Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World

Mu Qingyuan and Mu Qinghe both looked at him. ”What sort of refined method?”

”I overheard some Holy Pill Sect disciples downstairs earlier; apparently, they’ve been at odds with the Thousand Poison Sect again recently. We can procure some poison and hidden weapons commonly used by the Thousand Poison Sect. After we kill him, we’ll leave some clues behind to misdirect any suspicions!”

Mu Qingyuan gave his brother a thumbs-up. ”Brilliant! That guy must be loaded too—last time, he shelled out twenty thousand taels just to buy a Stone-breaking Crossbow. Killing him might even turn us a tidy profit! Qinghe, head to the black market and get some Thousand Poison Sect poisons and hidden weapons.”

”Alright then! Plan settled. Should we pick up where we left off?”

Mu Qingwen grinned lewdly. ”Qingyuan, want to join in? It’s quite thrilling, you know!”

Mu Qinghe shuddered internally at the thought of what he’d just walked into. Though he had his own interests, he had no taste for this kind of depravity. He quickly shook his head and waved his hands in refusal. ”Not for me! You two enjoy yourselves. I’m off to get the stuff!”

After Mu Qinghe left, Mu Qingyuan sneered. ”What a killjoy! Enjoying things alone is nothing compared to sharing the fun. So, should we bring back the same girl or switch it up?”

”I like her flair—let’s stick with her!”

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Mu Qinghe didn’t spend much time at Bright Moon Pavilion—ten minutes at most. By the time he came back out, he’d already changed into a new outfit and made some basic adjustments to his appearance.

At the tavern, Gu Sheng was leisurely sipping his drink when his eyes locked onto a fat man who had just walked out.

A smirk crept across Gu Sheng’s face. ”He sure is cautious! But that disguise of his is laughably bad.”

Leaving a few scraps of silver, Gu Sheng quickly got up to follow him.

The fat man was none other than Mu Qinghe in disguise.

Gu Sheng trailed him through Holy Pill City for some time until they reached a bustling casino.

The casino buzzed with raucous energy. Mu Qinghe, after entering, didn’t linger but pressed directly through the crowd toward the backyard.

To avoid drawing attention, Gu Sheng loitered in the casino for a short while before making his way to the backyard about ten minutes later.

In the backyard, a burly man with a thick beard sat idly at a counter with a bored expression.

Seeing Gu Sheng approach, the burly man didn’t even look up as he slid a mask out from under the counter and passed it to him. ”Three buy, two sell!”

Gu Sheng instantly understood—the casino was also a black market!

After handing over two hundred silver notes, Gu Sheng began tapping his feet on the ground in a rhythmic pattern. When he finished, a sloped opening, about two or three square meters, appeared in the floor behind him. Mask secured, Gu Sheng slid down the slope, and the noisy sound of haggling filled his ears the moment he landed.

Stepping into the light, Gu Sheng was stunned by the scale of the black market.

Though underground, the market sprawled impressively wide. A cursory glance suggested it covered no less than three thousand square meters. On the outskirts, Gu Sheng even spotted a few individuals clad in black armor standing guard, indicating an area of higher importance within.

The black market was bustling, with bustling vendors and buyers crowding its expanse. Gu Sheng moved through the throng, searching for Mu Qinghe.

Thanks to Mu Qinghe’s distinctive build, Gu Sheng spotted him in no time.

Mu Qinghe was crouched by a stall, quietly conversing with the vendor. To avoid alarming him, Gu Sheng squatted at a neighboring stall nearby.

”Hey, pal. Looking for martial arts manuals? I’ve got a complete version of the Star-piercing Sword Skill, a top-tier technique! This one’s incomplete but still comparable to a second-tier skill. Seeing as we’ve crossed paths today, why don’t I give you a good deal to kick things off?”

As soon as Gu Sheng crouched, the merchant, wearing a monkey mask, began pitching his goods boisterously.

Gu Sheng picked up one of the manuals from the stall and casually flipped it open. ”What’s your good deal then?”

The merchant got excited at the question. ”Heh, brother! A top-tier swordsmanship manual like this is hard to come by! I’m the only one in this massive black market carrying it. Since you’re my first customer of the day, I’ll give you a special price—let’s say fifty thousand taels. I usually don’t even look at offers below a hundred thousand!”