Merchants are born profit-driven vultures; they pounce on anything that offers a chance to make money without hesitation.
The salt merchants, facing a host of competitors, gained immense benefits by "flattering" the Goddess of Wealth—or so they believed.
Others were not so eager to hand over their money to Ling Xiao; the amount involved was enough to bury the entire Lin mansion in gold and silver.
"So, if you find a way, being a capitalist is much more enjoyable than being a robber."
The Goddess of Wealth said with satisfaction.
He nodded vigorously.
One salt merchant after another bought the treasure chests, excitedly drawing lots and eagerly watching the small boxes.
Merchants would be dejected if they received a low-value item, but if the Goddess of Wealth certified it as high-value, they would be overjoyed, and the salt merchants watching would also be thrilled.
A frenzied atmosphere filled the small space.
Lin Ruhai held a cup of tea and quietly watched this scene.
The God of Wealth, now as youthful as a maiden, no longer has blood on his hands; gold jingles as it falls, bestowing blessings upon you.
As for how much good fortune one receives, that depends on one's own luck.
After the salt merchant finished purchasing the treasure chests, Ling Xiao and the system made a fortune, not only gathering enough silver to unlock the next level of the shop, but also having more than enough.
Ling Xiao: Smiling...
The salt merchants, carrying large piles of the goods they had just unearthed, were equally satisfied.
Just then, Lin Ruhai stood up and walked to the God of Wealth, his eyes reflecting the God of Wealth's face, and asked:
"Since the Goddess of Wealth claims that the treasure chest contains everything and can accomplish anything in the world, then... what if someone were to be resurrected?"
Ling Xiao remained silent for a moment, not at all surprised that someone mentioned resurrection, but he just didn't expect it to be Lin Ruhai.
There are many fools in the world, and immortality and resurrection are probably the most obsessive.
There are probably no more people who want to live forever than the countless people who want to bring their family and loved ones back to life.
However, as her accomplice, "Chang Sheng" is a given—Ling Xiao is firmly confident that she can wreak havoc on the world for over a thousand years.
Resurrection... well, it's not impossible.
The Goddess of Wealth replied with a smile:
"I really like a quote from a god in another world: everything is an equal exchange."
"Anything can be accomplished if you're willing to pay the price."
She looked at Lin Tanhua before her, seemingly not considering resurrection a difficult task, and smiled charmingly.
"Items that can revive you must be opened from at least a level 5 treasure chest, and the probability of obtaining them is very low," the God of Wealth asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Most importantly, do you have enough to pay?"
The girl in red cast a phantom glance at the people who were listening intently, making no attempt to hide her contempt:
"Even if all the silver and gold in the mortal realm filled an entire country, it wouldn't be enough to buy one of my level-five treasure chests."
Lin Ruhai smiled and shook his head. He asked this question in order to curb people's imaginations in advance.
The other salt merchants also sighed softly, and one of them, still unwilling to give up, asked:
"Goddess of Wealth, if resurrection is not possible, then how about immortality, no, extension of life?"
Ling Xiao was getting annoyed by the constant talk of people wanting immortality; the idea of relying on a single trick was just boring to her.
The young girl, now the Goddess of Wealth, turned cold and spoke with annoyance:
"They're so annoying. They have no self-awareness whatsoever, always harboring wishful thinking and relentlessly greedy."
"Even if you sold all your good deeds for ten lifetimes, you still couldn't afford a single longevity pill."
I was practically applauding these audacious merchants in my heart when I heard the host ask:
"Buy me some anesthetic at the mall."
"Received!" The system, like the most competent soldier, swiftly executed the order.
The merchant trembled, yet he felt he had done nothing wrong. Who wouldn't want to live a long and healthy life? He also thought to himself that the Goddess of Wealth was too temperamental; she had only asked one question.
Lin Ruhai understood perfectly well that if this precedent were set, and living deities were considered to have good tempers...
On the surface, the Goddess of Wealth sighed softly, looked at the merchant who had asked for an extension of his life, and suddenly spoke:
"Since you're in a bad mood today, let's send your soul for a visit to the underworld."
Everyone's expression changed drastically, especially the "pioneer" who was so frightened that he almost fainted. He knelt down and begged for mercy.
The next second, carrying the anesthetic needle, he eagerly squatted down on the neck of the person who had spoken.
Sizzle, the tiny needle pierced the flesh; the technique was far superior to that of a certain "genius," finding the vein at least on the first try.
Those present watched in horror as the salt merchant, without warning, rolled his eyes back and fell fast asleep.
Clap clap clap, Ling Xiao clapped his hands and said:
"What are you still doing here? Do you want to go to the underworld for a visit?"
No, no, no, the salt merchants fled in droves, but they didn't forget to live up to their merchant nature—they were covered from head to toe with the goods they had brought.
Lin Ruhai calmly instructed his men to escort the "pioneer" to the guest room, then asked Ling Xiao with a smile:
"So the Goddess of Wealth has a connection to the underworld too!"
"What a load of crap," Ling Xiao scoffed inwardly, replying:
"So what if it's the underworld? The gods and ghosts there also have needs. As long as there are needs, the God of Wealth has room to maneuver. As for those without needs, we'll just create them."
"It should be the Goddess of Wealth, the righteous deity," the goddess of wealth said matter-of-factly.
Wow... is the God of Wealth such a powerful deity?
Lin Ruhai silently overturned his previous impression and wrote down the fact that the "God of Wealth" had appeared in a subtle yet clear way in the secret memorial.
He was very rational. The news of the God of Wealth's appearance could not be concealed. First of all, he needed to understand the God of Wealth's own attitude. In order to become a true deity, the more people who did business with her, the better.
Moreover, a large number of salt merchants spent mountains of silver to open treasure chests and obtain those "treasures." Even if it was just to appease their families, they would still spread the news.
Rather than letting both of our immediate superiors suspect: "Hey, why is Lin Ruhai being so secretive about the God of Wealth? Does he have ulterior motives?"
He's not stupid, I might as well tell them myself first!
In the hall, the lonely black dog, who had fainted from fright, slowly awoke, feeling as if it were in a daze. When it remembered everything, it was overcome with grief and began to wail.
"Mom, I want to go home!"
On Ling Xiao's side.
"Host, you only used anesthesia to knock that person unconscious. He can only sleep for a few hours at most. What if he wakes up and says he didn't go to the underworld?"
"What are you talking about? One injection and he'll sleep for a few hours. Just give him another injection when he's about to wake up."
After Ling Xiao finished speaking, seeing that his little system had finally come to its senses and realized what was happening, he added:
"As for the underworld, didn't our last reward include a dream-entering technique? This is a good opportunity for us to practice; weaving the underworld is quite simple."
As he spoke, Ling Xiao quickly stuffed fragments of his memory into his hands.
"Ahhh... Get out! Don't come any closer!"
The ball of light was so frightened by the flesh, tentacles, ghosts and monsters that it jumped around like crazy, cursing the main god a hundred times in its heart!
Why establish a mental connection between the system and the host? Other systems could use this to control the host, causing him immense suffering!
Venting his anger, he fabricated the dreams of unfortunate souls. The despicable capitalist Ling Xiao snapped his fingers and lazily said:
"Keep it up! The next ones to experience your skills will be the Emperor and the Retired Emperor. When you go to the capital to make money, you have to talk to the local bigwigs first, right?"
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