Chapter 296: Found a Treasure

Jiang Cheng hid nothing, fully recounting how he joined the Dawn Society, received his first mission, and up to his most recent mission.

Knowing the other could detect lies, he did not fabricate, speaking truthfully, but he left out some details.

For example, going hunting, and what happened yesterday on Pingxi Street.

Yang Chun listened attentively, nodded, and said: "I can sense you're not lying. Good. If you want to stay in the Dawn Society, you either abandon your conscience and fully join them, or leave as soon as possible."

"So I chose to join you," Jiang Cheng said.

Yang Chun laughed helplessly.

"From my personal perspective, I really appreciate you; people like you are rare these days. But from the Black Market's standpoint, taking in someone like you is quite risky."

"Although our Black Market isn't afraid of the Dawn Society, we're just doing business; being targeted out of nowhere by a bunch of assassins is also a headache, right?"

Jiang Cheng said calmly: "What if I say I'm a sixth-level Force Warrior?"

"You? Sixth-level?"

Yang Chun's eyes immediately showed suspicion.

His intuition told him Jiang Cheng was lying.

But even without intuition, he knew Jiang Cheng was lying.

According to his earlier statement, he had only become a first-level Force Warrior three months ago.

In three months, rising from level one to six—while not impossible, anyone who could do that would be an absolute genius, and you couldn't find many such people even in the Outer City District.

Now, such a genius is right before him? "Exactly."

Jiang Cheng nodded.

"Good."

Yang Chun curled the corner of his mouth and said, "Then show me your speed so I can see."

Jiang Cheng looked into the distance; his figure shot like an arrow from a bow, exceeding 40 meters per second.

Yang Chun narrowed his eyes.

He thought to himself, sure enough, this guy is lying—sixth level requires over 50 meters per second; 40 meters per second is merely fifth-level Force Warrior.

But even so, going from level one to five in three months is still astonishingly fast.

"I didn't expect to actually pick up a bargain from the Dawn Society."

He felt a bit of secret delight.

Such a genius, even if he can't produce pills, if nurtured, is definitely a seedling for becoming a Force Master.

Soon, Jiang Cheng ran back, looking at him with some anticipation.

Yang Chun inwardly found it amusing, but he didn't bother to expose him, smiling: "You say you're a first-level Spiritual Thought Master; then prove that as well."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng knew his ability had moved the other party, and his heart relaxed a little.

He took out a bullet, and with a thought, his spiritual power was instantly exhausted as the bullet, at a speed invisible to the naked eye, embedded with a bang into a nearby tree trunk.

"Hmm, not bad; indeed a first-level Spiritual Thought Master."

Yang Chun nodded satisfied.

"In that case, let's sign the contract. Since your strength exceeds our expectations, we can make some concessions on the contract—for example, as a first-level Spiritual Thought Master you originally could only receive for free 100,000 of cultivation resources per month, but now you can receive 200,000 for free per month, with an additional 100,000 as a subsidy for your being a fifth-level Force Warrior; moreover, each month you can purchase items from the warehouse at cost, and this privilege increases from once to twice."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng's eyes flashed with excitement, and he hurriedly thanked him.

Actually, whether it's an extra 100,000 or not, he really doesn't care; to him, this amount is just a drop in the bucket.

The main thing is that he passed the other's inspection and can stay, plus he'll get to engage in pill refining later. Also, having an extra chance to buy at cost is not bad, after all, the Black Market does have plenty of good stuff.

"Don't thank me; our Black Market has always been like this— the stronger your ability, the better the treatment we give, and vice versa."

Yang Chun smiled.

The two then signed the contract.

The duration remained thirty years.

Jiang Cheng hesitated not, signed his name; in fact, he had also let go.

His current strength is still low; signing for thirty years is unavoidable.

Once his strength surpasses that of the Black Market, even if he wanted to sign for thirty years, would the Black Market dare?

Ultimately, it's still strength that speaks.

Yang Chun actually knew this was just a formality.

If one day the trouble Jiang Cheng brings doesn't match the value he creates for the Black Market, he can at any time tear up the contract and hand Jiang Cheng over to the Dawn Society.

"Jiang Cheng, little brother, for now you're a member of my Black Market, but for this period you and your family had best stay here, not go out, and we'll talk after this storm passes," Yang Chun urged.

For now, as long as Jiang Cheng isn't discovered by the Dawn Society, anything can be said.

Jiang Cheng nodded.

He didn't need reminding; he already knew this reasoning.

Just to be cautious, even within the residential compound, it's best to wear a human skin mask or a mask and hat, to prevent Dawn Society members from being inside the compound.

Moreover, they also need to forge false identities, especially him; otherwise, after he steps out of the city, Dawn Society people will chase him right behind.

Upon hearing this, Yang Chun agreed.

Finally, the two discussed pill refining.

"What we refine most here are first-grade Spirit Nourishing Pills and second-grade Calming Pills, because whether Force Warriors or Spiritual Thought Masters, both need to consume spiritual power to cultivate, so these two pills always sell well; others exist too, but in smaller numbers, and we don't refine them for newly joined Spiritual Thought Masters,

newly joined Spiritual Thought Masters start from first-grade Spirit Nourishing Pills; with one batch of ingredients, under ideal conditions you can refine a furnace of ten Basic Tranquil Pills; as long as you produce five, you break even, so our requirements are also simple."

Yang Chun extended a finger.

"As long as you can, within one month, produce more than four Primary Spirit Nourishing Pills per furnace, you won't lose your pill-refiner qualification and can continue refining; of course, if after three months you're still at this level…"

He shrugged his shoulders.

After all, with the same ingredients, others could refine six, seven, or eight Primary Spirit Nourishing Pills per furnace, while in your hands you only break even; anyone would know which to choose.

"I understand."

Jiang Cheng nodded.

Primary Spirit Nourishing Pill — its effect of accelerating recovery is indeed insufficient.

However, a towering building rises from the ground; even the method of refining Spirit Nourishing Pills, if one wants to reach perfection, may not be an easy thing, let alone that the higher the pill grade, the higher the cost; before he shows any talent, the Black Market won't be willing to spend this capital.

Take it slow.

"Even if you have no talent for Refining Alchemy, it doesn't matter with your abilities," Yang Chun comforted him.

Anyway, he has recruited many Spiritual Thought Masters; only one or two out of ten can become qualified Refining Alchemists, and becoming top‑tier among them is a handful; therefore, the Black Market still has to coax them, and as a Spiritual Thought Master himself, when he sees those few he also has to bow and scrape.

(End of chapter)