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Chapter 333 Changes in the Great Yong Dynasty

So much blood, in the end only 7 drops of silver blood were coagulated after being burned dry.

"Is this the blood of silver?" Qin Ziwen stared at the seven drops of blood in the pot and turned the pot around.

Inside, silvery blood droplets rolled like mercury.

Mogu said, "This thing can be touched directly with your hands."

Qin Ziwen poured the contents of the pot into his hand.

The silvery blood droplets landed in my palm, heavy as iron beads.

He pinched it; it had a certain elasticity and a warm, smooth feel.

Qin Ziwen said with surprise, "That's interesting."

Throw out your insights.

[Level 3 Rare Item] Silver Blood (Minor) (A bloodline-type rare item that, after being processed using special methods, can enhance the life essence)

This silver blood is actually a level three rare item.

However, the portion size is a bit small.

Judging from the description, its effect should be as Mogu described, requiring special processing, which is likely cooking.

The only pity is that this silver blood is not considered an aquatic wonder.

This puzzled Qin Ziwen.

In his view, there must be a connection between blood and water, so why shouldn't the rare substances extracted from blood count?

The teaching building is on the fourth floor, north of the residential area.

Traveling merchants' teahouse.

As the community continues to develop, the value of the Xingshang Tea House has gradually declined to some extent.

Because of the addition of many buildings in the community, most daily necessities can be produced and sold locally, including cloth, ironware, pottery, and so on.

The merchants encountered at the traveling merchant teahouse are all random, and because of the prohibitions in Dayong, most things such as ironware cannot be purchased.

Over time, the value of this building gradually declined, and more often than not, it served as a channel for information.

Of course, the neighborhood and Dayong are separated by countless worlds, so even if you know something about it, it won't be of much use.

Therefore, although the Qin Alliance still maintains the operation of the traveling teahouse, its importance has declined by several levels.

Inside the simple teahouse building set up in the room, a group of vendors carrying loads on shoulder poles walked in.

Upon entering the room, they observed their surroundings. The drastically different environment indicated that this was no ordinary teahouse. Some astute individuals guessed that this might be the place mentioned in folk tales.

Within the group, several people glanced around, a subtle glint of malice flashing in their eyes.

The Qin Alliance member sitting by the window tapped on the table and asked lazily, "Guest, is there anything you'd like to buy?"

The merchants did not answer, but instead exchanged glances.

One of the guards behind him silently drew his knife.

Seeing this, the garrison member chuckled, poked open the window with a pole, and shouted, "We've come to greet our guests!" Footsteps came from outside the corridor, and a group of Qin Alliance members carrying crossbows rushed in, raised their crossbows, and stood in a row.

The merchants who had initially harbored certain intentions suddenly cleared their eyes.

"Sir, there was a minor conflict at the merchant teahouse just now. A group of merchants came in and tried to rob us, but they were all dealt with," Jia Liangcai reported.

After hearing the news, Qin Ziwen felt that there had been a big change. "These merchants are much bolder than before."

Jia Liangcai said, "I heard that the imperial court is levying exorbitant taxes and levies. The northern grasslands have been conquered, and there are many uprisings in Dayong. The land is engulfed in flames. Most of the merchants who are still traveling outside are restless, or they are backed by some powerful forces."

Qin Ziwen seemed to be deep in thought. From this perspective, the territory of Dayong seemed to be in the final years of a dynasty.

If some more time passes, will the Great Yong Dynasty be replaced by a new dynasty?

Having witnessed a dynasty decline and experienced turmoil, I myself have led my homeland through one world after another, like a passerby detached from the world.

"Sir, that caravan was selling grain. There was a drought and war in Youzhou, and the price of grain kept rising. These people were carrying more than a dozen carts of raw grain to sell in Youzhou, but we have now seized them."

"The raw grain, I remember it was rice with the husk on."

Jia Liangcai said, "Yes, sir, because grains with husks are easier to store and less prone to mold, which is beneficial for long-distance transportation, large-scale trade generally uses raw grains. Moreover, raw grains with husks are also heavier on the scale. Only wealthy households usually buy refined grains."

"That's perfect. Old Wei is working on new farmland, and this batch of rice can be planted right away. Once the scale gets bigger, we'll be able to eat rice and noodles regularly." Qin Ziwen was quite pleased. Although he ate plenty of meat every day, he hadn't had rice and noodles in a long time and missed them quite a bit.

When Wei Zhaohua heard the news, he rushed over and his eyes lit up when he saw the bags of rice with husks still on.

He quickly assured them that he would definitely plant this batch of rice well.

Meanwhile, the merman chieftain, having returned to his tribe, arrived at a temple in the eastern part of the tribe.

Unlike deep-sea temples, this temple is located southeast of the tribe, mostly hidden in a dense coral reef.

The temple looked very dilapidated, with its surface pitted and moss growing in the cracks between the bricks.

Inside the temple, a large but withered old merman lay half-reclined on a stone chair. Unlike other mermen, this old merman had a flat head with the sides of his skull extending outwards, making him look somewhat like a "hammerhead shark".

With his eyelids drooping and his cloudy eyes gleaming white, the old merman turned his head toward the temple entrance at the sound of flowing water.

The merfolk leader stood up straight before it, then bowed. "Elder, I need the clan's records of the interior of the Black Mountain to the west."

The old merman raised his eyelids, his voice trembling with age, "You're working so hard to help that human, aren't you afraid of repeating my mistakes?"

“Elder, I trust my sense of smell,” the merman chieftain said confidently.

The old merman chieftain remained silent for a long time. He knew the merman leader's talent. "Don't be too confident in your abilities. Humans are fickle. They may be your friends today, but they may become your enemies tomorrow."

“Qin is not that kind of person.” The merman chieftain shook his head. He had been to Qin’s homeland and seen how Qin treated his merman people. He only believed what he saw.

The old merfolk chieftain raised his head, his cloudy, whitish eyes staring at the sky. After a long while, he slowly said, "Just like me."

The merman leader said, "That's why you chose me to be your successor."

The old merman chieftain said, “I once led humans to the depths of the Black Mountain. I know a path and I know that what they want is there. But remember, once you go in, don’t stay too long. Take what you want and leave quickly.”

After saying that, it bent down and groped around on the back of the stone chair beneath it, and soon pulled out a stone slab.

The old merman chieftain ran his fingers along the patterns on the stone slab before finally handing it to the merman leader. "Go," he said, "I hope you don't follow in my footsteps, and I hope your judgment is better than mine."

(End of this chapter)