Chapter 629: Unexpected Joy! Frustrated Ai Lin!

Swish-swish-swish—

In the bright living room, black-green thorn-sword grass branches and leaves thrashed wildly.

Countless roots grew, trying to take root in the black soil.

But Xu Jingming had not yet approved.

So although the roots spun frantically around the black soil, they did not penetrate it.

"Eva, what is this soil? Why is the thorn-sword grass so excited?" Xu Jingming asked in confusion.

"Isn't this thick black soil? It was listed in the thorn-sword grass cultivation plan you bought from Ai Lin yesterday."

Eva said enthusiastically, "Did you take this out of Sam's space ring? How much is there?"

"Yeah, about seventy cubic meters."

Xu Jingming then remembered.

At around eight p. m., the Silver Moon Guild had delivered the space ring containing the cultivation resources.

But at the time, he had been in a hurry to find Professor Ling Shuang and hadn't checked it.

After all, Ai Lin wouldn't deceive him on this matter.

Thinking of this, Xu Jingming quickly pulled out the space ring.

With a sweep of his spiritual energy, he confirmed it contained the same black soil, along with some milky-white liquid.

But both quantities were extremely small—only fifteen cubic meters each.

"Why so little? Only fifteen cubic meters?" Xu Jingming frowned.

"One cubic meter of thick black soil paired with one cubic meter of narcissus milk is enough for the thorn-sword grass to absorb for two days.

You bought an S-grade one-month supply—fifteen cubic meters is exactly right."

The little girl Eva shook her head as she explained.

Her long green twin tails swayed left and right with her movements.

Paired with her slightly chubby round face, she looked quite adorable.

"So I spent 2.3 billion Star Coins just for thirty cubic meters of resources?"

Xu Jingming's eyes widened.

Two point three billion Star Coins equaled twenty-three billion Great Xia Coins.

If converted entirely into hundred-coin notes, they would stack far beyond thirty cubic meters!

Surprised, Xu Jingming immediately realized: Sam's seventy cubic meters of thick black soil meant another massive influx of funds!

"Eva, how much is seventy cubic meters of thick black soil worth?" Xu Jingming asked, eyes burning.

"Thick black soil and narcissus milk are roughly equal in value. You spent 2.3 billion Star Coins total for thirty cubic meters of materials.

That means each cubic meter is worth about 0.76 billion Star Coins."

Eva counted on her fingers.

Hearing this, Xu Jingming was instantly delighted—this alone, the seventy cubic meters of thick black soil, was worth 5.3 billion Star Coins!

"Excellent. Tonight's gains far exceeded my expectations.

These extra thick black soils are a pleasant surprise! If only more Sams would show up in the future."

Xu Jingming decisively transferred all the thick black soil into his own space ring.

Sam was the procurement chief of the Silver Moon Guild—this thick black soil was likely procurement inventory.

But what did that have to do with him?

His registered bank cards were unusable—wasn't this ownerless soil his to take?

Let Ai Lin worry about the Silver Moon Guild's lost goods.

This had nothing to do with him.

What space ring?

I never saw one!

He casually tossed out a chunk of thick black soil; the thorn-sword grass immediately rooted into it, greedily sucking up nutrients.

Xu Jingming himself happily headed to his bedroom.

With such a bountiful haul, he'd sleep well tonight.

"What? Sam had another seventy cubic meters of thick black soil?!"

Meanwhile, in Mocheng's East District, in the main tower conference room of the Silver Moon Guild.

Ai Lin, who had only been in her position as vice-chair for two days, felt a pounding headache.

First, the procurement chief was exposed for ties to a cult.

Then they discovered Sam still had seventy cubic meters of thick black soil—worth 5.3 billion Star Coins—intended for a client!

"According to our intel, Sam was killed by Xu Jingming.

His space ring was likely taken by him too—should we demand it back directly?"

The subordinate asked cautiously.

"Do you have proof?" Ai Lin snapped back.

"N-no... none." The subordinate quickly lowered his head.

"Then that settles it."

Ai Lin sniffed and asked further:

"Has Sam's two bank cards been used?"

Although the retail price of that batch of thick black soil was 5.3 billion Star Coins,

for the Silver Moon Guild, its cost was only around two billion.

Such a loss was acceptable.

The critical issue was those two bank cards—they held Sam's transaction records for nearly a month.

Totaling hundreds of billions of Star Coins!

"No, they haven't been used," the subordinate shook his head.

"Good."

Ai Lin finally exhaled and ordered:

"Drop the matter. Don't investigate Xu Jingming. Treat Sam's goods as lost."

"Understood." The subordinate nodded respectfully and withdrew.

Ai Lin then strode over to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down.

Below the tower, neon lights flickered; pedestrians laughed and walked along the streets.

Though it was nearly one a. m., the city remained more vibrant than ever.

Anyone seeing it would feel cheerful.

But Ai Lin's delicate face bore an unprecedented gloom.

She had realized: ever since meeting Xu Jingming, nothing good had ever happened to her!

At the Genius Tournament, she was defeated by Xu Jingming and lost her qualification for the semifinals.

In the Qingfeng Secret Realm, she was followed and lost a precious thorn-sword grass.

Even now, in Mocheng, just days after taking office, she faced a 5.3-billion-coin shortfall because of Xu Jingming!

It was as if Xu Jingming were her personal curse.

To join the front-line battlefields of Mocheng, one must either become a formal member of a major guild or legion,

or join the Degaka Battle Group as a member.

Only then could one freely enter the battlefield.

In her chat with Ling Shuang, Xu Jingming had learned the Mocheng border had gone over ten days without a beast tide.

The next beast tide would likely arrive within days.

The front-line battlefield was the perfect place to harvest ability points!

Xu Jingming naturally wouldn't miss it.

So the next morning, he rose early, preparing to visit the Degaka Battle Group.

But as soon as he stepped out of his bedroom, he found the entire living room had become a garden of plants, thick with thorn-sword grass vines.

Swish-swish~~~

Seeing Xu Jingming, the thorn-sword grass trembled its leaves and stems, as if greeting him.

"Good. This thick black soil really works.

Just one night has already boosted the thorn-sword grass's energy significantly."

Xu Jingming nodded in satisfaction, "I've left the nutrients here—absorb them yourself."

He pulled more chunks of thick black soil soaked in narcissus milk from his space ring and placed them in the living room.

Only then did he turn and leave the villa.

The thorn-sword grass currently offered him little help—better to leave it here for cultivation.

Only when he reached seventh stage would it become a meaningful combat asset.