My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences

319 Successive Rewards!

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Qin Huai and the eldest foster son, Mou Jinfu, were jointly responsible for water transport.

Qin Huai sat on the dock, observing the bustling activity of the dock workers and various caravans. Not far away, Mou Jinfu reclined on a chair as a few beautiful concubines served him watermelon slices. Behind him, a group of people glared menacingly at the workers and caravans coming and going.

Mou Jinfu locked eyes with Qin Huai, who was watching him from a distance, showing no fear. A concubine beside him became momentarily distracted and accidentally pushed a watermelon slice into Mou Jinfu’s face.

“Where are you feeding it?” Mou Jinfu snapped, slapping the woman’s hand away.

Thud!

The woman immediately fell to her knees. “Old Old Master, I’m sorry!” Her body trembled, tears streaming down her face.

“Am I very old?” Mou Jinfu’s voice turned cold.

Bang!

He slapped the woman again, and her face quickly paled.

“Master, spare my life! Spare my life!” the woman begged weakly. In the end, she collapsed to the ground and never got up again.

“Throw her brother and mother into the sea to feed the fish!” Mou Jinfu ordered angrily, kicking the woman’s lifeless body. His eyes remained fixed on Qin Huai on the other side of the river. “The dock generates six hundred thousand silver a month, and I have to give half of it to this brat! What ability does he have? He only killed a small fry at the third-level bone pattern realm.”

Mou Jinfu’s voice grew colder. “Shao Mo, a prodigy with five full patterns Didn’t he also obediently make way for me?”

Behind him, a burly man stepped forward. “Sir, if I may give some advice for you”

“Am I the kind of person who attacks fellow disciples?!” Mou Jinfu turned around and slapped the burly man, who staggered back three steps.

“This subordinate deserves to die!” The burly man knelt on one knee, remaining silent. The slap hadn’t even left a mark on his body.

Mou Jinfu flicked his sleeve, stood up, and left.

In the blink of an eye, another two months passed. Everything remained calm, and the Blood Poison Gang’s business continued as usual.

Meanwhile, Qin Huai’s nine dragons true qi technique successfully broke through the bottleneck of the fourth-level bone pattern realm, reaching the level 84. Moreover, Qin Huai’s lifespan extended to 700 years.

The most direct result of breaking through this restriction was a significant increase in Qin Huai’s cultivation speed. The divine power book of a thousand creations, which had been at the peak of the eighth refinement, has also broken through to the bone pattern realm during his spare time.

In the world within his dantian, the golden ancient book shone even more brilliantly, as bright as the sun.

When Qin Huai opened his eyes, he walked out of the courtyard.

A large group of Blood Poison Gang disciples, whom he had recruited over the past two months, gathered around him. His method of recruiting them was simple: using inexpensive power stones to forge some broken artifacts.

To Qin Huai, this was no big deal. He only needed to forge one or two during his spare time each day. It wasn’t necessary for everyone to have one, but as long as he spread this rumor, the Blood Poison Gang disciples would naturally flock to him, drawn like cats to the scent of fish. After all, treasured weapons were rare and highly sought-after items.

Many people in the outer city could make treasured weapons, but they all demanded exorbitant prices, even for broken artifacts. Each one cost as much as 100,000 taels. Therefore, Qin Huai’s offer was irresistible to most of the Blood Poison Gang’s disciples.

As expected, within just two short months, Qin Huai had assembled the largest faction in the Blood Poison Gang, easily surpassing the other four foster sons. In return, he received a steady stream of information.

Qin Huai would be the first to know how much money First Master Mou Jinfu lost at the gambling den, which top lady Second Master Yi Rongen favored that night, or how many people Third Master Huang Qiguang had killed. It had to be said that the sect leader was indeed cunning, skillfully using his adopted sons’ hobbies to manipulate them into restricting and competing with each other.

“Fourth Brother!” Qin Huai spotted Shao Mo from afar and approached him, greeting him with a clasped fist.

Shao Mo appeared stunned for a moment before responding.

“What’s wrong with Fourth Brother these days? Why do I feel like your soul is out of your body?” Qin Huai joked.

“It’s nothing” Shao Mo waved his hand, seemingly unwilling to elaborate. The two of them chatted briefly before parting ways.

“What has Shao Mo been doing recently?” Qin Huai asked.

“Fifth Master, Fourth Master has been in seclusion for the past few months. I can see that his aura is growing stronger day by day,” one of the disciples replied. “I’m afraid that the realm of five full patterns is about to be perfected He’s ready to step into the next realm!”

Bang!

Yang Erbao ran over, panting, and slapped the man. “Do you really think it’s so easy to enter the visceral prefecture realm? Even if Fourth Master has completed all five full patterns, he still needs some time to step into that realm.”

Yang Erbao licked his lips and smiled obsequiously at Qin Huai. “Fifth Master, I’m late.”

Qin Huai replied coldly, “You’ve made some progress in your realm, so why are you in a state of unease all day?”

Yang Erbao was left speechless. “This Perhaps the mindset of a top-notch genius differs from that of ordinary people.”