In the secret room, Su Tang closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing, and entered the state of concentration. He first melted the spiritual soul of the soft gun in his mind, and then began to refine the crystal ball. When his thoughts arose, he suddenly felt a wave of heat coming. The crystal ball in Su Tang's hand had turned red, and even a faint light of fire was revealed.

Zhao Zhiling, who was guarding outside, also saw the light and was surprised. However, in his mind, Su Tang's strength was unfathomable, and it was normal for him to have strange phenomena after entering into meditation.

Every deep breath of Su Tang can make the crystal ball dimmer, but soon, a stronger fire ooze seeps out from the center of the crystal ball, keeping the crystal ball bright, and seems to never be absorbed.

Su Tang has had nearly ten refining experiences. He is very patient and maintains the rhythm of his breathing, not impatient or impatient.

One hundred breaths have passed... One thousand breaths have passed... An ordinary person's natural breathing only takes a few seconds, while Su Tang's deep breathing can reach twenty seconds. The longer the breathing time, the stronger the inner breath.

I don’t know how long it took, but the fire in the crystal ball finally ran out, and gradually the sphere became blurred.

In Su Tang's brain, a spiritual soul faintly revealed the shadow of a crystal ball.

Incomplete spiritual soul.

As expected, the crystal ball had been destroyed, so he did not rush to get up and continued to adjust his breathing. According to his experience, the incomplete spiritual souls were upgraded very quickly. After the level was increased, the upgrade would become slower and slower.

Another thousand breaths, Su Tang slowly opened his eyes, and the spirit of the crystal ball had been upgraded to level 4.

This time it's almost done. You can practice slowly in the future. Su Tang moved his body, slowly stood up, and pushed open the door.

Zhao Zhiling was outside all the time. When he saw Su Tang coming out, he immediately said respectfully: "Sir."

Su Tang looked up at the sky: "How many days have you been?"

"It's been two and a half days." Zhao Zhiling said: "By the way, sir, your highness has told you that if you come out of seclusion, go find her immediately."

"Where is the smell of fragrance?" Su Tang asked.

“It’s in the front hall.”

Su Tang walked forward and walked through two corner gates. He happened to meet the fortress lord named Huang, so he called him to ask Qingyinxiang's specific location.

When he was about to approach the door, Su Tang heard the sound of speaking from inside.

"Boss, we've made a lot of money this time," said Zong Yiye. He didn't like to call Wenxiang your Highness, it was too formal.

"Yes, it's not bad." Yin Xiang said.

"If they were sold, I'm afraid there would be hundreds of thousands?" Zong Yiye asked.

"Hundreds of thousands" Wen Xiang secretly laughed. Zong Yiye didn't understand the market outside at all, nor did he know what a great ancestor's collection represented, but her face was still very serious.

"What? I guessed too much or less?" Zong Yiye said hurriedly.

Zong Yiye's appearance made Yin Xiang feel a little unbearable. She also understood Zong Yiye's intention and nodded, "It's almost 2, 300,000 yuan.

"That's it..." Zong Yiye paused: "Head, how many can I get?"

"Why are you endless?" Wen Xiang said angrily: "So want to leave?"

"No, no..." Zong Yiye waved his hands repeatedly: "I have no place to go without this, why are you going? But... head, I'll just say it clearly. I grew up in the mountains and forests and used to being free and relaxed. Suddenly, I owe such a large sum of money. I feel uncomfortable all over and I just want to pay off the money early."

"Oh... it seems you are still very righteous." Wen Xiang said, "Okay, then let's spread it out and calculate."

"good."

"If we could sell for a total of 300,000, we would have to take out 150,000 to your benefactor." Wen Xiang said in a deep voice: "Without him sending news, we wouldn't have been able to build the Baihua Palace. What do you think?"

"That's nature, that's nature." Zong Yiye agreed very much when he knew that he wanted to give Su Tang half of it.

"This time, more than 20 brothers were killed, so we would have to pay 20,000 yuan for some compensation." Wen Xiang said: "We sent more than 340 people in total, even if it was 300 people, this is a head-lost deal. One person is too small for 100 gold coins. What do you think?"

"It's a little less." Zong Yiye said with some pain.

"Two hundred is too little, and each person has a barely force." Wen Xiang said, "This will cost another 90,000 yuan, and there are still 40,000 yuan left, one leaf... I don't know whether to say it or not."

"Head, you just agreed." Zong Yiye said.

"You hardly helped me this time, but just accompanied us with my hands behind my back. Do you have the nerve to get more?"

"Boss, I can't count this way. I... I am the one who is in charge of the formation." Zong Yiye was a little anxious.

"With me and mother-in-law here, you need to press the formation?" Yin Xiang said, then softened his voice: "Forget it, I'm not too harsh when I think you are a newcomer. There are still 40,000 left. There are four masters here, each with ten thousand. Is it okay?"

"Okay" Zong Yiye sighed relieved: "I don't want money either. I don't you owe you three million? If you deduct it, I still owe you two million...ah..."

"No?" Wen Xiang said: "The books you destroyed are all lonely books. I used 3.54 million yuan in total, and deducted 10,000 yuan, which should be 3.53 million yuan."

"You...didn't you say more than three million at that time?"

"Not three million or more than three million?" Wen Xiang asked back.

"This...this..." Zong Yiye was speechless.

"Besides, when you go to the Jinchang to borrow money, you will always bring interest," said Wen Xiang: "And their interest rates are very high. If you borrow three million a year, you will have to pay at least four million. Although we are friends, my more than three million is destroyed in your hands. Why do you have to give me 300,000 interest a year, right?"

"I also need... and interest..." Zong Yiye's tone changed.

"Brother, settle the score clearly" Wen Xiang said: "Yi Ye, it's not me... Huh? Why is your face so ugly?"

It was not just ugly, Zong Yiye's face turned green, and he was timid and didn't know what to say.

"Do you know why you want to buy those lonely books?" Wen Xiang asked.

"Why?"

"Because I'm waiting for the value of the lonely book to rise." Wen Xiang said: "There are knowledgeable here. For example, there are the lonely book of the Four Spirits 5,000 years ago and the lonely book of the Baitou Weng three thousand years ago. I can send someone to deliberately reveal some news, just say that the secrets are hidden in the lonely book, their experience in cultivation, and treasures. By then, the lonely instinct I bought for more than three million can be sold for tens of millions?"

Clang... Something fell to the ground and broke.
Chapter completed!