Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Supply Cannot Meet Demand, Hard Work Always Bears Fruit! You Are… A Transmigrator?

【Elder Chen said it was medicine for breeding sows at the livestock farm on the next street.】

【You: ……】

【Alright.】

【You can't be blamed for this. It was Xiao Wei who asked you for it.】

【After this incident, your reputation for 'secret medicine' spread far and wide.】

【Many of your fair-weather friends came seeking the miracle drug.】

【You had no choice but to reluctantly sell them the medicine—which cost mere dozens of copper coins to make—at the tearful price of 1,000 taels per packet.】

【Don't blame you. They bought it themselves.】

【You were forced into this.】

【This bunch are all scions of Capital City's nobility—money means nothing to them.】

【Your medicine, which cost a few dozen copper coins per packet, was somehow in short supply.】

【Many demanded you increase the supply.】

【And so, in just 5 days, you tearfully raked in over 200,000 taels of silver.】

【That figure doesn't even include the 5,000 taels you split with Elder Chen.】

【But after 5 days, there was nothing left to earn.】

【Because your miracle medicine was so obscenely profitable, several apothecaries had it analyzed for its ingredients—and discovered it was breeding medicine for sows.】

【Your fair-weather friends, upon hearing this, had their faces turn black one by one, all declaring they were cutting ties with you.】

【But you were completely unfazed.】

【Most of these people befriended you for the sake of your identity as the sole grandson of the Guardian King—even after being swindled, they couldn't truly sever ties.】

【They could only swallow this silent grievance.】

【After this storm passed, you assumed no one would come to you for 'secret medicine' again.】

【Unexpectedly, Xiao Wei came to your door once more, money in hand.】

【You said in astonishment: This is medicine for breeding sows. You still want it?】

【Xiao Wei gave a sly grin: Whatever the medicine, as long as it works.】

【This time, you couldn't help but give him a thumbs-up.】

【This fellow… is truly a talent.】

【On the 25th day, you and Xiao Wei once again headed to the Intoxicating Fragrance House to listen to music.】

【On the way back, through the carriage window, you spotted a beautiful woman carrying a dirty little boy, walking briskly past the carriage.】

【You immediately ordered the carriage to stop and had your guards grab the little boy.】

【Xiao Wei said in shock: No way—Brother Zhao, you're not even letting a little boy off?】

【You told him to shut up.】

【What nonsense was he spouting?】

【It's not like you're a priest!】

【The reason you did this was because you spotted, on that little boy, a very rare tag: Hard Work Always Bears Fruit!】

【Hard Work Always Bears Fruit (Six-Star Green): When learning any cultivation art or skill, every effort will always yield results.】

"This is a godly tag!"

Zhao Jin saw this simulated information and was so excited he nearly leapt to his feet.

His body, due to the poison, was completely unable to cultivate.

If the tag's description isn't watered down, doesn't that mean even a waste like him could cultivate?

This tag—he had to get his hands on it no matter what!

【Your guards stepped up to the beautiful woman, let out a sinister grin, and in one swift, brutal motion, snatched the little boy away.】

【Upon seeing her child taken, the beautiful woman did not scream—she turned and ran.】

【You had your guards catch her.】

【You only meant to borrow the child temporarily—you weren't actually stealing anyone. If she ran off, who would you return the child to?】

【Xiao Wei watched this scene unfold, a strange look filling his eyes—so this is how you play, huh.】

【You paid no attention to that fellow. After gripping the little boy's arm for an incense stick's time, you successfully transferred that tag onto yourself.】

【Next, you couldn't wait to return and try out the effects.】

【You had your guards return the little boy to the beautiful woman and stuffed 100 taels of silver into her hands.】

【Unexpectedly, the dirty little boy shook his head like a rattle drum, saying the beautiful woman was not his mother and he didn't recognize her.】

【You were taken aback. Could this be human trafficking?】

【No wonder the beautiful woman had behaved so strangely.】

【You are a kindhearted person. Having already taken the godly tag from the little boy, you would naturally lend him a hand.】

【You had your guards deal with the matter.】

【As for you—you couldn't just stand around waiting—you returned to Guardian King's Manor ahead of him.】

【Next, how to test this tag?】

【You summoned Guard Commander Dian Cheng-feng and had him teach you a simple blade art.】

【Dian Cheng-feng was completely stunned—you were Capital City's most notorious waste when it came to martial cultivation. How were you going about this foolish tinkering again today?】

【And so, Dian Cheng-feng taught you a set of Wind-Cleaving Blade Art, the kind used to lay down the basics for guards.】

【You spent half a day learning this blade art, but felt nothing unusual in your body.】

【Damn, this tag wouldn't actually be lying, would it?】

【Wasn't it supposed to be: hard work always bears fruit?】

【Gritting your teeth, you persisted for another hour and finally grasped the movements at a relatively standard level.】

【At this moment, as you performed a set of Wind-Cleaving Blade Art, a line of small text suddenly appeared at the bottom of your personal panel.】

【Blade swing x1—Wind-Cleaving Blade Art Proficiency +1】

【Seeing it was working, you swung even harder.】

【Wind-Cleaving Blade Art +1】

【Wind-Cleaving Blade Art +1】

【Wind-Cleaving Blade Art +1】

……

【You performed 15 sets in a single breath, stopping only when utterly exhausted and your movements began to fall apart.】

【At this point, your panel information had already changed to: Wind-Cleaving Blade Art Lv1 (15/50)】

【Lv1 means the first tier?】

【The Wind-Cleaving Blade Art has 4 tiers in total.】

【If that's truly the meaning, it would take no more than 2 days to break through to the second tier.】

【Even if this is a basic blade art, at such a cultivation speed, this still counts as a minor blade art genius.】

【This Hard Work Always Bears Fruit is truly impressive.】

【You almost thought it was a scam.】

【And nearby, Guard Commander Dian Cheng-feng stared wide-eyed, as though he had seen a ghost.】

【A waste at martial cultivation?】

【This is clearly a martial genius!】

【Most importantly, the young master had always been frail and weak before—yet now he could swing through so many sets in a single breath.】

【It was as if he were a completely different person from before.】

【Could it be that he'd taken some drug, or… a transmigrator?】

Zhao Jin slapped his thigh.

Oh no.

Zhao Jin hadn't heard much information about transmigrators before—he probably just wasn't in that circle.

But Guardian King's Manor's Guard Commander Dian Cheng-feng was a Mystic Core Realm Martial Venerate at the Fourth Realm—he clearly knew some insider details about transmigrators.

And in the Primordial Realm group, the first forbidden rule for transmigrators was: never reveal your identity as a transmigrator.

If this was ever discovered, the consequences would be unthinkable.

The simulated version of him felt like he was about to kick the bucket.

【Afterward, Dian Cheng-feng dismissed everyone present and asked if you were a transmigrator.】

That direct?

Zhao Jin was extremely nervous.

Was this a confrontation?

【You were inwardly startled, but kept your expression deliberately blank and said: What is a transmigrator?】

【Dian Cheng-feng gave you a long, deep look and said: Since the young master doesn't know, it's best not to find out.】

【After that, Dian Cheng-feng also warned you not to practice martial arts in public, as it would easily invite misunderstanding. He then led you into an underground chamber, saying this would be your training ground going forward.】

【The next day, several corpses were carried out of Guardian King's Manor.】

【All of them were the guards and servant girls who had witnessed your practice the day before.】

It was clear that Dian Cheng-feng had done this to protect Zhao Jin.

Dian Cheng-feng had served at Zhao Shi-zhong's side as the commander of his personal guard corps for over 20 years. Later, after sustaining a serious injury that made it difficult to sustain his full power output, he had retired from the battlefield.

His loyalty was truly ironclad.

Zhao Jin felt that the dozens of times he had called him Uncle Dian over these past 6 months of transmigration had not been in vain.