Da Xuan Martial Saint
A thousand-year dynasty would inevitably face decay, and a hundred-year noble family would eventually return to dust. What in this world could last forever? Was it an Immortal Body, tempered a thousand times, or the Martial Arts will, in Heart Unity with heaven and earth? Chen Mu came to this world, his sword in hand, and when he turned back at dusk, countless heroes and millennium-old Demons had all turned to dust, leaving only one person on the road paved with yellow sand.
Chapter 37: Seizing Wealth
Ninth District.
North Street.
This is the northernmost area of the Ninth District. It might not be as bustling as the streets in the center of the district, but it's closer to the Inner City, making it the residence of some wealthy and influential families as well.
As night fell, walking along this wide North Street, one could see high walls and large courtyards on both sides, some of which were brightly lit, appearing as a completely different world compared to the pitch-black slum areas.
The roads here were smooth, and the blue stone courtyard walls were clean and tidy.
Inside one of the large courtyards.
A few burly men were present, one of whom was carrying a sack. The sack was constantly writhing, as if some living creature was inside. He effortlessly carried it with one hand to the inner yard and knocked on the room door.
The door opened, revealing a young master in his late twenties or early thirties dressed in fine silk, who indifferently asked,
"Have you brought it?"