I am really not a medical immortal.-Chapter 1529 - 1528: Rent for Ten Years

After reading this information, Zhang Xiaohao’s eyes flickered with understanding amidst the confusion. No wonder these people in the Qi Refining Realm and Foundation Establishment Realm were so rich—it turns out they looted these small towns and villages!

But no matter what they do, it has nothing to do with Zhang Xiaohao. He only handles the sale of magic artifacts; as for what they do, that’s not his concern.

With a flip of his palm, he took off the ghost mask and stored it inside the Shennong Ring.

Seeing Bai Xuefeng and Mu Lingfeng still lost in thought, he sat down on the stone bench, tapped his waist, took out a teapot and a cup, poured a cup of spiritual tea, and leisurely drank it.

A quarter of an hour later.

The two took off their masks excitedly and looked eagerly at Zhang Xiaohao.

That gaze seemed to say, where are our Spirit Stones?

"Hehe," Zhang Xiaohao chuckled lightly.

With a flip of his palm, he placed two million low-grade Spirit Stones on the ground.

"Thank you, Brother Xu!" Bai Xuefeng and Mu Lingfeng said respectfully.

Immediately, they put on their ghost masks again, and with a flash of black light, the masks on the ground disappeared.

This time, they retreated much faster, taking off their ghost masks in just three minutes.

"Brother Xu, we are eternally grateful! In the future, if you ever need our help, feel free to ask!"

"Thank you, Brother Xu, if it weren’t for you, Bai Xuefeng and I might never have had the chance to join the Underworld organization!"

Bai Xuefeng and Mu Lingfeng said respectfully.

"Pack up your things, and we’ll leave," Zhang Xiaohao said.

With that, he stood up from the stone bench and walked towards Lan Lingling’s room.

Entering the room, he saw the young girl sitting on the bed, holding a piece of embroidery, weaving intently. Hearing the noise from the door, Lan Lingling instinctively raised her head and looked over.

"Ah! Brother Xu, why are you here?"

Dropping the embroidery, Lan Lingling ran excitedly over.

"I’m here to take you away from here. Are you willing to leave with me?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.

"Ah! Are you leaving, Brother Xu? You... want to take me with you?" Lan Lingling’s delicate, beautiful face turned red as she nervously looked at Zhang Xiaohao.

"Yes, are you willing to go with me?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.

"I’m willing!" Lan Lingling agreed without hesitation or thought.

"Alright, then quickly pack your things, and we’ll leave! As for this courtyard, let’s leave it for now, no rush to deal with it," Zhang Xiaohao said with a smile.

"Okay," Lan Lingling nodded.

She quickly ran into the room, took out a bundle, and began to pack.

A short while later, Lan Lingling had finished packing. All of her belongings fit into a blue bundle, which contained some of her personal clothing and a piece of precious embroidery.

"Let’s go!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a smile.

He led Lan Lingling outside.

"Brother Xu, Lingling, you are out!" Bai Xuefeng and Mu Lingfeng immediately approached as they saw Zhang Xiaohao and Lan Lingling coming out.

"Let’s go!" Zhang Xiaohao called out.

He led Lan Lingling outside, with Bai Xuefeng and Mu Lingfeng naturally following behind them.

Leaving the courtyard, Zhang Xiaohao closed the door.

After some thought, Zhang Xiaohao made a hand gesture, and a prohibition technique was cast upon the courtyard.

Moments later, Zhang Xiaohao set up one hundred and eight layers of prohibitions here. After everything was done, he led the three of them towards the Ming Han Mountain.

Ming Han Mountain was within Ming Han Snow City, towering into the clouds. Even from a distance, one could see the massive iconic structure of Ming Han Mountain.

An hour later.

Zhang Xiaohao, with Lan Lingling and the others, stopped outside Ming Han Mountain.

Whoosh!

A ray of light descended from the sky—it was the same Fatty steward as before.

Fatty steward looked at the four of them with a smile, his gaze falling on Zhang Xiaohao.

"Fellow daoist, what brings you here this time?" Fatty steward asked.

"I plan to lease a cave-dwelling on the first layer of the mountain," Zhang Xiaohao said bluntly.

Whoosh!

With a point of his finger, Fatty steward summoned a map before everyone.

"This is the map of the entire first layer of the mountain. The places with light are already occupied, while the dim areas are still vacant. The first layer mountain on the left side from the middle starts at over one hundred thousand Spirit Stones per year, while to the right, it’s one hundred thousand low-grade Spirit Stones a year. Which cave would the daoist like to choose for your abode? A friendly reminder, the more expensive the area, the richer the surrounding nature’s spiritual energy! In fact, the first pavilion on the left of the first layer has spiritual energy several times more abundant than other locations!" Fatty steward said with a smile.

"I’ll take this one," Zhang Xiaohao said, pointing to the last cave on the first layer of the mountain.

"Great choice! Even being the last abode, the spiritual energy around it is quite rich—at least ten times that of the outside world. Cultivating here can save you countless hours! How many years would the daoist like to rent it for?" Fatty steward squinted his eyes and asked.

"Ten years," Zhang Xiaohao replied.

"Truly extraordinary, I knew when I first saw the daoist that you had hidden talents, and now it seems I was right," Fatty steward complimented.

"Hehe," Zhang Xiaohao chuckled as he placed a million low-grade Spirit Stones on the ground with a slap of his hand.

Unfazed, Fatty steward waved a hand, collecting the Spirit Stones off the ground.

He tapped his waist, producing a prohibition token: "What is the daoist’s name?"

"Lan Lingling," Zhang Xiaohao replied.

"Very well!" Fatty steward cast a meaningful glance at Lan Lingling beside Zhang Xiaohao, wrote her name on the golden token, and tossed it to Zhang Xiaohao.

"After ten years, if you plan to continue residing there, just let me know, and I’ll handle the rest," Fatty steward said.

"Okay," Zhang Xiaohao nodded.

With a wave of his hand, a Spirit Boat appeared in the air.

With another wave, he brought Lan Lingling and the others onto the Spirit Boat, then with a light step, the boat sped towards the last cave abode of the first mountain layer.

Moments later, Zhang Xiaohao and his group reached the outside of the cave abode.

He infused spiritual power into the golden token, and with a flash of light, a golden glow shot out from the token, opening the prohibitions surrounding the cave abode.

"Let’s head in," Zhang Xiaohao said.

With that, he led Lan Lingling and the others inside.