Jiang Feng surprisingly couldn’t examine it seriously.
It seed that the contents were difficult to cultivate, just as rumored, a cultivation and martial arts technique that surpassed Celestial Extre, not belonging to the mortal world, even when an Innate Powerhouse encountered it, it would be hard to digest.
Forcing cultivation would only cause a regression in cultivation, or even lead to being possessed by demons.
In short, Jiang Feng could confirm at this mont that this was undoubtedly a cultivation technique that surpassed Celestial Extre.
He quickly closed the cowhide scroll.
"I ask you to hand over the two accounting books to . The cultivation technique is already in your hands. I hope you abide by your promise."
The old Daoist reached out and said.
Jiang Feng looked at the cowhide scroll in his hand, hesitated for a mont, then said, "If I find out later that the contents of the cowhide scroll are even the slightest bit false, if you dare to mock , I’ll make this place flow rivers of blood!"
"Please rest assured, the poor Daoist has said, the black market’s credibility is guaranteed, and we will not fool anyone."
The old Daoist forced a smile and said.
Jiang Feng stood up, grabbed the two accounting books, and threw them together to the old Daoist.
The old Daoist caught them and quickly started flipping through the task ledger.
Jiang Feng then turned and walked out of the courtyard.
His steps were neither hurried nor slow, seemingly unafraid of the old Daoist catching up. He waited outside the courtyard, exchanged a glance with the old Daoist, and then transford into a residual shadow, swiftly disappearing, as if he had never been there.
"Immortal Master, should we..."
The strong Qi Refining Realm martial artist said.
"Should what? Do you want to die?"
The old Daoist retorted.
The opponent was speechless, recalling the scene where Jiang Feng casually waved his hand and sent him flying, he was filled with trepidation and did not dare to speak further.
"Bring all the elites and follow to the Imperial City."
The old Daoist ordered.
He worried that soone might co to snatch it on the way back, and if that really happened, having cannon fodder to block would make it much easier.
Jiang Feng moved away from the black market.
The old Daoist hurried back towards the Imperial City at the fastest speed.
Their objectives were different.
Jiang Feng confird that no one was following him.
He quietly returned to Willow Alley.
The old Daoist successfully entered the Imperial City, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
At this mont,
That mysterious expert from the Dark Hall finally t his master.
"Young Master, sothing terrible has happened.
"Fourth Uncle, please tell ."
The black mist disappeared.
It turned out to be the old servant beside the Second Prince.
Upon learning that the Second Prince and the Emperor were discussing matters and couldn’t be disturbed, the old servant instructed a servant and returned to this secluded comfortable courtyard to wait.
The Second Prince, upon learning that the old servant had co to him late at night, knew sothing significant must have happened and hurriedly rushed over.
"An unknown Innate Powerhouse stord into the headquarters of the Chamber of Comrce, killed Yan Ting and others, broke into the secret chamber, and took away those two accounting books, along with all the silver notes."
The old servant hurriedly said.
"Boom!"
"What did you say?"
The Second Prince’s aura was uncontrollable.
The tables and chairs nearby shattered, the small fish pond outside the window churned, and the lotus leaves were shredded.
He was a martial arts prodigy.
With abundant resources.
In many people’s eyes, he was just an Upper Third-Grade Martial Artist, but the old servant knew that the Second Prince had beco Innate two years ago and now his strength was no less than his. Because of this, he was completely dedicated, carrying out every task of the Second Prince without a word of complaint.
The eruption of primordial power from the Second Prince made him quietly alard. He needed to operate his cultivation technique silently to resist, so he could stand beside the Second Prince like nothing was wrong.
Faced with the Second Prince’s roar.
He lowered his head and said nothing.
"Who was the opponent?"
The Second Prince wanted to calm himself down but still couldn’t control it, his voice slightly trembling.
"This old servant is incompetent, the man had already left by the ti I arrived."
The old servant continued to lower his head.
Hearing this, the Second Prince closed his eyes.
The old servant then moved outside the courtyard, brought a perfectly intact chair, and placed it behind the Second Prince.
The Second Prince slowly sat down.
His aura rose and fell.
Like a volcano about to erupt.
Or like a snake about to enter hibernation.
Making it impossible to imagine what he would do in the next mont.
"Fourth Uncle, aside from those two accounting books, what other damages are there?"
The Second Prince asked with his eyes closed.
He knew the old servant must have done his best.
"Everything inside the secret chamber that could be destroyed was destroyed, the financial losses are incalculable, affecting the developnt of the Young Master’s affairs at the National Gate. Yan Ting and other Dark Hall mbers, the Upper Third-Grade Martial Artists stationed within Dragon Capital, nearly all perished, with the remaining personnel’s casualties being beyond asure. When the old servant arrived, blood flowed like rivers, and corpses lay all around, the opponent had turned the place into a slaughterhouse."
The old servant said slowly.
Though his tone appeared calm, deep inside he wanted to roar.
"So in other words, over the years, all the personnel we cultivated, everyone waiting for tasks in Dragon Capital, are basically dead?"
The Second Prince rubbed the area between his brows and murmured.
"Yes."
The old servant nodded and added, "Even if there are survivors, whether they are outside of Dragon Capital, as long as the list falls into the wrong hands, those people, even if alive, will also beco troubleso."
"Creak!"
The Second Prince moved the chair aside, the place he held disintegrated.
When he opened his eyes.
His eyes were blood-red.
Blood-like aura emanated from his body, chilling to behold.
"Fourth Uncle, what do you think about the situation on Black Iron Mountain? When I exited Father Emperor’s palace earlier, Yang the Third and Kui Han were guarding the palace entrance, their expressions appeared very unusual."
The Second Prince suddenly asked.
The blood-like aura on his body gradually dissipated.
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