32: Chapter 32 I'll put up two hundred, two hundred each.

For Qin Feng, the following days were relatively uneventful, yet they were fulfilling to the extreme.

While tragedies occurred daily in the Servant District outside as people fought to the death over a few servant coins, Qin Feng had completely shut himself away in Courtyard No. 77.

Every day, he remained within the Primary Spirit Gathering Formation, unsparingly consuming the priceless mutated blood ginseng.

The immense medicinal power and dense Spiritual Qi constantly scoured his Meridians, while the Chaos Art, like an untiring furnace, frantically converted these energies into pure Qi and blood.

Besides that, he spent all his time Cultivating Inch Radiance.

The wooden stakes in the courtyard had already been riddled with holes by his ordinary wooden flying daggers.

From initially hitting the bullseye, to later hitting the target every single time, and finally, throwing the flying dagger to streak through the air like a chilling silver bolt of lightning, piercing directly through the hard ironwood with a "puchi" sound!

Time passed day by day.

The first day, the second day, the third day...

On the night of the seventh day!

Inside the Spirit Gathering Array, Qin Feng suddenly opened his eyes, and the Qi and blood suppressed to the limit within his body erupted like a volcanic explosion!

"Boom!"

Mortal Rank 6!

An incomparably powerful pressure swept outward from him as the center, directly shattering the wooden chairs in the room into pieces!

"I've finally achieved a Breakthrough!"

Qin Feng clenched his fists, feeling the terrifying power surging like a river within him, a cold, disdainful glint flashing in his eyes.

Now, not only had his cultivation reached Mortal Rank 6, but he had also completely mastered the flying dagger technique, Inch Radiance.

Combined with the formidable foundation forged by the Chaos Art, he was capable of fighting even against a Mortal Stage 7 expert!

In this Intermediate Laborer District, he could finally be considered a truly top-tier combatant.

...

The morning of the seventh day.

Just as Qin Feng pushed open his door, a burst of harsh noise and shrill cries reached him from the open ground in front of the Servant District.

He frowned slightly and walked out of the courtyard with Bai Yuhe.

As soon as he reached the street, he heard the surrounding Menial Laborers whispering to each other.

"Have you heard? Su Shanhe died after all!"

"How could he not die? His internal organs were completely rotted. I heard Su Yourong spent a fortune to get some top-grade blood ginseng, but it only kept him alive for seven more days."

"Heh, medicine couldn't save him. People from the Management Hall already went there, wrapped his corpse in a straw mat, and buried him in a pit. The ten mu of fertile land and the courtyard belonging to the Su Family have all been repossessed!"

"The mother and daughter of the Su Family are miserable now. They are so pretty, and without their protector, won't they be devoured alive by those hungry wolves?"

Qin Feng followed the flow of people to the edge of the Servant District, outside a mass grave.

At this moment, in front of a newly raised mound of earth, Su Yourong and Su Aili were kneeling on the ground, weeping uncontrollably.

Su Yourong was dressed in coarse linen clothes; her once full, rosy cheeks were now haggard, and her eyes were hollow, devoid of any signs of life.

Su Aili had cried until her voice was hoarse, clutching her stepmother's arm tightly, trembling all over.

They were not only weeping for Su Shanhe, but also despairing over the miserable fate they were about to face.

Because surrounding them were over a dozen well-known thugs and ruffians from the Intermediate Laborer District.

Leading them were the fleshy-faced Jia Da and a thin man with sinister eyes—Gou Sanzhao.

"Oh, Sister-in-law Su, stop crying. Old Su passed away peacefully enough; he at least left a whole corpse, right?"

Jia Da rubbed his hands together, his gaze unscrupulously scanning Su Yourong's proud chest, which was heaving due to her sobbing, and he was practically drooling.

"Sister-in-law, you are a sensible person. Now that Old Su is dead, your Su Family doesn't even have a dog kennel to stay in. You know the rules of the Servant District; why should you two delicate mother and daughter go suffer in the lower-tier Servant District..."

"How about this," Jia Da said with a lecherous chuckle, revealing a mouth of yellow teeth.

"My courtyard is very large. You and this beautiful daughter of yours can both move in with me. As long as you serve me well, I will give you 80 servant coins every month for living expenses! I guarantee you won't go hungry, how about that?"

"Jia Da, aren't you being a bit unreasonable?"

Gou Sanzhao, who was standing to the side, spoke up sinisterly, his eyes scanning Su Aili's young and tender figure. "Can you eat this pair of top-grade mother and daughter flowers all by yourself? Aren't you afraid of choking to death?"

He turned his head to look at Su Yourong. "Sister-in-law Su, you go with Jia Da, and the daughter belongs to me! I will pay 80 servant coins every month to keep her! This is an exorbitant price, don't be ungrateful!"

The surrounding Menial Laborers burst into roars of laughter, their words filled with obscenities and filth.

They were like a flock of vultures circling rotting meat, discussing how to divide up the mother and daughter who had lost their protection.

"We... we don't need..."

Su Yourong protected Su Aili tightly behind her, like a desperate mother hen, trembling with rage as she pointed at the noses of Jia Da and the others and cursed,

"Old Su just passed away, his body is not yet cold. We don't want to consider this right now..."

"So you're refusing to be reasonable, huh?!"

The smile on Jia Da's face vanished instantly. He took a violent step forward, his wild Qi and blood of a Mortal Rank 6 erupting from his body, pressing down on the mother and daughter like a great mountain.

"You cheap sluts who are about to go hungry, even if I drag you back by force today, it's no big deal—I'll just spend a little money at the Management Hall..."

As he spoke, Jia Da reached out his large, fan-like hand, grabbing directly toward Su Yourong's hair, preparing to use force.

Su Aili screamed in terror and squeezed her eyes shut.

Su Yourong closed her eyes in despair as well, tears sliding down silently. Was this the inescapable fate of their mother and daughter?

Just as Jia Da's hand was about to make contact—

"Whoosh!"

A piercing sonic boom suddenly exploded in mid-air!

A speck of silver light, like a shooting star chasing the moon, whizzed past the back of Jia Da's hand at a terrifying speed that was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye!

"Puchi!"

The silver light pierced directly through a tombstone a zhang behind Jia Da, sinking deep into the ground, not even leaving the hilt behind!

"Ah!"

Jia Da let out a pig-like shriek and retracted his hand as if electrocuted.

A large chunk of flesh on the back of his hand had actually been torn apart by the terrifying force of the wind, leaving it dripping with blood and deep enough to see the bone!

"Who?! Which death-seeking bastard dares to ambush me?!" Jia Da clutched the back of his hand, cold sweat pouring from the pain, and roared like an enraged beast.

The whole scene fell into instant silence.

Everyone looked in the direction from which the flying dagger had been shot, and the crowd involuntarily split to both sides, clearing a wide path.

Qin Feng was seen wearing a neat black robe, his hands clasped behind his back.

Following on his left was Bai Yuhe, her eyes full of Killing Intent, while on his right was the charming Wu Mengmeng, arm in arm with him. Like a king inspecting his territory, he walked over slowly with a composed gait.

He didn't even glance at the furious Jia Da; his deep, icy gaze went straight over the crowd and landed on the stunned Su Yourong.

Immediately after, a calm yet domineering voice, like a thunderclap, exploded in everyone's ears:

"Go clean my courtyard; I will pay 200 servant coins per month."

Qin Feng stood in the center of the crowd and said, enunciating each word clearly, "Two hundred for each person."