After parting on bad terms with Chen Moran and the others, Mu Chen sat in the carriage, his expression very dark. Zhuang Yu was indeed a complicated figure. Just because Mu Chen was unwilling to spend yuan stones, the others looked at him strangely, and he felt he might have been resented by those present.

Zhuang Yu’s influence was immense. If Mu Chen truly became his enemy, he might not need to wait three years before Zhuang Yu’s protectors came after him.

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Mu Chen thought about power. If he were strong enough, he wouldn't have to worry about these matters.

Mu Chen pulled out a book called The Hundred Refinement Technique from his space ring.

Mu Chen’s physical condition wasn’t great. Mu Yuanfeng had gone to great lengths to obtain this book for Mu Chen, hoping it would help him condition his body. Although the technique was effective, it was also extremely painful. Mu Chen had tried it once or twice and then complained bitterly, relegating the technique to the bottom of his trunk.

Squinting his eyes, Mu Chen thought about how the original owner really didn’t appreciate Mu Yuanfeng’s efforts. As far as he knew, Mu Yuanfeng had put a lot of effort into obtaining this physical conditioning technique. If not for that, Mu Yuanfeng might have advanced to a Martial Spirit.

Caressing the technique in his hands, a cold light flashed through Mu Chen's eyes. He only had the first part of The Hundred Refinement Technique. Even though it was incomplete, the technique was still extraordinary and came from a remarkable origin.

In two years, an exceptional youth would seek this book. This person would meet Zhuang Yu, and the two would fall in love at first sight, quickly becoming involved. This person, one of Zhuang Yu’s official partners, Lu Yao, would learn that his beloved was searching for this technique. By chance, Zhuang Yu would find out Mu Chen had this book.

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Not wanting to waste such a gem, and following the principle of making the best use of things, Zhuang Yu would ask Mu Chen for the book.

To please Zhuang Yu, Mu Chen would smoothly hand over The Hundred Refinement Technique, helping Zhuang Yu achieve his goal.

Closing the technique, a cold light danced in Mu Chen's eyes. Nonsense!

"Ren San," Mu Chen called out, lifting the curtain.

Ren San turned to look at Mu Chen and asked, "Young Master, what can I do for you?"

"We're not going back. Let’s go to the beast trade market," Mu Chen decided. To practice The Hundred Refinement Technique, he needed a lot of beast blood, so he had to stock up.

Ren San nodded, "Alright."

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"Shi, the head chef is looking for you," Amu said, somewhat enviously.

Ye Shi, having skillfully sorted the meat, made every piece nearly identical in shape and size, akin to artistry.

Raising his head, Ye Shi asked, "The head chef is looking for me? For what?"

Amu shook his head, "Don’t know. You should go and see."

In this world, the status of a spiritual chef was extremely high. The energy in magical beast meat could be volatile and harmful if consumed in excess. Spiritual chefs could not only create delicious dishes but also temper the energy within the meat to make it more benign.

The higher the level of the spiritual chef, the higher the grade of magical beast meat they could handle.

"Shi," Wang Lun called out to Ye Shi.

Ye Shi rubbed his hands nervously, "Head Chef, you were looking for me?"

Wang Lun smiled, "Don't be so nervous. I heard you can distinguish the quality of magical beast meat."

Ye Shi, slightly embarrassed, admitted, "I can only roughly identify some, and I often make mistakes."

Wang Lun laughed, "Don't be so modest. I think you have quite the eye."

Ye Shi smiled shyly, "Thank you, senior."

"I'm going out to purchase consumable magical beasts. You should come with me," Wang Lun offered with a smile.

Ye Shi's eyes widened, "Really?"

"Of course," Wang Lun said, smiling.