Chapter 110: A Bumper Harvest of Resentment Points!

Chapter 110: A Bountiful Harvest of Resentment Points

"Strategist, I was blinded by anger back then... I’m a man of clear rewards and punishments, both for others and for myself! When I’m wrong, I must apologize. I hope you won’t take it to heart," the big boss said, seeing the intense expression on Bamboo Leaf Green’s face, feeling quite pleased inside.

Bamboo Leaf Green became even more animated and immediately knelt down, saying, "Boss, I am willing to risk my life for you without hesitation!"

If Zheng Jian had witnessed this scene, he would surely have sighed, thinking, “They’re all just actors!”

Seeing this, the big boss sighed deeply. "Ah, speaking of which, that Zheng Jian truly doesn’t know how to appreciate kindness... Because of him, our bond was damaged. I... I really..."

He couldn’t continue, so Bamboo Leaf Green quickly took over. "Don’t worry, boss. I already have a plan to deal with that man."

The big boss beamed with joy. "What plan? Tell me quickly!"

Bamboo Leaf Green smiled. "Boss, have you ever heard of the 'Black Killers'?"

The big boss shook his head. "Are they one person?"

Bamboo Leaf Green shook his head. "No, boss. The Black Killers aren’t just one person—they’re a group! Like a plague, anyone who encounters them rarely survives."

The big boss’s smile grew wider. "Tell me more."

Bamboo Leaf Green explained, "Their backgrounds vary. Some were expelled disciples from prestigious orthodox sects; others come from the lower five clans; some are ronin who wandered from Fusang to the Central Land. Each one is a top-tier expert, but the key is—they have no shame and no regard for their own lives!"

The big boss clapped his hands and laughed heartily. "Excellent! Only those shameless and reckless people can handle Zheng Jian. Strategist, please invite them here immediately. Once this is done, I won’t hold back on rewards—you know that."

Bamboo Leaf Green smiled slightly. "Understood, boss."

Returning to his room, Bamboo Leaf Green found Purple Bell waiting anxiously and joyfully. "You’re back?" she asked with concern.

He nodded and sat down. Purple Bell slipped into his arms. "Did the old turtle send you to find someone again?"

The big boss would never have guessed that Purple Bell, sent by him, had long been completely won over by Bamboo Leaf Green inside and out.

Bamboo Leaf Green nodded. "Yes."

Purple Bell giggled. "Did you help him find someone?"

"Of course! If I don’t help him find someone, how dare he bring trouble to Zheng Jian? If he doesn’t go after Zheng Jian, how will he die?" Bamboo Leaf Green said with a sinister smile.

"Won’t the people you find protect him?" Purple Bell asked, puzzled.

Bamboo Leaf Green smiled but said nothing. Purple Bell’s alluring presence was too distracting; today, he was full of wicked energy in need of release.

...

Meanwhile, on his way back to the tavern, Zheng Jian was tallying up his resentment points.

When he met Yan Thirteen earlier, he had already amassed over 9,000 points. Recently, he had scraped almost 6,000 more from High-Piercing Sword. Especially tonight, after a heated quarrel, he managed to rake in nearly 10,000 from the big boss and Bamboo Leaf Green combined!

Now, in total, he had accumulated over 24,000 points.

"Ah, just a bit more effort, and the 'Immortal Seal Technique' won’t be far away..." Zheng Jian said happily, chuckling to himself, "I smile proudly, I smile proudly, watching life forever young..."

Humming a tune, his steps grew lighter.

As for whether the big boss and Bamboo Leaf Green would seek revenge, honestly, Zheng Jian didn’t care.

In fact, he hoped they would come—then he could take the opportunity to rake in a big haul and finally have enough to exchange for the 'Immortal Seal Technique'!

He had already planned that after exchanging for the 'Immortal Seal Technique,' all future resentment points would be spent in the exchange shop to see if he could get something even better.

Greedy for more—such is human nature, and Zheng Jian was no exception.

Anyway, resentment points were flying high in this ancient world!

Even if he was unlucky and didn’t get something like the 'Heavenly Yellow Technique,' he at least had the 'Immortal Seal Technique' as a safety net—possibly a huge gain, but never a loss!

Just as he reached the tavern’s entrance, he looked up and saw someone standing there—a familiar face!

It was Murong Qiudi!

She was dressed in a pure white gown, her complexion somewhat haggard.

"Oh, Miss Murong, what wind blew you here today?" Zheng Jian smiled.

Murong Qiudi glared at him. How could he be so irritating?

Her resentment points surged by 666.

Zheng Jian was taken aback. Wow, such strong resentment? Was his remark really that powerful?

Murong Qiudi said sadly, "He’s dead!"

"Who? Oh, you mean your man, Xie Xiaofeng?" Zheng Jian realized. "That’s perfect—it saves you the trouble of recruiting people to kill him. Congratulations."

Murong Qiudi’s resentment points surged by 999.

Murong Qiudi wanted to tear Zheng Jian’s mouth apart, but she couldn’t beat him, so she snapped, "Open the door; I want to drink!"

Her grief was deep and unusual. In truth, she had genuine feelings for Xie Xiaofeng. He had eloped with her but then abandoned her. Murong Qiudi’s love turned to hate, and she had tried everything to kill him.

But when she learned he was truly dead, her heart shattered.

Women are, by nature, contradictory creatures!

Her immense resentment was due to her tangled, conflicting emotions—unable to distinguish between hate and love, a knot that could neither be cut nor unraveled.

"Alright, alright. If you want to drink, it’s simple. Come in," Zheng Jian said, opening the tavern door and lighting the lamps.

Murong Qiudi walked in with graceful steps. Under the light, she was stunningly beautiful.

There’s an old saying: To be charming, you must wear mourning. Murong Qiudi perfectly embodied that now.

"By the way, why didn’t you put on your usual show today? No ambush of five hundred executioners outside, ready to throw cups as a signal?" Zheng Jian poured a pot of wine for her and set it down.

The last time he saw Murong Qiudi, she had forbidden outsiders from entering the forest with ribbons from the Divine Sword Manor, laid out mats, burned incense, and brought along Xie Xiaodi and four experts.

Murong Qiudi froze again.

Her resentment points surged by 999.

"Young Master Zheng, are you always this harsh with your words?" Murong Qiudi was nearly driven mad by his mouth. What did he mean by five hundred executioners?

She suddenly regretted coming to drink.

Zheng Jian scratched his head awkwardly. "Ah, sorry, I just speak like this—convincing with reason! Of course, if anyone disagrees, I can beat them into submission!"

Murong Qiudi’s resentment points surged by another 999.

"..." Murong Qiudi remembered last time—talking to Zheng Jian was like asking for trouble. So she stopped talking, poured her own wine, and drank silently.

Thus, an eerie silence spread through the tavern. Murong Qiudi drank alone, completely ignoring Zheng Jian.

Zheng Jian, meanwhile, gained resentment points and was perfectly satisfied.

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