Invincible cultivation strengthens: my son is a troublemaker-Chapter 64: The Extravagant Scoundrel!

Chapter 64: Chapter 64: The Extravagant Scoundrel! ƒree𝑤ebnσvel-com

"You mean... you want to help this old man restore to my peak? Aren’t you afraid that once I recover, I’ll kill you?"

The old man asked suspiciously.

"Haha, with just you? You’re no threat to me."

Qin Chuan scoffed, then strategized, "How about we make a bet?"

"Bet on what?"

The old man frowned and asked.

"I will help you restore your power. If you regain your peak and defeat me, then I’ll concede without a word, but if by then you’re still no match for me, you become my servant."

Qin Chuan said calmly.

"Ha, what a big appetite!!"

The old man let out a cold snort, then said coldly, "Since you seek your own death, why shouldn’t I take this gamble with you?"

"Good!!"

Qin Chuan smiled with satisfaction.

To be honest, he didn’t take this gamble seriously and didn’t really believe the other party would keep the promise.

The reason for doing this was just to find an excuse for his actions to prevent his son from thinking he was just bored.

"What do you need? Speak." Qin Chuan looked down at the old man with a stance of "ask and it shall be given".

The old man pondered for a moment, then snorted, "I’ve been trapped here for years, my essence energy worn down by these strange chains, now almost running dry. If you could break these chains, that would be best."

"But I know that whether you can break these chains or not, you won’t help me break them."

"So, bring me some spirit elixirs and spirit stones to replenish my essence energy, the more the better."

Qin Chuan chuckled playfully, "Sorry, I’m quite poor right now, not much to spare."

"You!!"

The old man thought he was being tricked.

But Qin Chuan immediately said, "However, if I wanted to gather them, it’s not too difficult... take it slow, no rush."

After saying that, with a meaningful look at the old man, he flew out of the pit with Qin Zi.

Just after leaving the pit, Qin Zi couldn’t help but ask, "Dad, do you really trust him like that? What if he doesn’t keep his word?"

Qin Chuan looked down at his son and smiled, "What else can we do? Kill him, of course."

Uh...

Qin Zi was at a loss for words for a while, then asked, "Since you don’t trust him, why help him restore his power?"

Qin Chuan shrugged, sighed, "Ah, life is too boring... finding some fun isn’t a bad idea, right?"

At that, Qin Zi fell silent.

He pursed his lips, suddenly realizing he had been neglecting an important issue—his father was very lonely.

They say the strong are lonely.

True strong ones, having seen and experienced too much, end up finding little joy and excitement in life.

Once you’ve seen the grandeur of the seas, other waters are insignificant!

Many big events others talk about with relish are of no consequence in his dad’s heart; many sights that awe others are just so-so to him.

The world, to his dad, is too dull and ordinary, with nothing worth looking forward to.

And because he stands so high, he rarely has friends as there are too few he can treat as equals.

"Turns out, I haven’t cared enough about Dad."

Guilt and self-blame surged in Qin Zi’s heart—he wasn’t a competent son!

"What are you thinking? Let’s go."

Qin Chuan put his arm around Qin Zi’s head, and father and son walked side by side into the distance, talking as they went.

"Ask your master if there are any spare elixir recipes, I’ll go register a few more, exchange them for resources... if not, forget it."

"There are!"

...

That day, Qin Chuan made another trip to the Imperial Capital.

He needed to visit the Alchemy Master Association to purchase a batch of essence-replenishing elixirs and check on the revenue from his three elixir recipes.

As soon as he arrived at the Alchemy Master Association, he was surrounded by a group of alchemy masters, all with fiery eyes.

Young alchemy masters even came to curry favor, calling him "Master Qin" with excessive reverence.

He met Master Pang Qi, and only then realized that his three elixir recipes had made a fortune in these months!

The Breaking Nirvana Pill, priced at ten million spirit stones each, was snapped up eagerly, with over four hundred sold in a short time.

The Yang Pill, well, men understand, those in power can’t afford to not perform.

And this item, which can restore vitality in one go without side effects, is something men will buy no matter the cost in any world!

The Life-extending Pill could even be sold at outrageous prices.

Families whose survival depends on an old man would spend a fortune to help him live longer, giving the next generation time to mature into power, selling off half the family’s assets, centuries of accumulation, just for one pill.

Based on the rules of the Alchemy Master Association, Qin Chuan obtained roughly half of these earnings, which was terrifying.

Now, he was the richest "master" in the Alchemy Master Association, even the president could only look on helplessly.

Meanwhile, during the period of Qin Chuan’s astronomical wealth growth, someone discovered a large tomb a hundred miles outside the Imperial Capital!

Only...

The large tomb seemed to have been robbed, emptied more thoroughly than a bone picked clean by a dog.

Inside, even the shroud on the corpse had been stripped clean and dumped on the ground, leaving not even the lid of the coffin behind, carried off by grave robbers.

Tunneling three feet deep, and then some!

Qin Chuan converted all the earnings from the three recipes into essence-replenishing elixirs and spirit grass.

This mass of spirit elixirs, let alone restoring the old demon trapped in the pit, could likely make him burst!

Before leaving, in the astonished gazes of the crowd, he once again nonchalantly produced three more elixir recipes.

This time, they were sixth-grade recipes...

"Bastard!!!!!!"

That night, the Alchemy Master Association echoed with heart-wrenching wails, like the desperate howls of a pack of defeated dogs.

It’s said.

If not for the high esteem and strict rules of the alchemy profession, some madman wouldn’t have walked out of the Imperial Capital alive!

This was outright plunder.

It’s like everyone in the Alchemy Master Association, from the president down to first-grade alchemists, working day and night procuring herbs, crafting elixirs, ripping off customers... were all toiling for this extravagant figure!

But there’s no choice, those are the rules, and strictly speaking, Qin Chuan did bring in a lot of revenue for them too.

In truth, it’s the people buying the elixirs who lost out.

Fleece the sheep, fleece the wool.

But really, the fat sheep are willing to be fleeced, perhaps shedding all their wool could save their lives!

Of course, Qin Chuan paid no mind to these things, his attention never lingered on the Alchemy Master Association.

To him, the Alchemy Master Association was just an ATM; he would make a withdrawal when necessary and ignore it when not.

He moved swiftly, returning to the Seven Martial Sect in just half a day.

On the way, he even purposely revisited the collapsed mountain from last time, but that "kekekeke" Great Demon was nowhere to be seen.

Amidst the ruins were shattered array patterns and sealing stone pillars, looking ancient, suggesting the Great Demon wasn’t simple.

"Hmm, as for the Hell Red Lotus divine technique, I shouldn’t use it casually, only let Qin Zi use it."

He had used the Hell Red Lotus to ambush the "kekekeke" Great Demon once; this enmity must be shifted onto my up-for-anything son!

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