Chapter 384: The Dark Soul Does Not Disperse

384. Chapter 384: The Dark Soul Does Not Disperse

"That's good news."

Jiang Cheng smiled and nodded.

"Is that so."

Gao Ling laughed heartily.

Jiang Cheng's brought-in profit increased, so his commission would also increase.

If Jiang Cheng later improves his Alchemy Technique, the number of pills he refines will increase, and it will be even more.

It's not over yet.

He thought of Changlin's request; after two or three months, if they cut Jiang Cheng's share a bit more…

He had done this many times, so he wasn't embarrassed, and he could already anticipate that on that day Jiang Cheng would react far more fiercely.

But Changlin was right; unlike the others here, Jiang Cheng was a solid case, a person from the Outer City District, and besides Zhangjun, there were also members of the Dawn Society and the Law Enforcement Bureau outside the city hunting him; after he left this place, he had nowhere else to go.

Being able to give him a thirty‑percent share was already because of his superb Alchemy Technique.

If it were someone else, twenty percent would be about right.

He returned home, ate dinner with his family, and while Jiang Cheng was about to go back to continue cultivation, his phone rang.

It was an unknown number.

Jiang Cheng frowned.

He had thought it was a call from Ding Lei, whom he knew during the day.

He entered the room, shut the door casually, and answered the call.

A young man's voice sounded.

"Master Jiang, good evening."

"Who are you?"

Jiang Cheng frowned, feeling the voice was somewhat familiar, yet he couldn't recall where he had heard it.

And judging from the way the caller addressed him, could it be that Ding Lei had given his contact to someone else, which is why someone was calling? "Master Jiang, you really forget many benefactors, don't you? It's only been a short while, and you can't recognize me? Want me to remind you?" the voice sounded again, with a teasing tone.

"You?"

Jiang Cheng's expression changed.

He recognized it: the voice was Zhangjun!

"It's me."

Zhangjun chuckled, looking very smug.

He had long ago learned Jiang Cheng's contact from Changkong, but had never reached out.

This time, after tracking Jiang Cheng's whereabouts, he finally made the call.

"Master Jiang, if we count it, it's been a while since we met; how have you been these days?"

"Do you not know whether I'm ill?" Jiang Cheng sneered, hung up, and then added the number to his blacklist.

He thought for a moment and understood why the other side called.

However, he didn't think there was anything to discuss with this guy, knowing that right after he left Dinghu Community, the other side had sent assassins to infiltrate the Experiment Building to hunt him.

He had heard from Changkong that the assassin's strength was terrifying, possibly a Level Four or Level Five Grandmaster.

Counting the previous incident, he had already been chased twice.

If the other weren't the young master of the Gu family, whose treasure grade was not low, he would now look for a chance to kill them.

"?"

Zhangjun was startled.

"What's wrong?"

A woman's voice sounded beside him; it was Bai Yan.

"Hang up, hang up."

Zhangjun opened his mouth, looked at the woman beside him, then gritted his teeth and said, "How outrageous! How dare you hang up on me!"

He said that and dialed the number again.

But this time, it wouldn't connect.

Unwilling to give up, he tried several more times, with the same result.

"You brat, how dare you blacklist me?"

Zhangjun's teeth were about to grind to pieces.

After learning that Jiang Cheng had been taken by Changlin, he and his mother spent several days gathering the details.

After learning Jiang Cheng's specific performance, both were excited and understood why Changlin would act personally; after all, this was a money‑tree! As long as it's in hand, it yields several hundred million each month! Over a year, that's tens of billions! Who could resist?

So he called, hoping to discuss Jiang Cheng again.

Indeed, he had sent people to hunt Jiang Cheng before, but that was in the past, and now Jiang Cheng was fine, so the terms could be negotiated slowly.

Offer benefits while threatening a couple of lines, not fearing Jiang Cheng would refuse.

But he didn't expect Jiang Cheng to be so decisive, not even giving him a chance to say more.

"Mother, since he refuses the toast and drinks the penalty, eliminate him so Changlin won't be pleased," Zhangjun said to Bai Yan, his face full of hatred.

"Okay."

Bai Yan nodded lightly.

Indeed, since this kid can't be used by them, he must not fall into Changlin's hands.

Ideally, they should capture the kid, break his legs, or bind him with chains, forcing him to spend the rest of his life refining alchemy for them, making money.

Only, the community under Changlin's control had guards that were far from ordinary in strictness.

To put it mildly, even a fly that darts in cannot evade the array's perception, let alone the fact that a strong cultivator is stationed inside and will notice any slight wind or rustle.

Even she would find it hard to act.

After all, Jiang Cheng wasn't the first to give them such thoughts; under Gu Zhanglin there are also a few especially formidable Seal Makers and refining alchemy masters, yet after all these years those people are still doing just fine.

"Let those watching from outside pay a little more attention."

she thought to herself.

If Jiang Cheng were to appear, then everything would be easy to discuss.

……

The next day.

Jiang Cheng met Gu Zhanglin and the sixth‑grade alchemy furnace placed in the Lian Dan Shi.

The furnace stood over a person tall, too large for an adult to hold with both hands; its cauldron was covered with intricate patterns, looking rather mysterious.

Behind Gu Zhanglin followed a middle‑aged man, apparently an alchemy master, who explained the specific usage to Jiang Cheng.

Before departing, Gu Zhanglin apologetically said it wasn't that he wanted to reduce the share; the cost of this alchemy furnace was simply too high, and he had no choice.

Jiang Cheng, besides expressing his understanding, had no other recourse.

After the others left, Jiang Cheng's gaze fell upon the alchemy furnace.

For him now, the furnace's benefits were limited.

It turned out that ten portions of herbs were now sufficient with eight; since his Alchemy Technique is at the Great Achievement Realm, he could cut another two portions, not much different from yesterday.

But once the Alchemy Technique is perfected, the potency of five portions of herbs can forge a furnace of Top‑grade Awakening Pill.

With this furnace's boost, each herb's potency becomes 1.3 times the original, so four portions suffice.

Thus, a batch of alchemy herbs saves four portions, meaning that forging one furnace yields the profit of another.

Even without counting a forty‑percent share, his daily income would reach forty million yuan! Without this alchemy furnace, it would be impossible.

"By that calculation, we truly should thank him," Jiang Cheng thought to himself. (End of chapter)