Hide in the world of gods and demons

Chapter 29 Sudden Wealth
As night deepened, two more groups of people came over, but they were not as bold as the first group. Upon seeing someone patrolling, they decisively retreated.

It wasn't until almost midnight that things finally calmed down.

……

"Jiji!"

"Cuckoo!"

"Chirp!"

"Squeak!"

"quack!"

……

The strange bird calls at dawn were as noisy as a Buddhist ritual, and Chen Li, who hadn't slept all night, pushed open the door.

This morning, in addition to the ever-present stench of urine, the air also carried a strong, pungent smell of blood.

But this did not affect Chen Li's mood at all.

Despite not having slept all night and having thought about it all night, Chen Li felt an unprecedented sense of ease and peace in his heart.

Yesterday's massacre seemed to completely dispel the heavy fog in his heart, cleanse his soul, and calm his restless mind.

I realized I wasn't so weak after all; I realized I was actually quite strong.

He has never had an accurate assessment of his own strength. The only time he had any conflict was when he was robbed, and he only managed a brief counterattack. But this time he can be sure that he should be able to rival someone in the late stage of Qi Refining.

With that kind of strength, he was already capable of establishing himself in the entire shantytown.

Of course, the late stage of Qi cultivation cannot be generalized to all people, just as people cannot be generalized to all people.

A self-taught late-stage Qi Refining cultivator who spends his days wandering around in shantytowns is clearly no match for a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator from a sect who has received systematic training in cultivation.

The former may have more combat experience, but the latter is far superior to the former in terms of equipment, attack methods, and cultivation knowledge.

One was like a thug who fought in shady dealings, and the other was a regular soldier.

"Good morning, Fellow Daoist Chen!" A rogue cultivator who had gone with him the night before greeted Chen Li with a broad smile as soon as he saw him.

"Good morning!" Chen Li greeted him with a smile and a cupped-hand salute.

After that rogue cultivator left, no one else made a point of coming over to greet him.

Chen Li didn't pay any attention and turned to go back into the house.

After all, he wasn't such a superficial person.

A moment later, Lin Gui rushed over, looking mysterious, and said:

"Four people died in the street last night. Did you go and see them? Their bodies are hanging on the big tree at the street corner as a warning. Tsk tsk, it was a gruesome sight. Their heads were smashed to pieces. I wonder which fellow Daoist on the street was so ruthless..."

“It’s me,” Chen Li said, glancing at him.

"That corpse was unrecognizable; it probably wouldn't even recognize its own mother. It was truly horrific." Lin Gui's tongue moved swiftly, chattering on and on. "By the way, what did you just say?"

"I'm telling you, the decisive and ruthless fellow Daoist you just mentioned is me!" Chen Li said helplessly.

"Uh!" Lin Guiru was like a goose whose neck had suddenly been grabbed tightly. He stretched his neck, speechless, and stared in disbelief. Then he stroked his long beard and smiled: "Fellow Daoist Chen, don't joke with me. You even have to ask me for advice on how to scold someone?"

"Does not knowing how to scold someone mean you can't kill someone?"

"This...of course...it can kill." Perhaps intimidated by the strange atmosphere, Lin Gui became nervous and stammered as he spoke.

"That's it!" Chen Li smiled.

"Well...that seems to make sense." Lin Gui seemed speechless. He looked Chen Li over and over, and after a long while, he finally managed to stammer out, "Fellow Daoist Chen, are you really not joking?"

Chen Li nodded: "No joke!" Lin Gui left.

He left with a look of utter disbelief.

Chen Li shook his head, finished a large glass of salt water, took off his robe and inner lining, picked up his sword and began to practice.

Today is destined to be anything but peaceful.

Before noon, Qiao Guanyuan came to visit.

Chen Li hurriedly went out to greet him.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, I hope my sudden visit hasn't disturbed your cultivation?" Qiao Guanyuan carefully observed Chen Li as he approached, noticing that the other's movements were fluid and graceful, seemingly carrying a peculiar charm.

Like a leopard strolling by, beautiful yet deadly, it clearly possessed a remarkably high level of physical prowess.

To be honest, he hadn't paid any attention to Chen Li before.

He was just an ordinary, middle-aged rogue cultivator who made a living by drawing talismans; there was no need for me to pay him any excessive attention.

But today... no, last night Qiao Guanyuan realized he had completely misjudged the situation.

During the fierce battle last night, he was in another patrol group and didn't hear anything until the battle was over. He only then learned what had happened.

Incredible.

He fought against three mid-stage Qi Refining cultivators single-handedly, without sustaining a single injury, and didn't even need to use any magic weapons throughout the entire fight. Even he was somewhat intimidated by this level of combat prowess.

Moreover, before coming here, he thought that the other party was only amazing in magic, but today he saw that this person was obviously not weak in close combat either.

That's terrifying!

"Fellow Daoist Qiao, you're too kind. Please!" Chen Li cupped his hands and invited him through the gate. "May I ask what brings Fellow Daoist Qiao here?"

"I've come here mainly to discuss the spoils of war with you," Qiao Guanyuan said with a smile. "You killed the three masked men, so according to the rules, all the spoils on their bodies belong to you, fellow Daoist. There are a total of three mid-grade magic artifacts, two protective talismans, three lightness talismans, one flame talisman, and twenty-three low-grade spirit stones."

"The market price for second-hand magical artifacts is generally half the original price, but one particular shield magical artifact is more expensive than other magical artifacts."

A rough estimate puts the cost of the three magical artifacts at eight mid-grade spirit stones. As for the rest, it's not much, and I figure you'll need it, so I won't calculate the difference. What do you think of this price?

“It’s fair, this price is fine,” Chen Liqiang said calmly.

My heart was pounding uncontrollably.

Eight mid-grade spirit stones.

This wave... will make you rich overnight!

"Good, Fellow Daoist Chen is indeed decisive. I have already brought you the money and talismans." With that, Qiao Guanyuan took out a money bag and several talismans from his pocket and gently placed them on the table.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Qiao Guanyuan quickly took his leave.

……

He saw Qiao Guanyuan off and then disappeared from sight.

Chen Li quickly closed the door, walked into the living room, grabbed the money bag, and dumped it onto the table.

The spirit stones scattered, making an incredibly pleasant sound.

He picked up this and that, seemingly reluctant to put them down.

Then something occurred to him, and he quickly counted them carefully. There were a total of eight mid-grade spirit stones and twenty-three low-grade spirit stones.

That's right, not a single one is missing!
Not long ago, he was so poor that he had to stretch every penny to make ends meet. He was very frugal and would feel bad even if he ate monster meat every other day. As his savings dwindled, he would sometimes worry so much that he couldn't sleep. Now, seeing such a sum of spirit stones all of a sudden, he felt a little unreal.

"How are we going to spend so much money?!"

(End of this chapter)