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Chapter 39 Bronze Order
Those items that were worthless and too personal were not kept and became Wu Youren's burial objects.

There were four other items that were buried separately underground by Geng Xuan.

Later, they dug out the underground space under their house and found the body. Then they chose another place and buried it again.

——When Geng Xuan was digging the underground space, he deliberately avoided the direction where Wu Youren's body was so as not to disturb each other.

Among them, the least valuable one is a sachet, but the other three are valuable items that can be directly exchanged for a lot of silver.

A pure gold token, a jade pendant with exquisite workmanship and excellent quality, and a sword.

These three things are more valuable than each other.

According to Geng Xuan's experience of visiting many iron shops, if the sword that could cut hair with a gust of wind and kill people without shedding blood did not cost several hundred taels or even a thousand taels of silver, it would be best not to ask at all, so as to avoid humiliation.

But unfortunately, these items bear too strong personal imprints, and selling them would be tantamount to exposing oneself.

The only thing that can be done is the pure gold token, which can be melted into gold ingots.

However, Geng Xuan did not intend to do so unless it was absolutely necessary.

This also means that the biggest windfall in their hands is stuck in their hands, which is as good as nothing.

Geng Xuan's mind raced and another idea came to his mind.

"Speaking of valuables, I actually have some in my hands. I won't mention the Earthly Chapter because it's too sensitive. I also have the Iron Skin Skill, Iron Sand Palm, Tidal Breathing, and the four books on transcription skills. If I can sell them, they can be worth a lot of money."

However, Geng Xuan only thought about this for a moment before he dismissed it.

Not to mention that if there is no sufficiently credible person or force to endorse it, no one would spend money to buy a cultivation method of unknown origin and unknown authenticity. Even if he could really find a channel to make a move, such behavior would be very dangerous.

Geng Xuan himself didn't care and didn't think there was anything wrong with selling his cultivation method for money.

But that was just his idea.

In the minds of practitioners in this world, selling one's own cultivation methods in the market for money is as unacceptable as lifting up one's underwear in public.

The cultivation methods that occasionally circulate on the market often have unclear causes and effects behind them, and are stained with the blood of countless people.

It is hard to say how much money one can get by exchanging his cultivation method, but it is inevitable that one will get a little bit of "fishy" stuff.

If it is not handled properly, you may be caught in the vortex and there will be no peace.

After thinking it over, Geng Xuan helplessly realized that the fact that he was short of money could not be solved by one or two "flash of inspiration" or "breaking the rules" ideas.

Geng Xuan was leaning on the bed, his eyes half open and half closed, his mind troubled by the issue of money and resources, when he suddenly heard light footsteps in the distance.

Geng Xuan suddenly opened his eyes, got out of bed, and rushed out the door.

There are few people passing by this road in front of the door, let alone now when it is late at night.

The footsteps now are most likely from Chen Rongshan who just returned home from Kangleji.

Sure enough, when Geng Xuan opened the door, he saw Chen Rongshan who had already entered his courtyard across the street.

"Uncle Chen, are you back?" Geng Xuan asked with a smile.

It had been a long time since the two of them had seen each other.

Geng Xuan goes out early and comes back late every day, but Chen Rongshan leaves earlier than Geng Xuan and comes back later than Geng Xuan. He spends most of the day outside.

Even after what happened to Zeng Rou, the daily routine of struggling to make a living remained unchanged.

In contrast, during the nearly two months since he traveled through time, Geng Xuan had been focusing on his cultivation and improvement, and had never worried about this matter. He could be said to be very happy.

"Axuan, you haven't rested yet?" Chen Rongshan asked in surprise.

"Well... Uncle Chen, is everything going well at the market now?" Geng Xuan asked.

"Everything is fine. Basically, everything is on the right track. Starting from next month, everything will be in place and we won't be so busy anymore." Chen Rongshan said.

As he spoke, he seemed to remember something and suddenly said, "Ah Xuan, I just happen to have something to tell you. When are you free to go to the market these two days?"

"Is it because of the guard quota issue?" Geng Xuan asked.

Apart from this matter, there seemed to be nothing else that had anything to do with me.

Coincidentally, he was thinking about this just now.

After a thorough calculation, Geng Xuan suddenly realized that the guard quota was almost the most convenient way to solve his financial problems in the short term, and it was also the closest breakthrough point for him.

Chen Rongshan nodded: "Not bad."

"Could it be that Kangleji has changed its mind again?" Geng Xuan suddenly became a little nervous. Chen Rongshan shook his head:
"No, Kang Leji has no objection to the quota we reported. They just want to confirm with their own eyes whether the person really exists and whether he is a cultivator... It doesn't matter whether his cultivation level is high or low, as long as he is not an ordinary person without any signs of cultivation."

Geng Xuan nodded, roughly understanding the purpose of Kangleji.

Although people like him and Chen Zheng who are "drawing a salary without working" do not belong to Kangleji and will not obey Kangleji's orders, they have the privilege of taking action within Kangleji as "guards".

Even though there are many restrictions, this is enough for Kang Leji to make some basic confirmations for these quota holders so that they can have a clear idea in advance.

After thinking this through, Geng Xuan said, "Then I'll go there tomorrow."

Chen Rongshan was a little surprised that he had a clear answer so quickly, but he nodded quickly and said:
"it is good."

After discussing the matter, the two went back to their rooms to rest.

The next morning, before dawn, Geng Xuan was awakened by Chen Rongshan knocking on the door.

Neither of them had breakfast at home, so they went out together.

When we arrived at the market, the streets were still deserted with few pedestrians.

Arriving at the place where the vendors had set up their stalls, Geng Xuan discovered that the place had changed drastically compared to his memory where the ground had been simply hardened.

Not only is there a roof in the sky to shelter from rain and shade, but there are also rows of half-person-high stone-paved platforms on the ground.

At this moment, many vendors have already arrived and are busy with their own business. More are arriving one after another, and the place is gradually becoming noisy and lively.

The two men came to the area designated as a gathering place for merchants in Changpingfang, and ate a few breakfasts at a breakfast stall run by an old man from the same quarter. Then Chen Rongshan led Geng Xuan into a room next door.

"This is our place, sit wherever you want... I'll be here in a moment."

After Chen Rongshan left, Geng Xuan walked around the house a few times alone and found that the house was well decorated. In addition to a large public area, there were also several small rooms.

Just then, three or four more men came in together.

They were all acquaintances from the same neighborhood. On the night Xue Tuozi died, Chen Rongshan had specially introduced him to Geng Xuan.

When they saw Geng Xuan, they were all stunned for a moment, then laughed and teased:
"Hey, what a rare guest! How come you have time to come here quietly today?"

"Uncle Li, Uncle Liao..."

In the atmosphere of relaxed chatting, Chen Rongshan entered the room again, followed by a middle-aged man with a kind smile but sharp eyes.

As soon as this person entered, his eyes were fixed on Geng Xuan.

Without even needing Chen Rongshan to introduce him, he walked up to Geng Xuan with a smile and patted him on the shoulder.

When Geng Xuan saw this, his heart tightened and he subconsciously tensed his skin and flesh, his body still ready for battle.

This is a practitioner's instinctive reaction. When faced with unexpected situations, the body's response is faster than the mind's response.

But Geng Xuan realized something and forced down the instinctive reaction accumulated in his blood and flesh under his skin before the man's palm touched his shoulder.

So, when this person patted Geng Xuan's shoulder with his palm neither lightly nor heavily, seemingly affectionately, the skin on Geng Xuan's shoulder naturally tensed up, and then turned into a rebound force that bounced his palm away.

This person did not force it, and took back his hand, smiling:

"You must be Axuan, right? You have reached 40% to 50% of your skin refining skills, right? It seems like entering the second level is just around the corner!"

After smiling and saying a few words casually, he took out a copper token engraved with the words "Kang Le" from his bosom and placed it in Geng Xuan's hand.

In Geng Xuan's somewhat puzzled eyes, he explained with a smile:
“Although you were arranged by Changpingfang, you are now considered a member of Kangleji.

Take this token with you, it will be much more convenient for you to walk around in the market in the future."

Geng Xuan looked at Chen Rongshan.

Chen Rongshan nodded.

Only then did Geng Xuan accept the token.

After handing over the token, the man did not stay, but nodded to the other people in the room, then said goodbye and left.

Geng Xuan waited quietly on the side, looking a little shy and introverted.

His heart, however, was already in turmoil.

【Lucky, a little.】

(End of this chapter)