They must have been fooled to think that Mu Dawanku was a hermit! This philistine is really out of control!

"Wait, you just said that these remaining flowers and plants can't be sold for much money?" Mu Hanyan suddenly turned around and asked Che Xiang.

Che Xiang was stunned for a moment, then nodded blankly, and answered in confusion: "Yes, these can't be sold for much money."

"It doesn't mean it can be sold for much money, but it can still be sold for some money?" Mu Hanyan caught another meaning in this sentence.

Che Xiang finally understood what Mu Hanyan meant. He twitched his lips and said reluctantly, "Yes, I can still sell it for a little money..."

"That's it. Hurry up and put everything away. Move quickly. Even a mosquito is meat!" Mu Hanyan said to several people with a frown and a cold look, then she sat down on a large flat rock, swinging her feet leisurely and giving orders.

The corners of Zirong's mouths twitched in unison. They looked at each other, then silently went to look for things and clean up the remaining herbs.

This is not just mercenary behavior, it is simply plucking feathers from a passing goose!

Then several people hurriedly worked hard, while Mu Hanyan sat aside, took out a bag of roasted chestnuts from somewhere, and ate it with relish.

There's nothing I can do. He's a young master, so as a young master, I should just sit aside and watch others work.

Zirong and the others were disillusioned with Mu Hanyan's image as a hermit, but when they found three purses, each containing no less than 500 taels of silver notes, they suddenly felt that it would be better for this person to be more materialistic.

"You three can divide it up." Mu Hanyan looked at the purse in Zirong's hand and waved her hand nonchalantly. "We found it all anyway. You three can divide it up and have some wine and some meat or something."

Mu Nan looked at Mu Hanyan eagerly, then pointed at himself and asked pitifully, "What about me?" The three people Mu Hanyan mentioned were divided up, and it was obvious that Mu Nan was not included.

"You still need money?" Mu Hanyan rolled her eyes. "What are you doing? Do you believe I'll ask you to pay me back?"

Mu Nan stumbled in shock and nearly fell, and waved his hands hastily: "No, no, this money was picked up for free anyway. I think it's a good idea for the three of them to share it."

Zirong and the others watched Mu Nan, who looked like a wilted little rooster, and laughed inwardly. Mu Nan was clearly the one being bullied, but no matter how they looked at him, he looked like he was enjoying it. Perhaps this was the charm of their young master.

After dividing the money, we continued looking for herbs.

…

At the edge of the stone formation in the distance, Mu Cheng looked at the scene in dismay, as if he had just been struck by lightning and couldn't recover for a long time.

He arrived a little late, and didn't encounter Miss Zhao Si and the others who had escaped into the stone formation and passed through the other side, nor did he see what had happened earlier. When he arrived, he saw Qu Shanhai and the others attacking the Dragon Blood Stone with the might of a great swordsman, only to be sent flying into the air. Then, he saw Mu Hanyan break through the defense with incredible ease and obtain the Dragon Blood Stone.

Then, a man who made him feel ashamed of himself mysteriously appeared and knocked away both of Qu Shanhai's sword sheaths as he attempted to snatch the Dragon Blood Stone from Mu Hanyan. However, his target wasn't the Dragon Blood Stone. After staring at Mu Hanyan for a long moment, he drifted away. He seemed to say something, but it was too far away to be heard.

What on earth was going on? How did Mu Hanyan accomplish something that even a group of great swordsmen couldn't? And why did that man help Mu Hanyan? What was the relationship between them?