Ding Huan sighed. From the murderous look in the guy’s eyes, he knew that the other party was determined to get the Immortal Demon Pill.
If it weren’t for his unwillingness to reveal his own strength, he really wanted to teach this guy a lesson.
By purchasing the Immortal Demon Pill in advance, he had essentially saved this person’s life, yet this ungrateful guy was still after him, even harboring the intent to kill.
Ding Huan had originally planned to use his movement technique to lose this guy and then return to the Rest Inn.
However, as the merchant continued the pursuit, Ding Huan changed his mind.
Although he had disguised himself, it was a simple disguise. If this guy was hell-bent on getting the item and started searching everywhere, that was not a good thing.
Moreover, according to his prediction, it seemed that the merchant had entered a Trading Building before stripping off the dirt on the Immortal Demon Pill.
If this guy had a strong backing, Ding Huan might not be able to live in peace.
He was here to quietly await the spaceship from an Advanced Civilization and didn’t want to be disturbed along the way.
Thinking this, Ding Huan slowed his pace and then stopped in a dark corner.
He had to kill this guy, or it wouldn’t be safe.
The Black Market was called "black" for a reason: one of its benefits was the lack of surveillance.
The Old Field Black Market had only just started, and not many people had arrived. No one came to this corner.
As expected, the merchant followed Ding Huan here. He saw Ding Huan with his back towards the outside, seemingly doing something.
A vicious look flashed in the merchant’s eyes as he reached to draw a dagger from his waist, preparing to strike Ding Huan from behind.
Ding Huan had no choice but to turn around. It was ridiculous; he simply couldn’t believe one could kill indiscriminately in the Black Market.
This showed the merchant had some backing, and Ding Huan hadn’t guessed wrong. The merchant was not just fixated on the Immortal Demon Pill; he was intent on obtaining it at all costs.
Seeing Ding Huan turn around, the merchant quickly hid the dagger in his hand.
"You..."
The merchant had only uttered the word "you" when he saw Ding Huan spraying something onto his face.
Clearly an experienced individual, the merchant held his breath immediately as the mist swept towards him.
By the time he realized what was happening, Ding Huan had already gone far away.
The merchant stepped back, wiping the mist off his face:
"What the hell is this?"
Did he think he could escape Yao Tian’s pursuit with just a spray of mist? Dream on.
Just as he thought about continuing the chase, he suddenly felt a burning sensation in his chest, which instantly spread throughout his body.
Yao Tian could even see his internal organs dissolving and disappearing.
How could this be? It was too bizarre.
A look of horror flashed in Yao Tian’s eyes. He had held his breath; even the most toxic mist shouldn’t have poisoned him in such a short time.
Something was wrong; this person...
Those were Yao Tian’s last thoughts as black liquid dripped from his eyes, and then his body slumped down.
He would never guess what Genetic Poison Fog was.
...
Suddenly, someone died in the Black Market. Regardless of whether the cause was known or unknown, no one would care.
However, Yao Tian was different. He was the Steward of the Tong Family’s Trading Building from Four-direction Star Land, one of the Four Great Families.
When he had nothing to do, he enjoyed wandering around various Black Markets, looking to score deals.
Indeed, he often managed to purchase valuable items at low prices in the Black Markets.
Almost the moment Yao Tian’s death was discovered, the Old Field Black Market was locked down.
By then, Ding Huan had already returned to the Rest Inn. He had thrown all his belongings into the Star House, not foolish like Yao Tian to strip the dirt from the Immortal Demon Pill openly.
Even as the Tong Family searched all over Four-direction City for the person who killed Yao Tian, Ding Huan’s clean and swift actions and timely withdrawal meant he was untraceable.
The Tong Family could not cover the sky with one hand in Four-direction City; the investigation only lasted a few days before fizzling out.
Ding Huan further limited his outings and focused on studying the Big Calculation Skill in the Rest Inn.
He set aside all other techniques like Escape Technique, talismans, and Cultivation, becoming fascinated with the Prediction Technique.
His first prediction scored him an Immortal Demon Pill and reduced the chaos in Four-direction City; it was a good thing, right?
Afterwards, Ding Huan tirelessly predicted various things every day.
Until half a year later, when he predicted that the spaceship from an Advanced Civilization was about to arrive at Four-direction Star Land, and it would only stay for one day, Ding Huan was stunned.
Wasn’t it said to be two years later? How had it come in just half a year?
Ding Huan immediately realized that the information obtained from Li Deting was false.
If even Li Deting knew about this, wouldn’t Four-direction Star Land be surrounded by people in two years?
According to his calculation, there were four days left. In four days, the spaceship from an Advanced Civilization would arrive at Four-direction Star Land.
Upon arrival in Four-direction Star Land, three men and two women from the spaceship would enter the City Lord Mansion.
The same day, they announced the testing of talented young men and women sent by the various big families and Sects, and they would select seven talented disciples to go to the Advanced Civilization.
After selecting the talented disciples, these beings from the Advanced Civilization began to buy various treasures.
Then these powerful beings from the Advanced Civilization started accepting treasure offerings, which altogether only took one day.
They would choose three people who offered the best treasures to join the spaceship to the Advanced Civilization.
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Of course, if the treasures were good but not good enough to follow the spaceship to the Advanced Civilization, one could choose to sell the treasures to these powerful beings.
Ding Huan wiped the sweat from his brow.
Had he not known the Prediction Technique, wouldn’t he have completely missed this event by surprise?
These damned families of the Four-direction Star Land had been keeping everything tightly sealed, not to mention spreading fake news.
The only thing he hadn’t guessed wrong was that this contribution of treasures was taking place at the City Lord Mansion.
After telling Qi Xinyue the news, Ding Huan then headed to the black market, where he also exchanged the over hundred thousand purple gold coins that Tou Jie had given him.
Leaving the black market, Ding Huan immediately went to the various Trading Buildings.
He still had a pile of purple gold coins on him; was he supposed to leave them unused and let them rust?
In the Trading Building, Ding Huan tried to purchase as many materials as possible.
After spending over a million purple gold coins until only seventy to eighty thousand were left, Ding Huan, carrying a big bag, finally stopped buying.
"Senior..."
As Ding Huan was heading to the Rest Inn with his big bag, a familiar voice called out to him nervously.
"Eh, it’s you."
Ding Huan hadn’t expected to actually run into an acquaintance.
It was the same young man who had knocked on his door in the past to deliver the message that Tou Jie was looking for him.
"I can’t believe you still remember me," the young man said, greatly pleased upon seeing Ding Huan recognized him.
"Come with me."
After speaking to the young man, he brought him to a quieter place.
"Senior, I really didn’t expect to see you here."
Admiration filled the young man’s eyes; he knew very well what Ding Huan’s presence in this place meant.
With both Tou Jie and Han Ni missing, their backers had gone looking for trouble with Ding Huan.
Yet here Ding Huan was in Four-direction City, safe and sound.
What did this mean? It meant that Ding Huan was definitely a formidable figure.
"You seem to have run into some trouble?"
Ding Huan spoke subtly, but it was clear at a glance that the young man before him had fallen on such hard times he was nearly destitute.
His face was gaunt and he clearly was starved, not only that, but his clothes were ragged.
Compared to the first time he saw him, the young man was in an even worse state.
The young man lowered his head, clearly ashamed.
They were both of similar age, yet look at how well Ding Huan was doing, purchasing a pile of items from the Trading Building, while he himself couldn’t even scrounge up a meal.
"What’s your name? And why did you help me before?" Ding Huan asked.
The message the young man had delivered before had truly helped him a lot.
Otherwise, by the time Tou Jie found him and he went to dispose of her, the suspicion would have been too great.
"My name is Ji Feng. The house that Han Ni was in belonged to my sister. They forced my sister to sell them the house and then they killed her and my brother-in-law."
As Ji Feng spoke, his hands clenched into fists. He yearned for revenge, but in terms of power, compared to Han Ni and Jin, he wasn’t even worth an ant.
Ding Huan patted Ji Feng’s shoulder:
"Forget about revenge, maybe the evildoers have already been killed. Find a place where you can earn a living and strive to survive."
"Yes, thank you, Senior."
Ji Feng bowed deeply with excitement.
He understood what Ding Huan meant by those words; previously, he had only guessed.
Now that Ding Huan had said it, it confirmed that his enemies had been taken care of by Ding Huan.
Ding Huan handed Ji Feng a leather pouch:
"Inside, you’ll find some gold coins. Take them to use, and there’s also a Cultivation Technique. If you can cultivate it, then do so; if you can’t, destroy it."
The Cultivation Technique was the Thousand Thread Gene Technique, something utterly worthless to Ding Huan.
By giving it to Ji Feng, he was providing him with a means to protect himself.
"Ah..." Upon hearing about a Cultivation Technique, Ji Feng, who had initially wanted to refuse, suddenly found himself unable to speak.
"That’s it then, we’ll meet again some day." Ding Huan greeted and quickly left.
"Senior, what’s your name?" Ji Feng quickly came to his senses and asked.
"Ding Huan." The voice reached him, but Ding Huan was already out of sight.
Ji Feng looked around; there was no one else.
The cloth pouch in his hand was heavy, seemingly filled with a lot of items. He carefully opened a corner of the pouch and was immediately astounded.
Inside were at least twenty thousand purple gold coins, and besides that, he thought he also saw several ten-thousand purple gold notes.
Not to mention for a lifetime, even for several lifetimes, he would never be able to earn so many purple gold coins.
What excited him even more was the Cultivation Technique book.
Ji Feng quickly tied up the cloth pouch; he had to leave this place immediately and find a quiet and safe place to earnestly cultivate.
He longed for the day when he could live like Big Brother Ding Huan, no longer living humbly, no longer hiding around like a stray dog.
Whoever dared to kill him, he would kill them in return.
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