Chapter 38

At the scene of the loot distribution.

"Xiaozhong, Miss Leng, I feel a connection with you two the moment I see you, and I don't intend to deceive you with empty words. This time, in the operation to eliminate the Bliss Gang, you two were the main contributors, while my Golden Saber Sect was only responsible for the aftermath." Zheng Gongming, who had roamed the martial world for many years, was well-versed in human relations and spoke in a way that made people feel comfortable. "You can choose the spoils first, and I, Old Zheng, will just pick up the leftovers, giving the disciples who contributed a taste. What do you think?"

"Old Zheng, you're too polite. Your Golden Saber Sect mobilized such a large force, and if we only let you have a taste, how could I feel at ease?" Zhong Wen smiled. "How about this: I don't want the real estate, silver, or minerals. We can split the spirit crystals, and the books can be mine, what do you think?"

"This..." Zheng Gongming was taken aback by Zhong Wen's generosity. "This distribution seems too one-sided. To be honest, many of the books found in the Bliss Gang are ancient texts written in ancient divine script, which are unreadable. The rest are mostly boring novels, with very few cultivation techniques and spirit skills."

"Is that true?" The moment he heard 'ancient divine script,' Zhong Wen's eyes lit up. "A black society gang actually studies ancient texts?"

"Duang Changhong, that roughneck, can't even read the language of Dagan, let alone study ancient texts." Zheng Gongming almost laughed out loud but didn't notice the awkward look on Zhong Wen's face when he said this. "Most of these books show no signs of being read. He probably planned to collect them to exchange for rewards at the Holy Land."

"Ancient books can be exchanged for rewards at the Holy Land?" Zhong Wen asked curiously. "What kind of rewards?"

"That depends on the quantity and content of the ancient books." Zheng Gongming was surprised that Zhong Wen didn't know this common knowledge. "Cultivation techniques, spirit skills, elixirs, weapons, and even spirit patterns are all possible. However, not all ancient books can meet the Holy Land's standards, so people like Duang Changhong usually collect dozens or even hundreds before sending them, which increases the chances of getting good rewards."

"That's great. I'll take these ancient books. In the future, I'll visit the Holy Land and see for myself." Zhong Wen made his decision instantly.

"What do you think, Miss Leng?" Zheng Gongming, fearing that Zhong Wen might regret his decision later due to his youth and impulsiveness, sought Leng Wushuang's opinion.

Given that Leng Wushuang could easily kill a Sixth Layer Earth Wheel expert, he had to be cautious.

"I'll follow his lead." Leng Wushuang didn't hesitate for a moment.

Zheng Gongming was slightly surprised, his eyes scanning Zhong Wen and Leng Wushuang. Seeing the handsome young man and the beautiful woman, he stroked his beard and looked enlightened.

They do make a good match!

"Xiaozhong, you're so reasonable. How can I take advantage of you like this?" Zheng Gongming pondered for a moment. "Among the minerals collected from the Bliss Gang, there is a piece of Crimson Sunstone, a rare material for forging weapons. I heard a high-ranking expert from the Divine Forging lineage is a guest at the Drifting Flower Palace. You can take it to him and have him forge a suitable weapon for you."

"That's too much." Zhong Wen declined.

"In this distribution, my Golden Saber Sect has already gained a great advantage. If you don't even accept a piece of stone, it would be disrespectful to me." Zheng Gongming pretended to be angry.

"Since that's the case, thank you."

"Ha ha, I like your straightforwardness!"

"Can I go and look at those books now?" Zhong Wen was eager.

"Of course." Zheng Gongming replied readily.

Zhong Wen and Leng Wushuang followed him to a dark room. Inside, there were a few bookshelves scattered around, with books placed haphazardly, clearly neglected for a long time.

"Xiaozhong, take your time browsing. I'm a rough man and don't like reading, so I won't keep you company here." Zheng Gongming, a man of the martial world, always felt a headache when he saw books.

"Old Zheng, please do as you please." Zhong Wen was glad he left.

After Zheng Gongming left, Zhong Wen gestured for Leng Wushuang to be at ease and began to study the books in the room.

The three outer bookshelves contained books from Dagan, which Zhong Wen, with his limited reading skills, naturally found uninteresting. On the other hand, Leng Wushuang went to a shelf, picked up a book, and read it with great interest, though it was unclear whether it was a cultivation technique or a novel.

The two inner bookshelves were filled with ancient texts collected by Duang Changhong, with roughly a hundred books.

So many!

Zhong Wen hadn't expected that helping Leng Wushuang avenge herself would bring such an unexpected reward.

He took a book from the shelf and saw the title in bold, flowing characters, revealing the writer's bold personality:

"The Eighteen Wave-Cutting Saber Techniques."

It was a book of saber techniques, and Zhong Wen was delighted.

After emptying the Medicine King Valley's library, the books in his mind were already quite extensive, but those involving cultivation techniques and spirit skills were few. With the rewards from the lottery, he had only about ten. Now, he had a chance to make up for this deficiency and wouldn't miss it.

"Discovered a 'Spirit Skill' book, 'The Eighteen Wave-Cutting Saber Techniques.' Do you want to record it? Yes/No."

"Discovered a 'Spirit Skill' book, 'The Shadow-Following Spear.' Do you want to record it? Yes/No."

"Discovered a 'Spirit Skill' book, 'The Mad Demon Fist.' Do you want to record it? Yes/No."

"Discovered a 'Spirit Skill' book, 'The Three Yang Divine Palm.' Do you want to record it? Yes/No."

...

The hundred or so ancient books were all spirit skills, and Zhong Wen was thrilled as he recorded them one by one.

However, as time passed, he found that while the first four were classified as 'Platinum Grade,' the remaining ninety were all 'Gold Grade.'

Such low-level spirit skills!

Zhong Wen's face showed his disdain, unaware that if the outside world knew he had obtained over ninety Gold Grade spirit skills at once, it would cause a huge stir...

"Recorded 100 'Spirit Skill' books. Please draw a reward: 1. Heavenly Sword Aura; 2. Dagan Bilingual Dictionary; 3. Complete Works of Shakespeare."

Zhong Wen carefully considered the three options, recalling the painful outcome of his last draw, feeling that he had a bad luck streak. Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he looked at Leng Wushuang, who was flipping through a book on the other side of the room.

This girl had just avenged her great enemy and escaped the constraints of the assassin organization. She was on a roll. Would her luck be better than his?

Deciding to try, he went to Leng Wushuang without a word: "Wushuang, can I borrow your hand?"

"What?" Leng Wushuang's big eyes widened in confusion, looking refreshingly cute.

Without waiting for an answer, Zhong Wen grabbed her soft, white hand and gently placed it on his head. With Leng Wushuang's surprised gaze, he closed his eyes and silently said, "Draw!"

"Congratulations, you have won the reward: Heavenly Sword Aura!"

Seeing the cultivation technique 'Heavenly Sword Aura' in the 'Star Spirit Grade' section of the bookshelf, Zhong Wen couldn't help but shed tears of joy and dance around.

It seems there really is such a thing as luck!

He decided to always bring Leng Wushuang when drawing rewards in the future. This cute, well-endowed girl was his lucky star.

Leng Wushuang's face was slightly red, her hand still warm from Zhong Wen's touch. Seeing his happiness, she felt a sense of joy, though she didn't know why.

"Zhong Wen!" Zheng Yueting's voice came from the door.

"Miss Zheng, is everything settled outside?" Zhong Wen opened the door, and Zheng Yueting, dressed in green, stood there, looking refreshing.

"Everything is settled. Here are the spirit crystal tickets and the Crimson Sunstone, as agreed." Zheng Yueting handed him a spirit crystal ticket and a long package. "I've arranged for a unicorn cart and some helpers to deliver the books to Qingfeng Mountain for you."

"Thank you, Miss Zheng." Zhong Wen took the package, feeling its weight and the faint heat emanating from inside.

"You just met my father today and are already calling him 'Old Zheng,' but you still call me 'Miss Zheng.'" Zheng Yueting pouted, displeased. "Do you think I'm not worth getting to know?"

"How can you say that? I've always admired your character, Miss Zheng." Zhong Wen quickly defended himself. "It's just that there are differences between men and women, and I don't want to seem too casual and disrespectful."

"Where did you get all these formalities?" Zheng Yueting, who was usually carefree, rarely showed such a girlish pout, which had its own charm.

"Call me Tingting, just like Father. Leng Sister can do the same."

"Alright, Tingting, I'll leave the books in this room to you." Zhong Wen, who never resisted getting closer to beautiful women, agreed readily.

"It's a small matter." Zheng Yueting, satisfied with his response, left the dark room.

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