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Chapter 119 The Transport Thief Levels Up: New Class Information

After Song Hai's words, many people were already interested.

They practiced martial arts for many years, painstakingly cultivating their qi and blood, and tempering their muscles and bones. What was it all for?

To put it nicely, it's about getting ahead; to put it bluntly, it's about wanting a beautiful woman in your arms and living a life of luxury.

He participated in the martial arts examination to find a way out for himself, but unfortunately he just couldn't get into the right path.

Both paths lead to money and power; the martial arts examination is one way, and joining a gang is another.

A moment later, Shi Mu, who was standing nearby, slammed his fist on the table and exclaimed, "Boss Song thinks highly of us, so I, Shi Mu, will be the first to follow! From now on, I'll go through fire and water without hesitation!"

With someone taking the lead, the rest stopped holding their bowls and stood up, raising their bowls and chattering in agreement, "Boss Song is righteous! We'll follow!"

"Since I'd be just drifting along back in the village anyway, I might as well make a name for myself in Qinghe County!"

"The Iron Hand Gang has docks and shops. Following Boss Song is much better than taking that damn martial arts exam, isn't it?"

In an instant, the room was filled with boastful words, and the martial artists all raised their wine bowls to express their desire to join the Iron Hand Gang.

Song Hai looked at the group of men in front of him, laughed heartily, picked up the wine jug and filled their glasses one by one, then patted Shi Mu on the shoulder heavily: "Good! I like straightforward people!"

He turned his head and gave a wink to his trusted aide, who immediately took out a stack of pre-prepared silver notes from his pocket and stuffed them into the hands of the martial artists one by one.

Each silver note was not much, only a few dozen taels, but it was enough for a person to rent a house and live comfortably for several months in Qinghe County.

Seeing that everyone had received the silver notes, Song Hai said, "Gentlemen, this is just a small gift. If you do anything for me in the future, I guarantee that you will receive even more."

Although this trip cost several hundred taels of silver, Song Hai didn't feel the slightest bit heartache.

This is how money should be spent: in front of everyone, cash and banknotes, real money, no credit or debt.

He wanted to tell these people that if they followed him, they would get money and make money.

No empty promises, no grand gestures; we deliver on our promises on the spot.

Song Hai knew that to win over these people, a few polite words were far from enough; he needed to give them something tangible.

After all, gangsters may talk a lot about righteousness on the surface, but they are actually full of scheming.

So-called friendship and loyalty are nothing but empty promises.

Song Hai was able to rise to the position of second-in-command in the Iron Hand Gang not because he called everyone brothers, but because he was willing to offer benefits and was ruthless.

Today, there are more than ten unsuccessful martial artists sitting at this table, ranging from the threshold of the Blood Condensation Realm to the minor completion of the Blood Condensation Realm. Each of them receives a few dozen taels of silver, which adds up to no more than the dock's commission for one or two months.

But these dozen or so people standing on the dock were more than a dozen martial arts masters at the Blood Condensation Realm. You should know that the entire Iron Hand Gang only has a dozen or so Blood Condensation Realm martial artists on the surface.

With just one meal and a stack of silver notes, he gained over a dozen more Blood Condensation Realm cultivators under his command, essentially creating another Iron Hand Gang overnight.

With these people around, how can that old dog Qian compete with him in the future?

How long can Ma Yanwang sit firmly in that chair?

Moreover, Song Hai clenched his right hand, feeling the powerful force within his body.

Just a few days ago, he finally made a breakthrough in his martial arts realm and successfully entered the Great Perfection of the Bone Forging Realm.

His bones and muscles were as hard as iron and stone, and every punch and kick had the power to split rocks and shatter monuments. Ordinary Blood Condensation Realm cultivators would not even be qualified to break through his protective force.

This is Song Hai's greatest confidence and capital. Otherwise, why would he dare to argue with Ma Yanwang at the dock? It was naturally because of his martial arts strength. At that time, he was only a hair's breadth away from breaking through. Over this period of time, he finally overcame that hurdle and successfully advanced.

Song Hai had long disliked Ma Yanwang. He had a refined and gentle appearance, but he didn't have the slightest bit of the aura of a gang leader. He did nothing all day, yet he monopolized most of the gang's profits just because he was slightly more powerful than Song Hai. He only secured his position as gang leader because he was slightly more powerful than Song Hai.

Now that he himself had reached the Great Perfection of the Bone Forging Realm, and their realms were the same, Song Hai no longer had any respect for him. Why should he let him be on top of him?

The Iron Hand Gang can only be his Iron Hand Gang!

In a dark room of the Iron Hand Gang, Hu Daoren was looking at the alchemy furnace in front of him. Not far from the furnace, dozens of withered corpses lay on the ground, and a bluish-black water monkey was chewing on them.

If someone familiar with these withered corpses came here, they would find that these withered corpses were all Blood Condensation Realm experts from the Black Tiger Gang, and there were even a few from the Iron Hand Gang.

Just then, the stone door to the dark room was pushed open, and a figure slowly walked down the stone steps.

King Ma was still wearing a moon-gray long robe, his steps were unhurried, and his face was thin and refined.

It was completely out of place in this dark room.

He glanced around the dark room, then looked at Hu Daoren and asked, "How is it?"

Knowing he was asking about elixirs, Master Hu shook his head and replied, "After all, he's a dead man, so his essence and blood are still lacking. Even if the elixir is made, it will only be of low grade, and it won't be very effective in helping you open your meridians. It might even cause your qi and blood to stagnate and damage your meridians, which would be a net loss."

Upon hearing this, Ma Yanwang narrowed his eyes and said, "What if we add another Bone Forging Master and a dozen Blood Condensation Realm cultivators?"

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Hu Daoren glanced back at Ma Yanwang, grinned, and replied, "Naturally, it's a top-grade elixir."

After seeing off the old master and the others, Qin Chuan returned to the house, opened the panel, and looked at the information: [Experience full, the level of the Treasure Thief has increased].

[Occupation: Transport Thief]

[Level: lv1→lv2 (13/600)]

[Professional Skills: Obtaining Titles, Perceiving Luck]

Indeed, after these several attempts to obtain a title, the [Treasure Thief] profession has finally accumulated enough proficiency and leveled up to lv2. Qin Chuan stared at the few lines of text on the panel for a while, silently sensing it. To be honest, he couldn't really explain the specific changes in his body and senses.

However, he could also feel that the effect of his professional skill "Seal of Consecration" had been greatly improved, and the amount of luck he could steal from the target of the seal of consecration would increase significantly in the future.

As for the passive skill "Perception of Luck", Qin Chuan frowned.

He could sense that the passive skill had indeed changed after the upgrade, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what exactly it was.

Just then, Aunt Liu walked into the kitchen and began preparing the ingredients needed for tomorrow's braised vegetables.

Qin Chuan subconsciously focused his gaze on that direction.

At first, all I could see was Aunt Liu's ordinary figure, but a few breaths later, a very faint white mist suddenly appeared above her forehead, thin and soft, like the mist that rises suddenly after a steamer is opened.

This is the basic color of an ordinary person's fortune. Aunt Liu was hardworking and honest all her life, running a small business. Although she was not rich or powerful, she lived a stable and peaceful life. The color of her fortune was this plain and unremarkable white.

But within that layer of white mist, Qin Chuan suddenly caught a glimpse of extremely faint blood red.

The red color was hidden deep in the white mist, almost indistinguishable without close inspection, like a red silk thread soaked in water, floating faintly against the white background.

This is a sign of "bloodshed," but judging from the intensity of the red light, it is so faint that it looks like a drop of blood has fallen into a large vat of clear water. Obviously, this "disaster" is not serious; at most, it is just a minor matter such as bumps and scrapes.

Just as he was about to take a closer look, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his mind, as if someone had stabbed him in the temple with an embroidery needle.

The pain came quickly and violently, and then the white mist in front of her eyes disappeared like smoke blown away by the wind, and the luck on Aunt Liu's forehead also vanished.

Qin Chuan raised his hand to rub his temples and let out a long sigh.

After his career advancement, it seems his ability to perceive fortune has also improved. He can now actively check the fortune of others, but actively activating it is quite mentally taxing. With his current strength, he can only see the general outline at his limit. He is still far from being able to observe the cause and effect in detail.

He took a breath, covered his head, got up and walked to the kitchen door. He reminded Aunt Liu, who was busy at the cutting board, "Aunt Liu, be careful when you cut meat and vegetables, don't hurt yourself."

"Oh, I know. I've been in the kitchen for so many years, I know what I'm doing." Aunt Liu replied crisply without turning her head, the cleaver making a quick, steady thud on the cutting board.

But when she turned her head, she saw Qin Chuan clutching his head and immediately asked, "What's wrong with your head? Did you drink too much and have a headache? Wait, I'll make you some hangover soup."

As soon as she finished speaking, Aunt Liu reached out to grab the ginger, but then suddenly cried out "Ouch!" and pulled her right hand back sharply. There was a small cut on it, obviously from being accidentally cut by the knife.

Qin Chuan looked over and saw a kitchen knife lying next to the ginger, the blade facing outwards. Aunt Liu was so focused on getting the ginger that she hadn't noticed and her finger had brushed against it.

Fortunately, the wound was small; it was just a light scratch from the tip of the knife, breaking the skin a little.

Aunt Liu simply took a handful of soot from the bottom of the pot, rubbed it on her fingers, and laughed nonchalantly: "My bad, my bad. I just casually put the knife away when I was putting it away, and then I forgot about it. I'm getting old, my memory isn't what it used to be. But you kid, is your mouth blessed? I got hit as soon as you finished speaking."

Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan heard a familiar notification sound. He then opened the panel and saw information about the new profession: [New Profession Information Obtained: Fortune Teller]

[Entry requirements for this profession: Complete three fortune-telling sessions, all of which subsequently proved accurate]

Qin Chuan stared at the two lines of text on the panel, somewhat surprised.

Fortune teller?

He never expected that Aunt Liu's casual remark, "Is your mouth blessed?" would trigger such a career.

However, upon further reflection, it wasn't entirely without warning. First, his perception of luck was upgraded, allowing him to see the omen of bloodshed on Aunt Liu's forehead. Then, he casually reminded her, "Be careful not to get hurt," and immediately afterward, Aunt Liu's finger was cut off.

This whole setup, in the eyes of others, really does give the impression of someone who is "good at predicting the future."

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