When we were walking along the last corridor leading to the treasury, we met an old man with wrinkles all over his face. He was the chief steward of internal affairs.
"Ling Yurou, have you thought about what I told you yesterday?" When the housekeeper smiled, the wrinkles on his forehead merged into a slit, looking quite scary.
"Manager Jin, please show some respect. I am the master and you are just a servant." Ling Yurou said sternly.
"Master? You really think you are the master. You have no children and no favor. Who in the palace would treat you as the master!" Chief Steward Jin said, "You'd better obey me. I will take good care of you and ensure that you have fine clothes and delicious food." As he said that, he rushed towards Ling Yurou regardless of anything.
Wang Xiaohai stepped forward and kicked Manager Jin to the ground.
"Ouch--"
Manager Jin fell down in a mess, and the back of his head hit the ground with a thud. His vision went dark and he almost fainted.
"Asshole, you are just a lowly guard, and you dare to meddle in my business!" Butler Jin cursed and got up.
Wang Xiaohai said nothing, flicked the scabbard with his left thumb, and half of the blade popped out -
"No, don't kill me!" Manager Jin's face changed and he retreated repeatedly.
"This guy has the key to the warehouse." Ling Yurou said, "Don't let him escape. Let him lead the way."
"Really? Alright then!" Wang Xiaohai approached Chief Steward Jin and pressed the hilt of his knife against his back. "Lead the way to the warehouse. Don't say a word. If you dare to utter a single word, I'll chop your neck with my knife."
Manager Jin shrank his neck and walked forward.
"The steward will lead the way for you. I'll go back to the palace and wait for you. I hope you'll keep your promise." Ling Yurou said, "My hands and feet are clumsy and I don't have much strength. I can't help you much if I go over there."
Wang Xiaohai glanced at her, said nothing, and nodded.
The two walked through the corridor and saw a spacious palace in front of them. It had glazed tiles, gilded walls, and bluestone steps. On both sides of the open copper-locked door stood many guards, who were dressed in roughly the same attire as him, but with a slight difference in detail - the style of their belts was different.
Wang Xiaohai followed closely behind Chief Steward Jin. Just as he was about to enter the main gate, the guard called out to him, "Stop—who told you to go in? Don't you know guards aren't allowed in?"
"He's an assassin!" Chief Steward Jin shouted, "Catch him!"
Wang Xiaohai popped out the knife with his left thumb and took it with his right hand. With a flash of the knife, blood splattered on Manager Jin's neck and he fell to the ground.
The guards on the steps drew their swords and rushed towards Wang Xiaohai.
Wang Xiaohai's blade spread out like a full moon, cutting off everyone's weapons. He controlled his strength with incredible precision, only destroying the enemy's swords without hurting their bodies or even cutting a hole in their clothes.
The people who besieged Wang Xiaohai were frightened and fled out of the hall.
Wang Xiaohai closed the heavy door and bolted it from the inside.
There were several panicked palace maids in the treasury hall, but Wang Xiaohai was too lazy to pay attention to them. Instead, he looked around the hall carefully - it was similar to an ordinary house, with two bedrooms and a living room. The living room was filled with antiques, tables and chairs, and many calligraphy and paintings were hung on the walls. Wang Xiaohai was standing in the hall at the moment.
"These antique paintings and calligraphy shouldn't be worth much. The Dimensional Trading Shop probably wouldn't value them. They're probably just waste paper." Wang Xiaohai whispered, "The valuable treasures are inside the two rooms."
He thought of the dimensional store doing business between various planets, buying valuable things and selling them to other planets. These antiques were treasures on this planet, but might be worthless on another planet. Other buyers were not fools and would not spend a lot of money to buy useless things. For example, in a super-civilized society, all craftsmanship was flawless, the percentage of elements in a bowl was accurately calculated, and the scale of the ruler was accurate to nanometers. They would not be interested in these crude antiques full of impurities.
Wang Xiaohai's mind flashed extremely fast. He kicked open the doors of two rooms. One room was filled with silver, piled from the floor to the ceiling; the other room was filled with large and small red lacquered wooden boxes, which were padlocked. Wang Xiaohai opened the box, and the jewels shone brightly. There were agates, pearls, jades, gold hairpins, etc.
"Another-dimensional virtual store system, come here quickly." Wang Xiaohai called the store interface, and a comic girl jumped out. She had no entity, but was just an illusory existence.
"How can I help you?" asked the comic girl.
"Please open the transaction and recycling interface." Wang Xiaohai said quickly.
"Okay." The scene in front of Wang Xiaohai turned into a black hole vortex. He immediately grabbed a box with one hand and threw the jewelry and other valuables into the vortex.
Then a constantly jumping number appeared next to the vortex. It was obvious that the store was calculating the recycling value and giving out corresponding dimensional coins, which were transferred to Wang Xiaohai's Xingyuan Card.
Wang Xiaohai used the Qi Control Technique to condense his energy, and his huge palm shattered the entire wall, grabbing the silver from the other room and pulling it back. The giant palm flew over the recycling interface, with the thumb pointing upwards and the little finger leaving an opening, and the silver poured down like a funnel.
Watching the silver falling from the little finger of the giant hand in the sky like rain and just falling into the recycling interface with a slightly tilted angle, Wang Xiaohai felt particularly comfortable. This picture has a rhythmic beauty that people with obsessive-compulsive disorder like.
A minute later, all the silver fell and the giant hand formed by martial energy disappeared.
"Dear, thank you for trading with the Other-Dimensional Store. The jewelry has been converted for you. The total value of the items obtained by the store in this transaction is 81.07 million taels of silver, which is equivalent to 810 dimensional coins. Do you want to confirm the transaction?" The comic girl stretched out her hand and clicked on the interface, and a confirmation and cancellation message box appeared. If Wang Xiaohai clicked cancel, the system would spit out the silver and treasures obtained again.
"Did you eat the extra 70,000 taels of silver?" Wang Xiaohai nodded in confirmation. "That's too heartless! 70,000 taels of silver is enough for a hundred families to live on for decades!"
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