Chapter 883

The side wing of the Zheng family mansion.

Though it was only a side wing, it was still a residence with three courtyards front to back.

"You mean the opponent defeated you in a single move?"

Chen Chen was tall and powerfully built, dressed in a white robe, a scroll of an ancient book in his hand; not a trace of sharpness about him, looking more like a scholar.

He cast his gaze past Long Shi's left arm, shattered by the Wild Wolf Blade, and frowned slightly.

"More than that—he was far too young."

Long Shi pressed down on his barely scabbed-over left arm, his face contorted in intense agony, and said resentfully, "Young, extremely powerful, fair-skinned, not the slightest trace of wind or sun."

Hatred churned in his heart—he wished he could eat the man's flesh and sleep on his skin—yet he did not dare conceal a single thing.

Because if it came to a fight, those masters above would absolutely refuse to take the brunt of it and would send him in as the vanguard; if he wasn't fully prepared, his whole family might be in danger.

Even if the opponent looked down on his entire family, if he himself died, the people he had offended over the years would be only too happy to do the job for them.

Long Shi gazed at him with a look of hope.

Those masters above were resourceful and well-connected; once properly prepared, surely they wouldn't fear a youngster with a bit of background, would they?

"In that case—"

Chen Chen rested his hand on the ancient book and said slowly, "Then we hold off for now; the main family's affairs take priority."

Long Shi lowered his head.

……

After giving every person at the sundries shop a bonus of ten taels—Huang De's doubled, along with two days of Resting Holiday that needed to be taken—Jiang Ding returned home.

That was a very large sum of money.

If buying rice, it could buy over four thousand jin; for coarse grain, it could be doubled again—enough for a family of several to live on for years.

If those so-called big shots refused to let things rest, even though he liked the current situation, he could only run.

If they took out their anger on him, there was nothing to be done.

But he would have his revenge.

No matter which self-styled lofty big shot was involved, once he was strong enough to crush them, he would track them all down and run them through with a single sword.

One in the morning.

Jiang Ding glanced at his phone; a pile of chat messages in the class group he skipped over, and the Xianmen Library app popped up two unread messages.

He tapped it open, and delight spread across Jiang Ding's face.

"Xia Caiyun Pharmaceutical's Shao Shao Chengkang: Mr., good day. The α-acetyl-257 molecule present in the 'Purple Spirit Grass' you discovered and hold the patent on has a certain auxiliary effect on the refining of a certain pill by our company. After research by our company, we are willing to purchase your complete patent authorization for one hundred fifty-five thousand mortal coins."

"What are your thoughts?"

The First Law of Xianmen cannot be violated by anyone.

This meant that in the future, the other company's use of Purple Spirit Grass ingredients would no longer require paying Jiang Ding patent fees—a one-time buyout.

Purple Spirit Grass was discovered by Jiang Ding while in the Mortal Realm, and carried a three-hundred-year patent term.

"One hundred fifty-five thousand mortal coins…"

Jiang Ding hesitated, unable to make up his mind.

Lacking the relevant knowledge, he could not judge whether the price was reasonable.

For a big company like this, pill research always had many backup options; if he opened his mouth too wide, they would simply abandon the use of this ingredient.

There might not even be a pill that used this ingredient—it could just be technical groundwork the big company had laid in advance.

Conversely, if it could be confirmed that the Purple Spirit Grass ingredient was irreplaceable, or even used in some high-value spirit pill, then patent fees of several hundred thousand or even over a million mortal coins, plus spirit coins, might well be negotiable.

No longer hesitating, Jiang Ding rose, went to Lin Lin Wanqiu's bedroom door, and knocked.

Bang bang bang!

It wasn't long before Lin Lin Wanqiu opened the door, sleepy-eyed, her hair a mess: "Lord Dingding, what happened?"

Jiang Ding pointed toward the sofa.

"…It's like this, Mom—do you know, or have any friends in the pharmaceutical field?" Jiang Ding explained once, then handed his phone to Lin Lin Wanqiu.

"Hm?"

Lin Lin Wanqiu's eyes immediately went wide, and she snatched the phone.

"Our family is about to strike it rich!"

Her eyes went bright and sparkling: "I studied metallurgy in college, and that's my job too, but I have a close high-school friend who's in this industry."

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