“Okay.” Shen Helin reached out and released a few spirit stones.

Upon receiving the spirit stones, Chu Kuo's eyes and brows were beaming with joy.

This trip was incredibly profitable!

The Lingzhou speedboat took off and sped off in a southwest direction.

The border black market is right next to Poison Doctor Valley, and even by small speedboat, it takes seven days to get there.

Seeing Shen Helin sitting silently on the edge of the deck, Su Diandian cautiously beckoned to Chu Kuo with her finger.

Chu Kuo gestured with his hands: What's wrong?

Su Diandian pointed at Shen Helin, who was deep in thought with his eyes closed, and then made a throat-slitting gesture.

She meant that she wanted to kill this guy.

At first, she did hope that Shen Helin could take her to the Poison Doctor Valley, but now Chu Kuo is here.

Such a scourge deserves to go to hell.

Unfortunately, the souls he harvested were not waiting for him in hell.

No, Lu Jian will take good care of him.

Seeing that Chu Kuo did not respond, Su Diandian repeated the same action as before.

Chu Kuo quickly shook his head and gestured rapidly with his hands: He couldn't beat him.

Su Diandian pursed her lips, then suddenly thought of something.

She mouthed silently, "Does the Myriad Immortals Alliance have a bounty on cases involving the harvesting of cultivators' souls?"

Chu Kuo nodded hurriedly, then held up five fingers: Yes, the reward is 50,000 spirit stones.

Su Diandian smiled with satisfaction, then pointed at Shen Helin: He is the culprit.

Chu Kuo turned his head to look at Shen Helin in disbelief, as if the person in front of him had turned into fifty thousand glittering spirit stones.

That's fifty thousand spirit stones, not five!

He gritted his teeth and made a "take it down" gesture.

Su Diandian gave a thumbs up without hesitation.

Domineering.

The question is, how can we take this person down?

She witnessed the entire scene of Shen Helin opening the Heavenly Palace Small World.

How could she and Chu Kuo possibly handle a powerful figure who could temporarily elevate their cultivation to the Nascent Soul stage?

After much deliberation, the two decided to try poisoning the victim first.

What kind of poison could kill a Nascent Soul cultivator?

Su Diandian examined all the poisons in the storage bag, but none of them seemed reliable.

She shook her head at Chu Kuo, indicating that she had not found a suitable poison.

"The Myriad Gu Pill!" she mouthed silently, "The Myriad Gu Pill will definitely work."

A poisonous pill that makes her feel like she's about to have diarrhea would definitely be the best choice.

Chu Kuo hesitated, touching his storage bag before giving his immediate reply.

He did indeed still have one Wan Gu Dan, but it was a seventh-grade pill, quite valuable, and he really couldn't bear to part with it.

Seeing through his true nature as a stainless steel rooster, Su Diandian took out a spirit stone and shook it.

Can't she just buy it with spirit stones?

"Okay, definitely!" Chu Kuo nodded hurriedly and quietly tossed the box containing the Ten Thousand Gu Pills into her arms.

Su Diandian hid the Ten Thousand Gu Pill, got up and walked to Shen Helin, "Great-grandson, are you hungry?"

Shen Helin didn't even lift his eyelids. "I'm practicing fasting."

"Tsk tsk." Su Diandian curled her lips. "You love farming so much, yet you insist on fasting. This is a great disrespect for food."

Spirit cultivators who grow spiritual rice, spiritual wheat, and other crops cherish the food they produce most.

Spiritual cultivators pour their hearts into spiritual crops no less than ordinary farmers.

To say he doesn't respect food?

Shen Helin opened his eyes with displeasure: "I take good care of those spiritual crops every day, how could I possibly disrespect them?"

Su Diandian started to exaggerate, "As spiritual crops, they encountered an owner who didn't know how to appreciate them. Their biggest dream in this life is probably to be eaten by their owner."

Upon hearing this, Shen Helin looked displeased. After hesitating for a while, he took out a small bag of spirit rice and asked, "Shall we cook some?"

Su Diandian snatched the bag away. "Good great-grandson, just you wait and see! Your great-grandmother will definitely turn your spirit rice into a delicious meal."

However, it seems she doesn't have any kitchen utensils.

After a moment's thought, Su Diandian took out a ceramic spittoon.

Upon seeing the spittoon, Shen Helin asked in confusion, "Is this a pot? It looks like..."

What did it look like again?

He was momentarily dazed. The function and name of the thing in front of him seemed to be in his mind, but it was always shrouded in a fog, making it impossible to see clearly.

"Of course it looks like a pot! No, this is a pot!"

Su Diandian patted the lid of the spittoon. "Great-grandson, you don't understand, do you? This is the most popular cooking utensil among ordinary people nowadays. Look at the beautiful curves of this pot, and look at this perfectly fitting lid. Even if you put a stench bomb in it, not a single odor will escape."

"Strange smell?" A hint of doubt appeared on Shen Helin's tanned face, as if something was about to emerge.

"This isn't... that..."

Just as he was about to remember something, Su Diandian reached out and smacked him on the forehead, "How dare you question your ancestors?"

Shen Helin was stunned by the beating, and the truth that was about to pop into his mind completely vanished.

He stammered, "Then I'll trouble you... Grandpa... please cook this meal."