Tomb Raider: The man is in the Nine Gates, but the system insists it's the Primordial Era.

I only slept for a few hours.

Before dawn, Su Mu woke up, unable to fall asleep.

Now he has money.

However, if we use this money to buy back the old house, we definitely won't have enough money for what we want to do next.

Although Chen Yulou promised him that he would visit him after returning from this tomb raiding trip and give Su Mu the remaining money.

That's what they say, but whether Chen Yulou will come over, or whether he'll get a share of the profits from this tomb raiding, is anyone's guess.

"I once heard Xian'er say that people who come from outside to buy antiques only recognize the Nine Gates."

"Because the Old Nine Gates are protected by Zhang Qishan, the garrison commander of this place, they can complete the transaction smoothly and without incident. No matter how famous or powerful other factions are, they cannot share this market."

"The members of the Nine Gates ate their fill, and the remaining oil was divided among the local minor powers."

"It's a pity I haven't been out much before, so I'm not very familiar with the streets and markets in the city. Otherwise, we could start making plans now."

"Well, I'm just idling around anyway, so I might as well study these books some more."

After waking up, Su Mu wanted to make some plans for the upcoming day, but unfortunately he didn't even have a map of Changsha city.

Therefore, we can only focus our attention on the ancient books we have acquired.

"The cultivation methods recorded in the Shangqing Great Cave emphasize both external strength and spiritual power. Wait, what about the twenty-four constellations?"

"It's gone... Is it because of the Wu Clan's constitution? They can't cultivate their souls, so they can't walk or build roads."

"By the way, when the other shops open, we need to buy some tools for drawing talismans. Spells require counting fingers and chanting, but talismans are much simpler."

"There are also elixirs. The methods of refining elixirs recorded in the Seven Tablets of the Cloud Book are different from the ancient methods of alchemy. The methods described above not only no longer use mercury and sulfur as the main ingredients, but instead use them as simple medicinal guides."

Su Mu was even more obsessed with alchemy and talisman making than with buying a shop to start a business.

The witch's physique made it impossible for her to continue normal cultivation.

The only way to help is to continuously consume rare spiritual herbs, medicinal plants, and demon pills.

As Su Mu was making future plans inside the house, he didn't realize that it was already dawn.

However, after daybreak, a light drizzle suddenly began to fall from the sky above.

It's raining.

"My two senior brothers are waiting for you at the restaurant."

For some reason, the Daoist nun Hua Ling, who had suddenly blushed, came with an umbrella and knocked on Su Mu's door.

"You only have one umbrella?"

Su Mu was puzzled; his destination might not be the inns and restaurants in the city.

"Hua Ling, you go. My senior brother and I have never held an umbrella for anyone before. You're younger and a girl, so it's more suitable for you to go."

"Um."

Hua Ling blushed as she recalled what her two senior brothers had said on their way here, and considered many possibilities along the way.

The three of them were not real Taoist priests.

Even for Taoist priests, there is no rule in Taoist tradition that prohibits them from going down the mountain to get married.

Partridge Whistle, who traveled all over the country and led his naive junior brothers and sisters on their adventures, was no fool, nor was the old foreigner who gradually matured.

Su Mu's single statement about possessing the Muchen Pearl bound them together.

They also wished to use another method to bind Su Mu to them, so that they could quickly complete the mission of breaking the bloodline curse of their entire clan.

"Is there really only one?" Su Mu sighed helplessly after waiting for Hua Ling's answer for a long time.

"Looks like everyone's poor," Su Mu said with a wry smile.

There wasn't a single umbrella in his room, so it was inconvenient for him to go out when it rained.

"Master Su."

"Master Su."

"Master Su."

The slum laborers, who were constantly gathering from all directions, arrived one after another in front of Su Mu's house.

Not everyone had an umbrella. Some of them, like Su Mu's family, didn't have an umbrella at all. They just stood there in the rain, smiling at Su Mu.

"It's raining, so let's share an umbrella if we can. What's the point of saving face?" Su Mu said with a smile.

The men with umbrellas nodded and called to their companions who were not carrying umbrellas to come inside.

"I was just holding an umbrella by myself. I went to the restaurant to pick up Partridge Whistle. Uncle, I'm thinking of buying a shop today. Can you take a look and tell me which location is good and the price is right?"

"I didn't fall asleep until midnight last night because I was thinking about this. Our old Changsha city became a well-known place for buying and selling antiques because of the existence of the Nine Gates."

Therefore, there are many antique shops, both from outside and run by locals, but most of them have dismal transaction volumes because everyone only recognizes the Nine Gates.

In that situation, they could only rely on the Nine Gates. As the Nine Gates grew stronger, the merchants and business owners from outside who wanted to make a name for themselves gradually lost their ambition.

So, Master Su, if we want to make a living from the Nine Gates, I'm afraid it's...

The bearded man spoke with a serious expression.

These people have spent years mingling among the lowest rungs of society, and they have some connections and friends in the business world.

However, if they were to directly confront the Nine Gates, which had already reached a considerable scale, they would likely suffer heavy losses with little to show for it.

Moreover, with Su Mu's meager funds, even if he poured them into the antique world, it wouldn't cause the slightest ripple.

Therefore, in terms of manpower, material resources, and financial resources, Su Mu is currently no match for the Nine Gates.

If you can't compete with the Nine Gates, you can only become their vassal, constantly exploited until you end up like other retail investors, with no hope of ever getting ahead.

"Antique shops aren't urgent. I want to find a street with someone who's really good at feng shui and divination."

Su Mu thought about many things early in the morning before making his current decision.

"There is a Feng Shui Street, but with that person there, it's difficult for us to manage," the bearded man said with a wry smile, shaking his head.

Su Mu waved his hand: "Just lead the way."

The bearded man had no choice but to nod in agreement and lead the way.

Those who frequent the tomb raiding circles of old Changsha all know that there is a master of the Nine Gates in that Feng Shui Street.

This person's name is Qi Tiezui, and he is the eighth among the Nine Gates.

While tomb raiding and gold robbing skills are commonplace, they possess an uncanny ability to predict the future with uncanny accuracy.

Qi Tiezui used his fortune-telling skills to run a business buying and selling antiques.

He would give a fortune reading to everyone who came to him to buy or sell antiques of a certain value.

Su Mu lifted his foot and walked forward.

Hua Ling held an umbrella beside him.

The rest of the slum dwellers paused for a moment before following behind Su Mu.

When Su Mu woke up, he had already started thinking about the things he needed to do during the day.

Naturally, the idea of ​​getting involved in the antique trade came to mind, hoping to make money for future use.

But thinking about it carefully, it would indeed be quite difficult for him and the people around him to break into the Old Nine Gates' gambling den and make money.

To use one's own weaknesses to attack someone else's strengths.

It is far less effective than using sappanwood to open up different markets.

The commotion at the Su family's dilapidated thatched hut has been closely watched by the Huo family for the past few days.

Su Mu and the others returned too late last night, so the Huo family didn't notice. But today, the commotion created by this group of people gathering here together is quite different.

Sappanwood.

A sickly boy from a declining Su family.

How can we get so many people from the slums to flock to us?