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Chapter 39 The Secret Within the Bag
Thinking about what Xuantian Temple had done over the years, Cheng Mai shut up.

At this moment, Shang Xingjian offered her tea again, and Cheng Mai did not refuse, sitting down opposite him to enjoy the tea.

"Just how much stuff is in your Qiankun bag?" Cheng Mai asked curiously, for there was nothing that the merchant guild couldn't produce.

"Curious?" Seeing Cheng Mai nod, Shang Xingjian reached out and grabbed him. The next second, they appeared in another space.

The space resembled a large library, filled with shelves, each crammed with items, but in a chaotic and disorganized manner.

Cheng Mai found himself in a library that seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see. Besides the items on the shelves, there were also piles of antiques in some corners.

Cheng Mai ran over to check, and there were markings below, dating back five thousand years, but there was nothing that the merchant guild hadn't done.

"You're sitting on a mountain of gold and silver and you call yourself poor?" Cheng Mai shouted angrily.

If you take any two of these items and put them up for auction, wouldn't each one be priceless?
Without even raising his hand, Shang Xingjian produced a wine gourd. He leaned against the display shelf and drank, saying, "Take it if you like."

Cheng Mai didn't like it, but he liked that it could be sold for money.

Besides a pile of antique porcelain, Cheng Mai also saw various out-of-print books, and...

Looking at the lush golden nanmu trees in front of him, Cheng Mai turned to Shang Xingjian and asked, "You can grow trees in your Qiankun bag?"

And the trees planted were the most expensive golden nanmu!

Shang Xingjian looked at it, seemingly pondering the origin of the tree. "It was probably a seed that was accidentally brought in and sprouted on its own."

Then, without her knowledge, it grew into a towering tree.

Behind the golden nanmu tree, there was a thatched hut. Cheng Mai pursed his lips. "You're taking the house in too?"

The merchant paused briefly, drank some wine, and didn't say much more.

Cheng Mai understood; it was the place where he and Qin Mai lived when he was undergoing tribulation in the mortal realm.

The thatched hut isn't particularly grand, but it's clear that it's been well-preserved over thousands of years and must have been regularly maintained.

“She must really love eating fish,” Cheng Mai suddenly whispered.

There should be a vast blue lake in front of this gate.

"What did you say?" Shang Xingjian was a little distracted and didn't hear what Cheng Mai had just said.

"It's nothing." Cheng Mai didn't know why he had that thought just now.

Continuing our tour of Shang Xingjian's Qiankun Bag, we found it indeed contained a considerable amount of items, but it was also quite disorganized. It seems that only Shang Xingjian could find what he was looking for here.

"What is this?" Cheng Mai walked for a while and saw something that looked like a small refrigerator.

"refrigerator."

Cheng Mai paused for a moment, realizing that the boss's Qiankun bag was indeed keeping up with the times.

"Can you open it?" Cheng Mai asked politely.

"When did you become so polite?" Shang Xingjian clicked his tongue.

Cheng Mai rolled his eyes discreetly, reached out and opened the refrigerator, only to find that it was also an infinite space. Cheng Mai took a bottle of cola and immediately refilled it with another.

"You've discovered all this. If one day... never mind, with me around, no one can drive you to your doom." Shang Xingjian seemed to be answering his own question.

Cheng Mai heard this and turned to look at Shang Xingjian, "If one day you are no match for the person behind you, I will hide here. I won't starve to death. Is that what you mean?"

Shang Xingjian gave her a cold look and said, "No one in this world is my match."

It was just a worry; he couldn't explain why, but he just couldn't figure it out.

"Don't worry, my life is much more important than yours. If there's any real danger, I'll be the first to run." Cheng Mai said ruthlessly, her eyes occasionally glancing at the thatched hut. "If you want to see, go in and see. Why are you doing such a heavy job?" Shang Xingjian could see her every move.

Cheng Mai chuckled and immediately looked away.

She had no interest in seeing the places where he lived with other women.

The Qiankun Bag was too big to read in a short time, so Cheng Mai decided not to continue reading.

Shang Xingjian waved to her, and Cheng Mai walked over, cursing, "What are you doing?"

Shang Xingjian grabbed her wrist and drew a talisman on her palm.

"what is this?"

After finishing his simple drawing, the merchant continued drinking. "It's a lifesaver. Let's go back."

Cheng Mai looked at his empty palm and quickly caught up with Shang Xingjian. "Boss, do you really just want me to make money for you and manage Xuanhe? You're being so nice to me, you don't have ulterior motives, do you?"

"Are you brainless? Or are you so weak that you can't even handle a little brat?"

Cheng Mai clenched his fists, all the emotion he had just felt vanished. This man deserved to be single for tens of thousands of years.

The two men emerged from the storage bag, and Lao Liu, who had been typing furiously, immediately became respectful, "Boss, Mr. Cheng."

The way he called out "Xiao Cheng" became increasingly sincere.

A magic bag!

Everyone's Qiankun bag is an extremely private possession, especially the boss's Qiankun bag. Little Cheng just went in so brazenly!
Even Shen Luo, the little bird that was raised by the boss, has never been inside!

Cheng Mai squinted slightly at Old Liu's eager expression. "Uncle Liu, something's not right with you."

"No, no, those people are all at the Xuanhe Divine Lord's Palace right now. Boss, do you want to go there now? I think it's about time."

Those so-called highly skilled Taoist priests have been tortured to near death.

Shang Xingjian looked at Cheng Mai, "Didn't you want the Xuantian Temple?"

Cheng Mai nodded. Regardless of the process, she had only one goal: to take over Xuantian Temple and make it a branch of Xuanhe Technology in Fengcheng.

"Boss Shang, Mr. Cheng, the soul contract has been found." The female ghost brought Sanze over, speaking eagerly and obsequiously.

The soul contract was enchanted to prevent these people from stealing it; that damned old Taoist priest.

Therefore, the female ghost could only have Sanze bring the soul contract over.

Sanze blinked and looked at Shang Xingjian and Cheng Mai; he knew it!

He knew these two were no ordinary people!
The abbot used illegal means to control these ghosts, making them commit many evils, but the shopkeeper did nothing, yet these ghosts obeyed him without question.

"Benefactor," Sanze said, offering the soul contract with both hands, still somewhat apprehensive.

Old Liu stepped forward, took the soul contract, and handed it to Cheng Mai with a smile.

Soul contracts are similar to contracts in the human world, containing detailed information about the signatories and clauses outlining the consequences of breach of contract.

Cheng Mai didn't count how many there were, but he tossed them in his hand and found there were quite a few.

"No wonder the incense at the Xuantian Temple in Fengcheng is so popular; it turns out they've all released evil spirits themselves." Cheng Mai sneered, essentially a thief crying "stop thief!"

Sanze's face turned bright red; he had guessed what the Taoist priests had done.

"Benefactor, what will happen to the abbot and the others?" Sanze was still a kind child, and his sense of right and wrong had not yet been corrupted.

(End of this chapter)