134: Chapter 134 The Death of Chu Xiong: The Chu Family Clings to a Lifeline!

Steward Zhao Ping was not surprised, merely pausing for a moment before speaking.

"It is not easy to handle."

Shen Li was taken aback.

"What do you mean?"

"You also know that after the Spirit Demon Storm appeared... the Great Black Heaven Mother Buddha Sect has been frequently active."

"They are conducting blood sacrifices on a massive scale."

"They are using ordinary commoners, which has led to a sharp decline in the number of commoners in the towns of the Sanchuan Sand Sea!"

"We may have hardened our hearts and call the commoners consumables, but these consumables do not grow up that quickly!"

"The evil sect needs them, and many noble families also need them... Of the commoners displaced during the Spirit Demon Storm, less than one in ten can be found."

"With all this back and forth... the number of able-bodied young men has decreased too much!"

"Of course, that is only one aspect. The other aspect is that the vetting process has become stricter."

"Just half a month ago, a scandal occurred at the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce."

"A steward accepted a large order and sold off tens of thousands of commoners."

"There were old, weak, women, and children among them."

"As a result, in just three short days, they were discovered in a town, all sacrificed by the evil sect."

"Pingyang Prefecture furiously rebuked the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce for being blinded by greed and disregarding human life."

"The Chamber of Commerce had no way to explain its bitterness... they had the greedy steward executed by a thousand cuts."

"They paid all the copper coins as compensation to Pingyang Prefecture, only then was the matter suppressed."

"Right now, we are at the center of the storm."

"Nowadays, the sales quota for the steward level is only one thousand people per month."

"As for me, an executive, it is no more than three thousand people per month."

"And these three thousand people of mine... have already been promised to others."

Relying on the relationship of being two people on the same rope, Steward Zhao had promised the able-bodied men to others.

Naturally, he had his own reasons.

Shen Yi did not ask too much, only able to patiently continue asking.

"Then look, are there any other good methods?"

"You also know that my Rakshasa Dao Soldiers put in a lot of effort this time."

Steward Zhao Ping chuckled, then mysteriously took out a land deed from his bosom.

Seeing this, Shen Yi quickly retreated several steps.

He even felt like he had developed PTSD.

Every time Steward Zhao took out a land deed.

He felt that nothing good ever came of it!

Steward Zhao slowly said.

"The Sanchuan Sand Sea was once the land of the Yao Race, Brother Shen knows this."

"Naturally."

"But this land of the Yao Race has never lacked humans."

"They are kept in captivity, used by demons to vent their anger, and reduced to mere lowly blood food."

Shen Yi was silent for a moment, then sighed and said.

"Yes."

"Their Yao blood is mixed... they are extremely irritable and quick-tempered."

"Some have even grown strange organs."

"The Spiritual Qi and Demonic Qi within their bodies constantly repel each other."

"Causing them to be unable to cultivate, while having to endure pain every day."

"And this... is not without an antidote."

"The Heavenly Medicine Sect has Cultivators who have researched an antidote... which can allow these Yao-humans to restore their human flesh and blood bodies."

Shen Yi's eyes lit up.

But he saw Steward Zhao continue, leaning closer.

"It is just... the price is not cheap."

"One dose of the medicine is worth one hundred copper coins."

"Then that is bullshit... this is even more of a waste of money than converting Rakshasa Dao Soldiers."

Shen Yi immediately cursed.

Steward Zhao continued.

"Don't be anxious..."

"For others, it is a great waste."

"But for you... it is not a problem."

"What do you mean?"

"In your hands... don't you still have a tianyuan tongbao?"

Shen Yi immediately understood the meaning and nodded.

Steward Zhao handed the land deed in his hand to Shen Yi and said with a smile.

"This is a small tribe with a population of about ten thousand or more."

"They voluntarily handed over the land deed, praying for the imperial court to help them."

"Pingyang Prefecture handed the land deed to the Chamber of Commerce... the Chamber of Commerce has no interest in them either."

"The value is too low."

"So we only provide the most basic supplies, food and drink."

"And then we do not bother with them."

"Rest assured... this time, there will absolutely be no prodigies blocking the way or evil Cultivators conducting sacrifices."

"And... it only costs one thousand copper coins."

"How about it, it is a great deal, right?"

Shen Yi retorted.

"Since the return on investment is so low, why does the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce still collect them?"

Steward Zhao sighed and said.

"What else could it be for?"

"Naturally, it is for humanitarian reasons..."

Shen Yi did not waste words, paid the money, and then stuffed the items into his Storage Pouch.

Then he took out forty-five thousand copper coins and gave them to Steward Zhao.

Steward Zhao was a shareholder in Wanren Cliff, but not in Hanshan Temple.

So naturally, they could not split everything equally.

Thirty thousand copper coins was not a small amount, and the two would have many opportunities to cooperate in the future.

There was no need to sour the relationship.

Before leaving.

He saw Zhao Ping smiling and saying.

"By the way... after the autumn next year, there will be a small auction."

"I cannot disclose the specific treasures, but there are quite a few good things."

"It will suit your needs perfectly."

"Brother Shen, why not save up some money... and make a big move?"

Shen Yi retorted.

"Brother Zhao, how much commission can you get by pulling people in?"

Steward Zhao narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"If you obtain something at the auction... I can get a half-percent commission."

"Split half a percent with me."

"Easy to say..."

"I am leaving..."

The two were calm and composed, as if they were not discussing some shady deal.

But rather a normal conversation.

It could only be said that both of them were starting to get the hang of things.

Leaving the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce, Shen Yi arrived at Tianxiangju Restaurant.

He ordered a table of food and finished it with his bodyguards.

Then he called Wang Teng over, discovering there was no significant intelligence.

So he let him leave.

Incidentally, he also gave him some copper coins to be responsible for development needs...

However, he did learn a piece of news that was neither too big nor too small.

That dead person...

Was Commander Chu Xiong.

Was... a Second-Rank Dao Soldier, Commander Chu Xiong.

Shen Yi sighed.

To tell the truth, he had long seen that this Commander Chu Xiong did not have any good luck.

The probability of submitting the roster back then could clearly tell as much.

This Commander Chu Xiong... had a heart higher than the heavens, but a life thinner than paper.

Sitting like this, it became dusk with the evening glow.

Chu Sheng, who had shed his mourning clothes, slowly arrived at Tianxiangju Restaurant.

Found Shen Yi.

Sat down.

Drank a sip of hot tea... the two were not particularly close.

There was no excessive chatter.

Chu Sheng was also somewhat hesitant, slowly opening his mouth to ask.

"The relationship between me and Lord Shen... logically speaking, it is not at the point of confiding in each other."

"But unfortunately, this matter concerns the survival of my Chu family."

"So I can only grasp at any straw that might save my life."

There was no sorrow in Chu Sheng's eyes, but rather a flash of calmness and composure.

"My Commander died in a battle against the Great Black Heaven Mother Buddha Sect."

"His Divine Soul was extracted."

"Now it is suppressed in a brass coffin to suppress its evil Qi."

"If the Divine Soul cannot be dissipated, my Commander's Physical Body will never find peace."

"But with the Spirit Demon Storm, no one dares to go out..."

"No one dares to take on this task..."

Shen Yi nodded, wanting to refuse.

He did not want to fight right now.

But he saw this Chu Sheng slowly say.

"My Commander... purchased a battle technique before he died."

"Named... Chariot Force."

"Besides that, our Chu family's forces have retracted, and we can no longer afford to support those one thousand able-bodied soldiers."

"I wonder if, Lord... you are interested?"