Liang Yunhui has already gone to the carriage to sleep.
Liang Yuhan came to the campfire, holding a longsword, keeping a vigilant watch on the surroundings.
The cold wind howled.
After the rain stopped, the cold wind continued all night, but fortunately, it didn't rain again.
The biting cold wind hit Lin Zheyu's face, bringing a hint of chill to his somewhat aching head.
'Tai Shang Tai Xing, respond without pause; drive away evils and bind demons, protect life and body; wisdom is clear, mind is at peace...'
Lin Zheyu practiced the Turtle Breath Skill, silently reciting the Purifying Heart Spell, making his heart clear and ethereal.
Time slowly passed.
The night grew deeper, Liang Yuhan stayed sleepless, guarding by the campfire.
Xiaohei was roasting meat all night.
After finishing the beast, it rushed back into the mountain forest, soon returning with another beast to continue roasting.
"Xiaohei, your belly is round again."
Liang Yunhui rubbed Xiaohei's soft belly, laughing happily.
Without Lin Zheyu's restraint, Liang Yunhui could only pet Xiaohei when it was full and resting on its back in the morning.
"Uncle Zhao is still not awake~"
"Mom, do you think Uncle Zhao will be okay? He seemed very tired last night," Liang Yunhui whispered to her mother.
"It's fine."
Liang Yuhan said lightly.
Although she had been on guard all night, as a Martial Artist, she showed no signs of fatigue whatsoever.
"The eight of you, pay attention: up ahead is the Giant Python Village, formidable in strength and reputation. Passing safely requires a significant price."
"Each must pay fifty silver taels, and our escort agency will negotiate on your behalf to ensure smooth passage."
"If you do not pay, then you must handle it yourself."
Someone from the Guangxuan Escort Agency stepped forward, speaking loudly.
The booming voice disturbed those still asleep.
"Fifty silver taels, it's so expensive!"
"Damn, fifty silver taels, isn't this robbing us, I won't pay."
"Yunhui, pay the money."
...
These fifty silver taels were only required from the eight of them.
Those who paid seven hundred silver taels for the full service only needed to pay ten silver taels.
Among the eight, reactions varied.
Most of them paid fifty silver taels, except for three people, who were Lei Chuangcheng and his companions.
Paying fifty silver taels now, then encountering powerful bandits later, would mean paying again. In the end, the total might exceed seven hundred silver taels.
The three of them, strong in their abilities, did not intend to pay this money.
Money isn't something that just blows in on the wind, ordinary people have to be meticulous when spending.
Martial Artists earn money easily, but they also spend it quickly, spending it like water is not an exaggeration.
Just the medicinal baths and decoctions for daily cultivation require a lot of silver taels.
Martial Artists at the Qi Blood Realm from noble families need at least one decoction a day.
Those without background, who are poorer, might use one every three or four days.
This is just decoctions; there are also medicinal baths, ointments, and other expenses requiring silver taels, which can be astonishingly large.
Most of the money ordinary Martial Artists earn is not enough to meet their expenses, leaving them with little to accumulate.
Unless they are those whose Qi Blood begins to decline and give up advancing, giving up on treatment.
But these Martial Artists also can't accumulate much silver taels.
They can't continue to advance in the Martial Dao, but to prevent Qi Blood from declining, to maintain their strength and extend their life, they need to purchase large amounts of tonics and secret medicines.
Thus, they also accumulate little silver taels.
In summary, like ordinary people, ordinary Martial Artists are mostly poor.
...
A thin mist enveloped the mountain forest in the morning.
Lin Zheyu heard the commotion and slowly opened his eyes.
"Mmm~"
He stretched lazily, let out a gentle sigh, and rose to his feet.
After a night of recovery, his spirit had improved a lot, and the pain in his head had subsided to something more severe than a migraine.
If he bears it, it's not a big problem.
"Uncle Zhao, up ahead is the notorious Giant Python Village. The escort agency asks us to pay fifty silver taels so that they can negotiate with them."
"We've already paid. Do you want to pay?"
Liang Yunhui came over, explaining the situation to Lin Zheyu.
"Alright."
Lin Zheyu nodded.
Fifty silver taels isn't much, just a small sum.
Spending a little money to avoid danger is quite worthwhile.
Lin Zheyu didn't like fights; he considered himself a peace-loving, kind-hearted person.
"This is five taels of gold; I am Zhao Hao."
Lin Zheyu approached the strong man from the Guangxuan Escort Agency, took out five taels of gold, and handed it over.
"Hey, I know you."
The strong man from the Guangxuan Escort Agency took the silver taels, assessing Lin Zheyu with a peculiar look.
He thought for a moment but couldn't help asking, "Did you have an accident in your training? You seemed a bit off last night."
He had noticed Lin Zheyu the previous night, too.
The spirited beast Xiaohei by Lin Zheyu's side was easy to notice.
"It's alright, not a big issue," Lin Zheyu smiled.
"You don't look like someone without money; if you add six hundred silver taels, we will protect you."
"Even if there's something wrong with your training, no one would dare harm you," the strong man suggested.
"No, thank you."
Lin Zheyu shook his head, declining the strong man's goodwill.
Although he was experiencing mental exhaustion, his physical condition was at its peak; his overly delicate Body Technique couldn't be performed, which could cause mistakes in battle.
However, with his exceptional Qi Blood Control Power, even though his mental exhaustion led to a significant decrease in control power, preventing complex maneuvers,
but if it was simply running in a straight line, it wouldn't be an issue.
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