“Oh, I forgot about that point. There are quite a few strong Cultivator among the natives of this world now, so we still need to maintain some disguise.”
Hong Shan stroked his beard and chuckled.
“Little friend, although your heart might still be with the Qingfeng Sect, why don’t we become friends first? Consider this necklace a gift from me!”
Ye Xinning took two necklaces from Hong Shan’s hand, put one on herself, and handed the other to An Chen.
“Take it.”
An Chen thanked her and took the necklace. He carefully examined it but found nothing special about it, only that it seemed quite ordinary.
However, for a strong Cultivator to offer something so ordinary, that in itself suggested something.
He looked up to sense Ye Xinning’s aura, but was surprised to find that her aura was no different from an ordinary Mortal; she looked like a Mortal in every way.
“Is it really that effective?”
An Chen put on the necklace and immediately noticed something within it seemed to conceal his aura, transforming his aura into that of a Mortal as well.
“It’s that effective!”
Hong Shan burst into laughter.
“An Chen, I think it’s necessary for us to form a strategic alliance.”
Ye Xinning suddenly spoke.
“Agreed.”
An Chen nodded.
He had actually been about to say the same thing.
Both had revealed their secrets to each other; now, they were either bound together or only one could remain.
And their being bound together also meant that Su Xiaojiu and Hong Shan, who were behind them, would also be bound together.
“Let’s keep what happened today a secret, don’t tell anyone. I’m not worried about you or me…”
An Chen spoke first, then his gaze slowly fell upon Su Xiaojiu.
“I’m worried about you!”
“Don’t worry!” Su Xiaojiu patted her chest and said, “I only said that I Transmigrated and met a very kind native who could help me get a wheelchair. My dad doesn’t even know who you are! I wouldn’t say a single word even if I died!”
Ye Xinning also silently stared at Hong Shan, who likewise patted his chest, pledging his loyalty.
“I swear I won’t say a single word, even if I lose at mahjong for the rest of my life!”
However, a master pledging loyalty to his disciple was a bit undignified.
An Chen and Ye Xinning finally breathed a sigh of relief.
“Oh, right, I originally just wanted to help Wang Zhaoyang and reduce the number of ill-intentioned people around me, but now it seems the trouble has gotten a bit bigger.”
Now that Wang Zhaoyang’s story had been reported, many people would soon set their sights on him like a juicy piece of meat.
Although many would hesitate due to Wang Zhaoyang’s suspected status as a Cultivator, those who truly dared to act would likely possess great abilities.
“So, what should we do?”
“For now, I plan to observe. Although it sounds a bit heartless, Wang Zhaoyang can be abandoned at any time; his life and death are irrelevant to us.”
“Wouldn’t that be too heartless?”
Su Xiaojiu interjected.
“Firstly, we haven’t done anything wrong. If he could control his mouth, then this wouldn’t have happened at all. I’ve already saved him once.”
An Chen replied without changing his expression.
“I agree. At times like these, it’s best to protect ourselves first.”
Ye Xinning echoed, glancing at Hong Shan as if to see if he had anything to say, but the old man Hong Shan, perhaps having learned his lesson, just squatted there listening, saying nothing.
“Moreover, I don’t believe Kunpeng would abandon their Key Points protected target.”
Since the Kunpeng people dared to widely publicize “Transcendents Youth Bravely Fighting Villains,” they must have a backup plan. Wang Zhaoyang might even be bait they deliberately threw out, waiting for those criminals to take the bait so they could be caught in one swoop.
“Someone might be secretly protecting Wang Zhaoyang. If our attention to Wang Zhaoyang is too much or too close, or if we make any excessive moves, it might attract attention. Pretending nothing happened is the optimal solution.”
Although An Chen knew that Kunpeng had most likely already concluded that he was involved with Wang Zhaoyang’s matter, An Chen still hoped to avoid attracting Kunpeng’s attention as much as possible.
Although Zhang Wei seemed like a decent person, being a priority target for these people was not a good thing.
An Chen now only wanted to honestly make money, preferably in a way that no one would notice.
“Makes sense, I agree.”
The two quickly reached a consensus.
“Next, how do we make money?”
Compared to An Chen, Ye Xinning seemed more concerned about this issue, so she immediately brought the topic to this aspect.
“That’s what I’m thinking about too.”
An Chen currently had an “order” from the Fire Phoenix Sect, but that was all, and whether there would be deeper cooperation in the future was uncertain.
Electric wheelchairs were something that Kyushu could easily manufacture, and as for electricity… they didn’t need that stuff!
He heard that Su Xiaojiu’s father’s electric wheelchair was now Spirit Qi-powered.
Reselling electric wheelchairs was not a long-term solution.
As for bringing some treasures from Kyushu to Earth to resell, that was easy to solve. While Spirit Pills and spiritual plants might decrease in price in the future, bringing a small amount over at intervals would always easily solve livelihood problems.
An Chen looked up at the remaining three, wanting to ask:
“What are your insights, my esteemed colleagues?”
“Master, you are a successful example. Do you have any constructive suggestions?”
Ye Xinning, in turn, looked at Hong Shan.
“Well…”
Hong Shan stroked his beard and slowly began:
“My path to wealth was to spread the game of mahjong back to Kyushu. Similarly, you could also engage in cultural dissemination, but that requires capital… If it’s about reselling, my current feeling is that your industrial products here are quite novel to the people of Kyushu, but some industrial products have already been spread there and even improved upon, so you need to carefully screen them.”
This included items like excavators and electric wheelchairs.
This was because the lives of Mortals in Kyushu were still in the Iron Age; industry had not developed at all, and they could not manufacture precision parts, so naturally, they could not produce these things.
Cultivator could do it, but generally, Cultivator would not bother making such things.
Therefore, these industrial products were considered “rare items” in Kyushu, but there was also a problem: as long as those Cultivator wanted to, they could still replicate them, even if they couldn’t mass-produce them.
“If… we could get our hands on firearms, it might be much easier.”
Just then, Ye Xinning suddenly said something astonishing, and An Chen’s train of thought immediately broke, almost choking on his own saliva.
“You want… what exactly?”
