They must have been ridden by a donkey to think that Big Playboy Mu is a reclusive genius! This city-slicker really knows no bounds!
"Wait a second, did you just say these flowers and herbs wouldn’t bring in much money?" Mu Hanyan suddenly turned his head to ask Che Xiang.
Che Xiang was stunned for a moment, then nodded bewilderingly, unable to grasp the context, "Yes, these won’t sell for much."
"Not much means still some money, right?" Mu Hanyan caught another meaning in that sentence.
Che Xiang finally understood what Mu Hanyan meant. His mouth twitched as he reluctantly said, "Yes, it can still make a little money..."
"Well then, that settles it. Hurry up and pack everything, move faster. Even a tiny mosquito is still meat!" Mu Hanyan said with cold eyes to the others, before he himself sat down on a flat large stone, leisurely swinging his feet and giving orders.
Zirong and the others’ mouths twitched in unison, looking so symmetrical. They exchanged glances and then silently began to gather things and sort out the remaining medicinal herbs.
This was not just someone being city-slick; this was literally plucking feathers from a goose passing by!
Then, bitterly park and with haste, the others worked while Mu Hanyan sat to one side. Out of nowhere, he produced a bag of roasted chestnuts and began eating them with relish.
No helping it, who would call him the young master? The young master’s role was just to sit aside and watch others work.
Zirong and the others were disillusioned with their previous image of Mu Hanyan as a reclusive genius, but when they found three money bags, each containing no less than 500 taels of silver notes, they suddenly felt that being a city-slicker wasn’t so bad.
"You three split it," Mu Hanyan said, looking at the money bags in Zirong’s hands, waving his hand indifferently. "It’s all found money, go and use it to buy some drinks and meat or something."
Mu Nan looked eagerly at Mu Hanyan and then pointed at himself, asking in a pitiful tone, "What about me?" It was clear that when Mu Hanyan said ’you three,’ it didn’t include Mu Nan.
"Do you still lack money?" Mu Hanyan rolled his eyes, "What’s the point of hopping around? Want to bet whether I’ll make you return the money?"
Mu Nan staggered in alarm, nearly falling over, hastily waving his hands, "No need, no need, this money was found for free, I think it’s good that the three of them split it."
Zirong and the others watched Mu Nan looking happy like a bedraggled little rooster, secretly laughing to themselves. Although Mu Nan was the one being picked on, he clearly seemed to enjoy the situation. Perhaps this was the charm of their young master.
After splitting the money, they continued searching for herbs.
At the edge of the stone formation in the distance, Mu Cheng looked lost and disorientated at the scene, as if struck by lightning, unable to recover for a long while.
He had arrived a bit late and hadn’t encountered Fourth Miss Zhao and her companion fleeing into the stone formation from the other side. He also hadn’t seen what had happened earlier. When he arrived, he saw Qu Shanhai and others attacking the Dragon Blood Stone with the Great Swordsman’s strongest Sword Force, only to be repelled fiercely. Afterward, he saw Mu Hanyan incredibly break through the defenses and get the Dragon Blood Stone.
Then a man appeared, making him feel ashamed, who effortlessly slapped away Qu Shanhai who tried to snatch the Dragon Blood Stone from Mu Hanyan’s hand with two sword sheaths. But his target wasn’t the Dragon Blood Stone; after staring at Mu Hanyan for a while, he simply left. It seemed he even said a few words, but it was too far away to hear. Follow current novels on NovєlFіre.net
What exactly was going on? How did Mu Hanyan manage to do what even a group of Great Swordsmen couldn’t? And that man, why did he help Mu Hanyan, what was their relationship really?