Chapter 128:The Grand Party’s Pure Incense Pill -4

Hearing this, the nearby few nodded in agreement, with one person chiming in, “That’s right, it’s a two-hundred-year share each. If the effect isn’t good, what then? Can we return it?”
Zuo Feixian smiled and said, “Brothers, just look at our setup. We haven’t just been here a day or two. If we sold fake goods, wouldn’t we be ruining our own reputation?”
The incense pill had a deep luster, resting in Zuo Feixian’s large hand like a rough ink jade bead, making one want to hold and stroke it affectionately.
This appearance was the result of Little Liu painstakingly rolling each pill one by one.
One of the backwoods boys proposed, “Why don’t we combine our shares between the two teams and buy one portion to test it out in the mountain first?”
Zuo Feixian turned his head to look at Yang Zicang. Yang Zicang shot a meaningful glance at the people beside the table, and Teacher Chen, understanding the signal, set down his bowl and rose to leave.
“No, we haven’t started selling yet. If you want to buy, come back next week.”
“Not selling? What, are you afraid of being exposed?”
Yuan Kun’s lips curled slightly as he deliberately gave a false origin: “We’re the cargo team from the Dusk Greenhouse, one hundred and fifty li east of here. The name Dusk Greenhouse—have you all heard of it?”
“Your Poop Dawn or whatever, never heard of it.”
“F*ck, are you looking for trouble?” A man beside Yuan Kun shouted fiercely.
“Hey, don’t lose your temper.” Yuan Kun raised a hand to stop him, his tone dripping with sarcasm: “But you’ve never even heard of the Dusk Greenhouse and still want to do business around here? I suggest you pack up and leave while you still can.”
Before his words had even faded, he suddenly turned his head to look at the distant sand. A silver-ringed belly snake was slithering along. Yuan Kun flicked his right hand at his waist, the dark red pistol instantly leaving its holster, spinning cleverly between his fingers before taking aim and firing.
Bang!
The head of the snake, over twenty meters away, burst open with the sound. Its body writhed in pain a few times before quickly shriveling, as if naturally reaching the end of its life.
“Wow, impressive! Your range is that far?” The boys from the backlands stared at the gun with envy.
“Heh, in our shed, weapons with this kind of range are hardly rare.”
The group inside the shed all changed color simultaneously.
The threat was obvious to all. If such a team were to arrive, it would be a disaster for an ordinary greenhouse district.
“Boss, they have guns,” the crowd whispered.
Yang Zicang remained calm. Before even making a sale, someone had already come to throw down a challenge.
Zuo Feixian put away the incense pellet. “We can let you verify, but you’ll have to pay a verification fee of a hundred years of Time Sequence first.”
A member of the Kongshan Cargo Team snickered, “Ridiculous! Since when do buyers have to pay a verification fee?”
Yuan Kun narrowed his eyes, twirling his handgun on his fingertip. “Brother Cassia, we’re here in good faith to do business. Give us one incense pellet for a trial. Otherwise, don’t blame our large greenhouse for ‘stamping out fraud.’”
“That’s right. Let us try it first. Who knows if you’re not trying to cheat us?”
But just as their bickering was going on, one member among the Wasteland Youths fell into deep thought.
“Brother Cassia… I feel like I’ve heard that name somewhere before.”
Seeing the smile spreading across Yang Zicang’s face, Zuo Feixian suddenly grinned mischievously. “You want a trial run? Pay a hundred years, and we’ll let you experience it. All of you can try it out~”
The eyes of the Wasteland Youths lit up.
“This Captain Yuan! Actually, this deal is doable. For a hundred years, the whole gang of us can go in and use it,” he waggled his eyebrows, trying to persuade them.
To even make such an offer, he must at least be demanding one incense pellet for each of the two teams.
As long as they could enter the mountains ahead of time, who cared whether it was a trial or a sale?
Yuan Kun’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
“Are you serious? A hundred years lets us go in for a trial, with no extra charges?”
“Ah… looks like this cargo team leader knows his place after all.”
Yang Zicang nodded from a distance. “Of course, for just a hundred years, all of you can verify the authenticity of this incense pill.”
The teammates of the Qiongshan Team and the wasteland boys from the rear revealed deep, meaningful smiles on their faces.
“Alright then, let’s each chip in some moments.”
The two teams quickly pooled together their allocated moments. Upon receiving them, Zuo Feixian grinned and said, “Boss, the payment’s in. Let’s get to work.”
Zuo Feixian waved his hand. Ning Yang and the others tacitly scurried far away in a crowd.
Seeing Zuo Feixian about to run as well, Yuan Kun suddenly reached out to grab him but missed, only skimming past the cloth on his shoulder.
“Damn.”
Humiliated, Yuan Kun acted as if nothing had happened and said, “Brother, aren’t you going to hand over a few incense pills to us?”
“Why would I give you pills? We’re not even selling them yet.”
“Fuck you!”
“Trying to pull a fast one, are you?”
“Bastard, you’re messing with us.” Yuan Kun, now furious and outraged, raised his gun and aimed it at Zuo Feixian’s wrist. “Give our storehalves back, or I’ll level this place!”
The situation instantly became tense.
Angry, Yuan Kun took a step forward, his chest model flickering, as the spinning pistol in his hand suddenly pointed at the wrist of the fleeing Zuo Feixian ahead.
“Do you think I’m some fucking saint? Screw you!”
Bang!
Covering her ears, Aya let out a sharp scream.
With a sharp crack, the bullet left the chamber, tracing a golden arc through the air. Yuan Kun’s eyes slowly widened as the projectile seemed to gain a mind of its own, twisting and spiraling.
Suddenly, it whirled around and hurtled back toward him!
“Ah!”
Before he could cry out, at that critical moment, a golden radiance shimmered on Yuan Kun’s body surface, meeting the same bullet he had just fired.
Snap!
[I have negated my own 1500N impact force.]
Staggering back two steps despite himself, he stumbled.
“You all…”
A wave of numbness shot through Yuan Kun’s spine as he stared at his gun, then lifted his head to look at the distant, unruffled crowd, seething with humiliation and fury.
His own bullet had been deflected!
Before he could finish his words, he suddenly felt a sense of panic in his heart.
The ground, the dark clouds, the entire world of heaven and earth seemed to have acquired its own will in an instant. They were abandoning him, rejecting him, and even standing on the vast land, he felt as if he were at the edge of the world.
He was so insignificant… as if falling into a deeper abyss.
The people around him stumbled and fell, involuntarily opening their mouths wide in a desperate gasp for air. Some clutched their own throats, pulling at the skin of their necks to try to let more air flow through their tracheas.
“Old Zuo, give me the incense pellet in five seconds, five…”
“What five seconds.”
These few people struggled to prop themselves up, chest models flickering on some, while others laboriously raised their weapons behind them, panicking as they gazed at the group ahead.
“Four.”
“It’s a mental attack…”
“A den of thieves, kill them…”
“We, need to run.” A few of them scrambled in chaos, as if drowning.
“Three.”
Bang! Bang, bang!
In the panic, Yuan Kun wildly fired off bullets from his gun, but each seemed to have a mind of its own, leaving the chamber like liberated spirits, gracefully dancing through the air.
The two boys from the backlands rolled their eyes back, feeling their breathing grow harder as if submerged in a deep, dark sea.
“Ahhh!”
“Two.”
Thud, two or three people collapsed to the ground, while even those still standing struggled to stay upright.
At such close range and with the Silent Night’s coverage so small, the mental pressure these people suddenly endured was intense. To make matters worse, YangZicang subtly conjured the White Shadow Thought-Dragon behind him, thickening the suffocating weight in the air.
“One.”
Zuo Feixian nervously tossed the incense pill at this frenzied, crazed group.
The ink-jade-colored incense pill landed with a soft *pat* beside a few on the ground, its fragrance instantly wafting into their nostrils.
“Urgh!”
“Cough, cough, cough.”
A few choking gasps broke out as the struggling ones finally drew in a long breath, with some coughing violently.
Yuan Kun collapsed onto his teammate’s body.
The guy behind immediately fell to the ground. “Boss, you, you’re crushing me.”
At that moment, Yuan Kun had no mood to reply to his words. The robust, sweat-drenched man felt as if waking from a dream. He flipped over and knelt half on the ground, coughing with his neck strained and tongue out. The hand gripping his gun was already bulging with veins from the immense force.
“You, you all!”
The captain of the Back-Wasteland Youth team, having recovered enough to pull himself together, rose and glared angrily at Yang Zicang. However, he still felt flustered and restless, though his mind was no longer particularly distraught.
“How does the effect of the incense pellet feel?” Yang Zicang asked with a smile.
As soon as these words were spoken, the group in front was stunned simultaneously.
“This was a trial run?” someone asked, their face turning extremely gloomy.
Yuan Kun, still on the ground, turned his head in disbelief to look at the young man. The skin on his forehead twitched a few times.
“Is this what you meant by verification?!”
“I fucking…” Everyone was taken aback, their faces then turning pale. In an instant, they understood what this so-called “verification” meant.
Yuan Kun suddenly lunged forward and grabbed the incense pellet covered with dirt.
Zuo Xianfei burst into loud laughter. “How about that? This hundred years was worth spending!”
Behind Yuan Kun, the group looked at Yang Zicang with varied emotions, offended but afraid to voice their discontent.
Yang Zicang lifted his hand and pointed at the incense pellet coated in mud in Yuan Kun’s grip.
“Consider this pellet a gift to you all. We’re genuinely here to conduct business in these parts. There’s plenty of time for everyone to profit. A few hundred years of lifespan can be earned by just a trip into the mountains. There’s no need to sour the atmosphere.”
“Boss.” The few men around looked at Yuan Kun, waiting for his words.