Immortality Starts From Making Money.

"What do you say?!"

The Town Chief shouted, pushing the women around him away as he rose to his feet.

His face filled with confusion and shock before it marred into anger. He stared at the man before him, his rage boiling.

The man did not dare keep the furious Town Chief waiting and repeated what he just said.

"My Lord, the Guard Commander has been killed by the merchant protector."

His Guard Commander killed!

This was a slap in his face.

Just thinking of it made him lose control of his cultivation realm, and a thick, suffocating aura erupted from his body.

He may be used to frolicking with women, but he did not neglect his cultivation.

The aura of Peak Core Refining Realm pressed down on everyone inside the room. The Town Chief was on the brink of a breakthrough to the Half Step Golden Core Realm.

Thus, the pressure was more overwhelming.

This…!

All the women in the room fell to the ground, their faces ashen. For the guards, their hearts skipped a beat, and dreadful expressions appeared on their faces.

They knew how unreasonable the Town Chief might become when he was furious. Thus, they were scared.

Unbothered by what was going on around him, the Town Chief asked in a cold voice,

"Where are they?"

"M-My Lord, my men saw their Young Master taking a stroll throughout the town," the guard responded with some difficulty.

"Good. Good. Keep an eye on them." The Town Chief nodded. He was deeply furious.

When was the last time this happened to him? He couldn't remember.

A mere insignificant merchant dared to go against him?

Today, he would show them why everyone feared him.

With that thought, he barged out of the room.

Feeling the sudden disappearance of the overwhelming pressure, everyone inside couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Especially the women with weaker cultivation levels.

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…

The news of the death of the Guard Commander had spread throughout the town, leaving everyone stunned.

Inside taverns, tea houses, and restaurants, everyone was discussing it with passion.

"I don't believe it!" a man said in shock.

"Not only you, no one believes it!" a voice responded, still reeling in disbelief.

"Believe it or not, it has happened," a woman replied.

"Ah! This is the first time this has ever happened. What will the Town Chief do?"

"What do you think? The Town Chief will, of course, send a message to those behind him to deal with them."

"Do you think they will wait for the experts to arrive?" another person questioned, his voice filled with doubt.

Many had the same doubt. To them, the best option was to escape while they still had the chance.

Just then, a young man rushed inside the tavern.

"There is news from the Town Chief's mansion!" he shouted.

Hmm?!

Instantly, his voice caught everyone's attention, and they turned to him, waiting to listen to the news.

The young man took a deep breath before he spoke.

"The Town Chief has just announced that anyone who supports the town's guard in preventing the merchant from escaping will not pay tax for one year."

What!

Everyone inside the tavern widened their eyes in disbelief.

The money-grubbing chief said that!

"Are you sure?!" a voice asked.

"Yes. The news has already spread throughout the town. If you don't believe me, you can go out and check." The young man responded confidently.

Whoosh!

Before the young man could realize what was happening, everyone inside the tavern rushed out at their greatest speed.

They would be fools to miss such a golden opportunity.

While the Town Chief's news was spreading like wildfire throughout the town,

the cause of everything was taking a casual stroll on the street.

Mo Jian realized that, apart from the high density of spiritual energy, there was nothing special about the central region.

"Perhaps, this only happens because I'm at the border," he mused as he continued his stroll.

With unhurried steps, they crossed to another street.

The street was bustling with a lot of peddlers and hawkers moving about.

Children could be seen running everywhere.

As they walked through the street, they noticed an old man begging a young woman.

"Young Miss, please increase the price. That's all the Red Stone I have," the old man pleaded.

"Humph! I've agreed to pay ten middle-grade stones, and you're not satisfied?"

The Young Miss snorted in disdain.

"Get lost, I'm no longer interested." She kicked the old man, took out small red stones from her spatial pouch, and threw them to the floor.

Without listening to the old man's plea, she returned inside the restaurant.

With the Young Miss gone, the old man could only swallow his pride and pick up the Red Stones one after the other.

Just as he prepared to pick the last stone, he saw a young man picking it from the ground.

With confusion, the old man raised his head and looked at the young man.

Looking at his handsome face and expensive silk, the old man swallowed whatever he wanted to say.

Without looking at the powerful warrior behind the young man, just from his clothing alone, he knew he was from an affluent clan.

"Y-Young Master…" the old man called with a trembling voice, unsure of what to say.

"Where did you get this stone?" Mo Jian asked calmly.

The old man was confused for a moment but recovered quickly.

The Red Stone was common in the Red Stone Town—how could he not know this?

Even though he found it puzzling, the old man still responded,

"I'm a miner, and I work in the Red Stone Mine. As miners, we are allowed to take out a few stones, and this is my share."

"I see…" A look of realization appeared on Mo Jian's face.

He turned and threw the stone to the Old Withered Man.

"What do you think of the stone?"

The Old Withered Man caught the stone and sent a wisp of his spiritual energy into the Red Stone.

"Young Master, the Red Stone has some wisp of fire energy," the Old Withered Man responded.

When Zhao Tian heard this, he instantly understood why Mo Jian was curious about the stone.

He looked at Mo Jian and saw the look that usually appeared on his face when he discovered something important.

"Old man, do you know the clan in charge of the mine?" Mo Jian asked.

"Yes."

"Good. Take us there, and I'll give you one thousand middle-grade spirit stones."

What!

The old man widened his eyes in stupefaction. Was this real?

One thousand middle-grade spirit stones!

He found it hard to believe, but looking at the men around the young master, he knew he had no reason to lie to him.

Without hesitation, he turned and walked toward the clan in large strides while his heart pounded heavily against his chest.