Chapter 215: Chapter 117: The "Key" Is Actually the Demon Suppression Stele! Breakthrough to the Entering the Realm of Strength, Qi Blood Transforming into Force, and Gaining Microscopic Control

Even though Chu Fan was already mentally prepared, the number still made his eyebrows twitch in surprise.

Frantically copying the Mountain-Splitting Fist Boxing Manual was a way to make money, but he hadn’t expected to earn so much in such a short time.

"It’s this much?" he asked.

The two men beside him stared with wide eyes.

’Chu Fan was actually flipping Boxing Manuals?’

’And he’d made this much silver?’

Liang Qiu, as if grasping at a lifeline, hurriedly explained, "We didn’t just sell them in the black market. We went to other places, and even... even found a way to contact the servants of some wealthy households..."

"Because they have no opportunity to learn Martial Arts but dream of using it to escape their servitude, they treated a complete Boxing Manual like a priceless treasure. They’d empty their life savings to buy one, so they sold extremely fast..."

Chu Fan glanced at Liang Qiu. ’The guy’s got a quick mind.’

But Liang Qiu’s next words instantly dissipated the flicker of satisfaction that had just risen in him.

"The money... the money was all confiscated by the Cao Family." Liang Qiu glanced at the two men beside Chu Fan and spoke cautiously.

"What?" Chu Fan’s eyebrow shot up as he looked at the two men.

The young man from the Li Family nodded. "That’s right... But since that money is yours, Chu Fan, you can go to the Deacon Hall to retrieve it."

"All confiscated valuables were turned over to the Deacon Hall for processing."

"No one would dare to embezzle it."

"Good." Chu Fan’s expression softened slightly.

His gaze returned to Liang Qiu and Ling Feng. "I’m a reasonable person... I promised you before that I would give each of you a ten-percent cut of the money from selling the Boxing Manuals..."

"Ten percent of five thousand eight hundred taels is five hundred and eighty taels."

"Once I get the money back, I’ll give you your share."

With that, he turned to leave.

"Wait! Boss Chu!" Liang Qiu called out urgently. "I... I have a treasure! I’m willing to offer it to Boss Chu, if only you’ll put in a good word for us and get us out of here! I, Liang Qiu, swear to the heavens that I am not one of Zhou Tianci’s trusted men!"

"If Boss Chu can save us, I’ll go through hell and high water for you in the future!"

"A treasure?" Chu Fan stopped and turned his head to look at him.

"It’s a pair of bracers!" Liang Qiu said in a low voice. "They’re highly unusual. I got them during a mission where I stumbled upon two groups of mountain bandits fighting. I was the fisherman who profited while the snipe and the clam fought."

"The moment you touch them, the bracers emit a faint blue glow. They’re definitely no ordinary item!"

"I’m willing to offer them to Boss Chu, if only I can get out of this dungeon!"

’A pair of glowing bracers?’

Chu Fan’s interest was piqued. He asked, "Where are they?"

"Hidden in my quarters, on top of a roof beam!" Liang Qiu answered quickly.

At that moment, Ling Feng, who was standing to the side, also pleaded mournfully, "Boss Chu, save me! I... I have no money and no treasure. But I’m willing to be your vanguard, to do your bidding!"

Chu Fan looked at him in silence for a moment before speaking. "How about this. I’ll take the bracers, and I won’t be giving you the ten-percent cut I promised... Consider it payment for getting you out of the dungeon."

"Deal?"

Upon hearing this, Liang Qiu and the other man were overjoyed. "Thank you, Boss Chu! Thank you, Boss Chu!"

The Cao Family disciple standing nearby listened with envy and couldn’t help but interject, "Chu Fan, about this business of selling Boxing Manuals... can you count me in?"

The words had barely left his mouth when the young man from the Li Family slapped him on the back of the head and chided, "Is this something you can meddle in?"

Chu Fan ignored the people in the dungeon and headed straight for the Deacon Hall.

The steward of the Deacon Hall was now a man from the Li Family—an old man with a goatee.

When he heard the reason for Chu Fan’s visit, and especially the figure "five thousand eight hundred taels," his beard bristled and his eyes went wide.

"Your money? You say it’s five thousand eight hundred taels, so it’s five thousand eight hundred taels? Where’s the proof? There’s no way to even calculate this! Men, throw him out!"

The old man waved his hand, his face a mask of impatience.

Several Deacon Hall disciples came in at his call, but they all recognized Chu Fan and immediately looked troubled.

One of the young men hurriedly stepped forward and whispered in Steward Li’s ear, "Steward, that’s Chu Fan! He’s the disciple the Gang Leader values most!"

Steward Li’s expression changed slightly.

He had, of course, heard Chu Fan’s resounding name; he’d even heard the clan elders mention him this morning.

But forcing him to spit out the five thousand eight hundred taels he had already swallowed would be more painful than cutting off his own flesh!

Five or ten taels would have been one thing, but this was five thousand eight hundred taels!

His brows furrowed and his expression darkened. "This matter... I will need to investigate further. Chu Fan, go back and wait for news."

Seeing this, Chu Fan didn’t get angry. Instead, he smiled, the corners of his mouth pulling back into a dangerous arc.

The next moment, his figure blurred. He shot out a hand like a phantom, grabbing for Steward Li’s neck!

"How dare you!"

Steward Li was furious.

’Even if you’re the Gang Leader’s disciple, how dare you make a move in the Deacon Hall?’

He circulated his qi and blood, intending to grab Chu Fan’s wrist to counter, then drag him before the Gang Leader to be judged.

However, his vision blurred. Not only did he grab at empty air, but his own wrist was caught in an iron grip by Chu Fan, who twisted it sharply behind his back. A searing pain shot through him, and Steward Li let out a pained howl. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"I’m a reasonable person."

Chu Fan’s voice, bone-chillingly cold, sounded in his ear. "But if you don’t like to reason, I also know a thing or two about fisticuffs."

Before his words had even faded, he grabbed Steward Li’s head and—SLAM!—smashed it violently against the hardwood desk, drawing blood!

The few people to the side watched, dumbfounded!

They had heard before that when Chu Fan and Zhao Tianxing went Corpse Handling with Li Qingxue, disciples from the Cao and Li Families had gone to confront them, only to be beaten up by Chu Fan.

But this man right here was the new steward!

Even an Incense Master would have to be polite to him!

Steward Li was also beaten into a daze...

’After the night of slaughter, the Cao and Li Families have taken complete control of the Sub-Branch. How can someone still dare to attack me so viciously in the Deacon Hall?!’

"Chu Fan, you... are you trying to defect?!"

He shrieked, a mixture of shock and fury.

BANG!

The response was Chu Fan grabbing his head again and smashing it viciously against the nearby wall!