Go and capture those thirty-six fierce villains.

The old shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly ran into the back room.

Six Molten Gold Qi Condensation Pills—they usually don't sell that many in three months. Today they've really struck gold!

Feng Hanying asked in surprise, "Six Gold-Melting Qi-Condensing Pills, even with an 80% discount, would still cost over 3,800 taels of silver. Do you have enough silver on you?"

She was unaware that Qin Ning had received payment at the Zhao residence, nor was she aware of the unexpected gain the other party had made in the ink bag.

Qin Ning was about to say that it was enough, but before she could finish speaking, she suddenly smiled and said, "It's not enough, but you're still here."

Feng Hanying was taken aback, then blinked: "You still owe me ten taels of silver!"

"So, will you lend it to me or not?" Qin Ning's tone was more teasing.

Feng Hanying bit her lip, her pale hands clenched tightly, and after hesitating for a long time, she finally squeezed out a single word through gritted teeth, her expression pained: "Borrow!"

As she spoke, she reached out and touched the five copper coin-shaped ink pouches at her waist.

Qin Ning reached out to stop him.

"Alright, just kidding. I have money."

He gently scratched the little black cat's chin, caught the stack of silver notes that the cat spat out of its mouth, and waved them in front of Feng Hanying.

"Where did you get so much money?!"

I found it the day before yesterday.

Qin Ning felt that there was nothing wrong with what he said. Picking up things on the road is picking them up, and picking them up from someone else's corpse is also picking them up.

Feng Hanying wanted to ask more questions, but at that moment the old shopkeeper came out from the back room carrying several brocade boxes.

"Guest, please inspect the goods."

As he spoke, he opened the brocade box one by one, revealing six pale yellow, perfectly round pills encased in thin crystal, lying quietly inside.

The exterior looks fine, but Qin Ning left the rest of the details to Feng Hanying.

Only her teacher in Bei'an City can refine this elixir, so it would be best for her to come and test it.

She randomly selected a pill, carefully removed the glass cover, and gently scraped off a layer of powder with a small silver spoon, then held it to her delicate nose to smell it.

"There's nothing wrong with the medicine."

"Alright, here's the silver note." Qin Ning said, counting out three thousand eight hundred and forty taels and handing it over.

The old shopkeeper didn't round down the price; instead, he took out several more porcelain bottles, indicating that these pills were a gift for Qin Ning.

After exchanging money and goods, the two left Feiyun Trading Company.

Qin Ning looked up at the sky, then turned and said, "Come on, let's go buy some things."

Like a young couple who had just moved house in their past lives, the two went to buy bedding, pots and pans, and other items. They then went to the brokerage to find Old Zhang, paid off the outstanding fees, and asked him to replace the couplets and signboard in front of the clinic as soon as possible.

Then, he strolled leisurely towards Anhe Street, enjoying the autumn breeze.

Not long after entering Anhe Street, Feng Hanying sensed something and whispered in Qin Ning's ear:

"Strange, why are all the people on the street staring at us?"

Qin Ning also noticed something was wrong. The look wasn't one of appreciation for their appearance, but rather a mixture of strange glances and whispers.

It felt like something had happened at your house, but your neighbor knew before you and was gossiping about it, only to suddenly see you come back.

"Oh no, my clinic!"

Qin Ning grabbed Feng Hanying's wrist and walked quickly forward. When they reached the end of the street, they found that the clinic, which they had locked when they left home that morning, had its door violently smashed open.

Everywhere you look, there is a mess.

The old ash wood counter was smashed to pieces by a sharp object, and all the empty boxes used to hold herbs were pulled out and smashed all over the ground.

The house was robbed... Qin Ning narrowed her eyes in anger and took a deep breath.

Just then, a group of people walked out from the small door leading to the backyard, led by the hooligan leader who had made those harsh remarks yesterday.

However, he was not the main character today. Behind him, a young man of about twenty years old, wearing a yellow and blue satin jacket and a jade belt on his forehead, walked out surrounded by a crowd.

"Young Master Liu, this kid is the new owner of the clinic!" The leader of the hooligans shouted to the young man surrounded by others behind him as soon as he saw Qin Ning standing outside the door.

That wasn't all. After shouting, he immediately added fuel to the fire, saying, "That bastard, upon hearing your name that day, not only didn't obediently submit, but even went so far as to insult you, calling you...you are..."

"What did you call me?" The young man raised his eyebrows and glanced at Qin Ning standing outside the door, asking nonchalantly. Then, when he saw Feng Hanying beside Qin Ning, his eyes immediately lit up with lewdness.

Such a beauty is far superior to the vulgar women in brothels; she could even rival the most beautiful courtesans in the Imperial Music Bureau.

"I dare not say..." The ruffian leader lowered his head.

He was tall and burly, and damn good at stirring up trouble... Qin Ning glanced at the rascal leader who was putting on such a show, and slipped into the clinic: "I called you a good-for-nothing who only knows how to bully others and is afraid of the strong. This guy agreed with me back then, but I don't know why he's so hesitant in front of you today."

Qin Ning casually made up a story, his gaze sweeping over the young man and the people beside him.

Among them were two unfamiliar faces. One had a long sword at his waist, bulging temples, and obvious calluses on his hands, clearly indicating he was a martial artist. The other was dressed in a scholar's robe with a folding fan at his waist, looking like a scholar, but the folding fan at his waist was made of metal, clearly indicating he also possessed some skill.

"Young master, I didn't..." the ruffian leader stammered, suddenly feeling a lightness in his body as he was lifted into the air, his gaze rapidly drawing closer to the mottled old wall.

Boom!

Qin Ning pulled his leg back, seemingly unconcerned as if he had casually swatted a fly, and narrowed his eyes: "Just to confirm, you're the ones who smashed up my clinic, right?"

"That's right, this clinic of yours is mine..." The young man withdrew his lewd gaze, but before he could finish speaking, the handsome young man dressed as a doctor rushed over.

"Enough with the nonsense, just know it was you who smashed it!"

Qin Ning moved like an arrow, his aura shaking away the hooligans surrounding the young man, and his heavy punch went straight for the opponent's face.

With a clang!

The martial artist behind the young man drew his long sword: "How dare you!"

The blade and the roar arrived simultaneously. Qin Ning saw the steel blade slashing towards his wrist, but instead of fear, his eyes revealed excitement.

He changed his fist into a palm, extended his index and middle fingers that had just been tempered the night before, and reached out to probe and then pinch.

when--!

The powerful and heavy slash was clamped tightly, unable to move an inch.

"A seventh-rank martial artist!?"

The swordsman exclaimed in surprise, his eyes filled with astonishment. The person in front of him was clearly dressed as a doctor, yet his martial arts skills were so extraordinary.

It's clear that they're pursuing a path that combines medicine and martial arts.

What's even more chilling is that this person is too young, having pursued two different cultivation paths, and yet still managed to reach the seventh-grade martial artist realm at such a young age.

Such talent is simply astonishing!

You answered correctly, but there's no reward.

Qin Ning spoke in a teasing tone, but his gaze was icy as he swept it over the still-dazed Young Master Liu.

He flicked his finger against the steel blade, instantly deflecting the long sword blocking his way, and then clenched his fist to continue smashing at the young man.

"Brother Deng, save me!"

The young man finally came to his senses and retreated rapidly while shouting for help to the scholar-like man.

Splash—thump!

A metal folding fan opened, blocking Qin Ning's aggressive fist, and at the same time, a gentle and clear voice rang out.

"You have a bad temper."