Becoming a Saint by Touching Corpses

Every Full Cycle martial artist is the pinnacle of the sect's combat power, cultivated through an immense expenditure of resources.

Lou Yi's actions are tantamount to causing the downfall of several sects.

In Tai City Main City, this would certainly create a landslide-like impact.

Unfortunately, the last one, Xu Shenjian, the round-faced man with a bushy beard, slipped away like greased lightning and disappeared without a trace.

Lou Yi searched nearby for half a day, but had to give up.

In the vast Hundred Beasts Mountain Range, hiding a person is all too easy.

Fortunately, he killed them with the identity and appearance of Liu Shu, so no matter how much those forces investigate, they won't trace it back to him.

Next comes the time to review the spoils of war.

Killing the four Full Cycle martial artists has yielded exceptional rewards for Lou Yi.

Not only did he gain twenty points of energy.

After searching their bodies, he discovered over seventy thousand taels in silver notes!

Lou Yi thought for a moment and understood the reason.

The sudden upheaval at the Beast Hunting Camp led the five Full Cycle teams to annex other teams and seize resources aggressively.

Unexpectedly, in the end, it benefited him.

Adding the more than twenty thousand taels he had accumulated earlier, Lou Yi now possessed a fortune of one hundred thousand taels, comparable to a medium-sized family in the main city!

A moment later.

Shi Caifeng, Jiang Chenyu, Yan Ze, Shi Qingde, and others arrived.

They found Lou Yi standing intact at the original spot, eyes revealing a shocked expression.

"What happened, where are those guys?" Jiang Chenyu asked.

"There's one here." Lou Yi pointed to the corpse underfoot, "The others are nearby."

"You killed them all?!" Shi Qingde screamed, his voice exceeding one hundred decibels.

"Unfortunately, Xu Shenjian escaped." Lou Yi regretted, "I didn't kill them all. Thanks to the Wolf Demon for helping; otherwise, I'd be lucky just to protect myself."

"Why did the Wolf Demon kill them and not you?" Shi Caifeng rolled her eyes, clearly not believing Lou Yi's explanation.

She didn't realize Lou Yi wasn't entirely lying.

Just now, he used all his trump cards to kill one Full Cycle in ten moves.

If he faced two at once, it would likely take dozens of moves to determine the outcome.

With three, Lou Yi wouldn't have much confidence; losing was highly probable.

Facing four, he could only barely protect himself, with a high risk of danger.

Against five...

Even ants can kill an elephant, let alone five Full Cycle martial artists?

Hence, he needed to leverage the Beast King's power and employ the strategy of driving the tiger to devour the wolf.

"The beast tide is probably coming. I think you all should head back first." Lou Yi said to Yan Ze, Shi Qingde, and others.

Currently, any strength below a Great Circulation is very dangerous in the Hundred Beasts Mountain Range.

However, Lou Yi was not inclined to leave easily.

Now, as long as he doesn't encounter the Beast King, he should be able to protect himself.

It's an excellent opportunity to gather energy, and he doesn't want to miss it.

Shi Qingde and others nodded, knowing wise men do not stand under a dangerous wall.

"I'll go with you." Shi Caifeng hurriedly said, adding, "Don't worry, I won't be a burden."

But seeing her slightly excited eyes, Lou Yi felt it was somewhat untimely.

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Twenty days later.

Tai City, Zhan Family.

In a wide and bright hall, a scroll depicting a tiger roaring in the mountains was hanging prominently.

The floor was covered in dark red carpet; each corner of the hall had a bronze incense burner, and in the center was a purple-red sandalwood Eight Immortals Table.

On the table, a variety of intricately styled dishes were placed.

Just the crystal-clear blue shrimp, thicker than a thumb, cost as much as an ordinary family's monthly food expense for one.

Zhan family, father and two sons, as well as a noblewoman around forty, were sitting at the table, eating.

Next to them, a beautiful maid stood by, responsible for peeling shrimp, removing shells, and other tasks.

"That Polygonum multiflorum matter is of great importance. All the available cash has been invested. You must monitor it carefully, making sure there's no mistake." Zhan father said solemnly to his eldest son, Zhan Weicong, after a sip of alcohol.

"Rest assured, father, I've inspected the goods; the quality is top-notch! Young Master Long's family truly is a major clan from the Central Plains. Even casual inventory they bring is enough for us for many years." Zhan Weicong said confidently, seeming to have everything in control. "Once we acquire these centennial Polygonum multiflorum, in Tai City and surrounding Jiang City and Yang City, our Zhan family will have no rival!"

Hearing Zhan Weicong boast so much, the noblewoman in elegant silk couldn't help but ask curiously, "Cong'er, what kind of Polygonum multiflorum is worth such praise from you?"

Zhan Weicong seemed to be waiting for this question and took a thick object from his bosom.

It looked as thick as a baby's arm, with twisted roots stained a dark brown-black, cracked like tree bark.

Red sticky fluid seeped from the cracks, emitting a rich medicinal fragrance.

The noblewoman held and played with it for a moment, sighing, "Indeed, it's a top-quality Polygonum multiflorum.

I have followed your father for thirty years, yet have never seen such a specimen."

"With this centennial Polygonum multiflorum paving the way, our Zhan family can sell it to major family estates to build relations, expand business. One day, we'll become Wangjiang County's leading pharmaceutical merchant!" Zhan Weicong was ambitious, his eyes filled with ambition.

And Zhan father and the noblewoman looked at him with great satisfaction.

Among them, Zhan Weida sat quietly in a corner, solely focused on eating, showing no desire to partake in the discussion.

Fortuitously, Zhan Weicong was in a good mood today and didn't direct any anger at him.

Otherwise, a good scolding would likely be in store.

At this moment, a servant hurriedly arrived at the door to report, "Master, young master, Young Master Long sent someone to notify that the cart transporting the Polygonum multiflorum is damaged, and needs you to go personally to pick it up."

"Just a small matter." Zhan Weicong stood up, a maid came to wipe his mouth and tidy his clothing.

"Father, I'll be right back!" Zhan Weicong left the hall in large strides, eager to proceed.

Seeing that Zhan father's gaze shifted to him, Zhan Weida lost interest in eating.

"Father, I ate enough, I'm going back to the martial arts hall."

"Hmph!" Zhan father snorted lightly but said nothing further.

His gaze at Zhan Weida's back held a hint of dissatisfaction.

A father naturally hopes every son would succeed.

The eldest has achieved that, but the second son is still lacking a lot.

Elsewhere.

Zhan Weicong brought his entourage, plus several carts, hurrying to a street in the city.

There, Young Master Long from the Central Plains was waiting quietly.

He wore a flashy Golden Silkworm Robe, with a high forehead and big brain, making him appear exceptionally remarkable and noble.

"Young Master Zhan, my outing today was not auspicious, the cart suddenly broke down, and I'm troubling you to come over."

"Where are the words, brother Long? With our relationship, not only am I willing to come here, I'd even be happy to go to the Central Plains." Zhan Weicong smiled.

"Here are the goods." Young Master Long pointed to the cart behind him, which held numerous black boxes with golden floral borders, they looked very classy, "Young Master Zhan, why don't you check the goods?"

Zhan Weicong ostensibly waved his hand with generosity, "Hey, what's there to check?

I trust others, but it's you, Young Master Long, I trust even more."

Still, he whispered to a sturdy man in black beside him, "Guard Geng, please check the goods."

If Lou Yi were here, he'd surely recognize Guard Geng.

Last time, he came to Zhan Weida's small yard to mock him for not being a martial artist but received some good lessons.

Guard Geng nodded, took his men, and went to inspect the goods.

Opening the wooden boxes, inside laid a row of incredible quality Polygonum multiflorum.

Seeing Guard Geng's covert gesture indicating no problem, Zhan Weicong's smile grew even broader.

After friendly exchanges with Young Master Long from the Central Plains, he handed over a stack of large silver notes to the latter.

As they say, cash and goods are exchanged hand-in-hand.

He ordered his men to load the goods onto the Zhan family's carts, Zhan Weicong triumphantly returned to the family warehouse.

After this transaction.

His father should feel assured enough to entrust him with family affairs, right?

And as for his good brother Zhan Weida, as long as he doesn't compete for the role of family patriarch.

The family has plenty of money, supporting one idle person shouldn't be an issue.

Zhan Weicong indulged in fantasies of his generosity yet heard a scream breaking his reverie.

"What's going on? Why are there only radishes underneath!"

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