Chapter 490: Chapter 245: Witnessed the True Dragon Once! The Death of Qin Shi (Part 2)

The room was filled with the smell of herbs, as if Rat himself had soaked in a vat of medicine.

As for the only one he had ever seen...

That was Chen Dragon!

To be precise, he had only seen the back of Chen Dragon’s foot.

At that time, it was a sunny afternoon like today. He lay on the ground, watching Chen Dragon stand in front of him, seeing the most beautiful foot in the world...

The skin was smooth and white, tender like a peeled egg. He even felt an impulse to lean forward and kiss it.

At that moment, he seemed to have seen a True Dragon, different from ordinary existence, sacred and supreme, hidden in the clouds, which made him feel ashamed and unable to resist bowing in worship.

Compared to such an existence, Gao Wenliang only felt that his own filthy body was like being pinched out of mud, dirty, full of ugliness and flaws.

"Are you listening? What does one and a half mean?"

At this moment, Qin Shi’s impatient voice resounded, bringing Gao Wenliang’s thoughts back.

Gao Wenliang glanced at him lightly and said, "It’s nothing, let’s go."

As he spoke, he turned around and walked straight towards the door.

"Uncle Ren, he dares to put on airs in front of me? Look at how you’ve spoiled him, isn’t he just a servant of our family?"

Qin Shi stood up, watching Gao Wenliang’s departing figure, cursing under his breath.

But Ren Anquan patted his back, trying hard to appease him.

"Hmph, once I’ve had my fun today, I’ll have time to deal with you."

Qin Shi spat, cursing silently in his heart.

At this moment, his mind was entirely on today’s entertainment.

Recently, a new batch of goods had arrived at Ode to Joy, all were fox spirits caught from the mountains, with Inner Cores hastened, Primordial Spirits bound, and all taking human hosts of girls aged fifteen or sixteen.

So fresh, of course, he had to have a taste.

Thinking of this, Qin Shi couldn’t help but feel inexplicably restless, as if there was a fire burning inside him.

This made him quicken his pace, stepping out of the Qin Family mansion and getting into his car.

...

Near the outskirts of An Nan City.

Jiuan Steel Factory.

This was an abandoned steel plant, which had been out of use after industrial restructuring.

Over time, it became the location of An Nan’s black market, much like the one in Yujing, located in a remote area, rarely approached by ordinary people, with Blinding Techniques laid out around...

In the eyes of the general public, it’s just an abandoned factory, nothing more.

However, this abandoned factory is much larger than the unfinished building of the Yujing Black Market, with many more shops inside.

After all, the regulations aren’t as strict here as in Yujing City, rules are more relaxed, and the environment more fertile.

"We’ve been guarding for six days, will the goods come?"

Inside the black market, Fang Changle stared at the door of the old factory, unable to help but speak up.

Ever since they got the news from Yuan Ling Crown, he and Zhang Fan had come to this black market, leaving early and returning late every day, waiting for Qin Shi’s arrival.

But after six consecutive days, both of them returned empty-handed.

That young master seemed to have completely vanished from An Nan City.

"Let’s wait two more days, I don’t believe he won’t come out." Zhang Fan said casually.

Originally, he wasn’t in a rush to leave. Firstly, since Mr. Nian’s tribulation, Yujing City was no longer as safe as it used to be. Secondly, after the battle between the Lord of the Profound Palace and Huo Dharma King of White Crane Temple, that place had become too conspicuous.

Zhang Fan took this opportunity to lay low for a while.

Therefore, he had enough time and patience.

Cultivators must tolerate loneliness, sometimes sitting in meditation, without eating or drinking, for seven or eight days is considered normal.

Static Cultivation is a compulsory course for every Daoist, without tranquility, the Primordial Spirit cannot awaken.

But it’s different for that young master of the Qin Family. He only entered tranquility in his youth, relying on the vast foundation and resources of the Qin Family, barely awakening his Primordial Spirit, and cultivating to the Technique Apprentice level.

As he grew up, the people he interacted with also became more varied, and the temptations of the Red Dust world overwhelmed him, with various shortcuts being his treasures.

That Qin Shi often associated with the likes of Li Kongxing, indulging in desires, seeking shortcuts, he long discarded the Qi Cultivation of static meditation beyond the Nine Heavens.

Heart Monkey and Yima, how could a person like that endure loneliness?

"Waiting foolishly like this won’t do." Fang Changle couldn’t help but say.

"Cultivation is a foolish endeavor, you have to change your nature when you can’t see the end. Little Fang, you can’t cultivate the Great Dao this way." Zhang Fan grinned lightly.

The old sages said that cultivation is indeed a foolish endeavor.

It’s like buying a lottery ticket, you don’t know if you’ll win, but mostly you won’t, and over time, some people give up.

But those who won the lottery must be those who persisted even without seeing the results...

And here, it’s talking about a legitimate lottery, not the kind that settles accounts at the end of the year.

"You’re really acting like someone from the Mahayana Realm," Fang Changle laughed.

What Zhang Fan said was rough, but it made sense.

It must be said that once Cultivators are deeply skilled, their understanding deepens too.

"Let’s go, take a look over there." Zhang Fan stepped forward.

It must be said, this black market is much larger than Yujing’s. Every day here was like attending a big fair.

"Hm? A new shop opened?"

At this moment, Zhang Fan suddenly stopped. In an originally empty place, a tent was set up, with a sign posted, brightly written:

"Crazy Draws and Gifts Three Thousand Times!!!"

Zhang Fan’s brow twitched, glancing at Fang Changle, they both saw a knowing look in each other’s eyes.

At this moment, the newly opened shop seemed to be doing well, with nearly all the foot traffic being men.

Zhang Fan said nothing.

Fang Changle remained silent as well.

With tacit understanding, they lifted the curtain of pink lights and stepped inside.

Not five minutes later, both walked out.

"A lottery and gift stall, does it need such a flashy name?" Zhang Fan rolled his eyes, turning his head to look at the sign of the newly opened shop, and couldn’t help but spit.

You have to admit, business was booming, one hundred bucks for a draw, the lowest prize was a basket of eggs.

"Tch!"

Fang Changle didn’t say anything, merely spat out phlegm.

"Look..."

At this moment, Fang Changle’s gaze suddenly focused on the ramshackle gate of the black market factory.

A black car slowly drove in, parked beside it, and then a group of people got out.

Leading them was the notorious young master of the Qin Family, Qin Shi himself.

Ren Ping’an and Gao Wenliang followed closely behind, cautiously observing their surroundings.

Qin Shi’s appearance immediately caught a lot of attention.

The Qin Family was renowned in An Nan City and even the entire Huizhou Province, and this Qin Family young master was a regular patron of the black market, specifically a regular at Ode to Joy.

In the black market, hardly anyone didn’t know him.

At this moment, Qin Shi was swaggering towards a towering iron tower in the center of the black market.

That place used to be for storing water of the iron factory; now it had been transformed by Ode to Joy into a place for dissipating wealth.

Everyone knew that the young master of the Qin Family was here to revel and spend.

"Finally, he’s here," Fang Changle said lightly as he watched the incoming people.

Fortunately, he came, or else who knows how long they would have had to wait.

"Is that the wastrel from the Qin Family?"

Zhang Fan sneered, his cold eyes almost converging into a line.

"When do you plan to make a move?" Fang Changle turned his head to ask.

"Now!"

Zhang Fan whispered, and his eyes closed slightly, as a ray of his Primordial Spirit soared into the sky.

At this time, Qin Shi was contemplating how to enjoy the day. Ode to Joy had already sent him information on this latest batch of goods, and just the photos and videos made him itch.

"Let’s go for a two-in-one special today," Qin Shi grinned, his eyes sparkling with uncontainable fire.

Rumble...

At this moment, a terrifying aura manifested out of thin air, pouring in from all directions like a tidal wave.

"Who is it?" Qin Shi’s face changed suddenly, sensing danger immediately, he yelled in panic.

"Die!!"

An icy voice suddenly echoed in the void, almost simultaneously, Qin Shi’s eyes widened, his body tensed, and his Primordial Spirit was instantly annihilated.