are quiet, with scattered eaves. A stray cat jumps off the wall and disappears around the corner.
His shadow stretched long and landed on the bluestone board, like a unsheathed knife.