All Heavenly destiny reduced to ashes

79: Chapter 79: Chongming Sword Box 79: Chapter 79: Chongming Sword Box “Thank you, Boss.”

Having received the invitation, An Jing didn’t hesitate.

He could tell that the owner of the recovery hut was in the late stages of Qi Refinement, at least the seventh or eighth level, with the boost of an Array, his strength was formidable.

He probably had a significant background too.

With his protection, Huo Qing would definitely be safe for the time being, and An Jing also found a place for his plans to take root.

The inside of the recovery hut differed from its ancient-looking exterior; it was spacious and well-lit, with neatly arranged shelves and a variety of items in an order that could satisfy anyone with obsessive-compulsive disorder, making An Jing feel particularly comfortable.

Perhaps it was due to the spirit plant formation, but the air inside the hut was also very fresh.

With just a glance, An Jing saw various Magic Artifacts, firearms and bullets, as well as talismans, ranging from materials to finished products.

Seeing this, An Jing’s doubts dissipated; he would definitely be able to buy what he wanted here.

When Iron Hand returned inside, he immediately began to apply medicine and heal Huo Qing’s wounds.

“This pain is what you deserve!”

His mouth was unforgiving as he applied the medicine with as much force as possible, almost making Huo Qing cry out in pain—but Huo Qing clenched his teeth and kept silent, which seemed to improve Iron Hand’s mood somewhat: “However, it seems you’ve grown quite a bit and have become stronger, not as clueless as you used to be.”

“I had Big Spear take you to the gang to figure out what you really wanted.

Looking back, I see that I led you down the wrong path, but in the end, it awakened you.”

“Uncle, actually I…

Ow!”

Huo Qing wanted to say that he actually didn’t learn anything from being in a gang, that his awakening was entirely due to Big Spear’s betrayal and the help of An, but he was in so much pain from Iron Hand’s firm application that he couldn’t finish his sentence.

An Jing watched from the side and noticed that Iron Hand’s earlier kick and slap were aimed at the part of Huo Qing’s shoulder where he had been shot.

The wound was somewhat healed thanks to Huo Qing’s self-healing ability, but there would’ve been a residual injury.

Iron Hand’s kick, breaking it and reapplying medicine, might well result in complete healing.

As for the slap… it was simply out of anger, nothing more to it.

After applying the medicine to Huo Qing, Iron Hand said solemnly, “You betrayed the gang, and even I can’t cover for you.

As for Big Spear, that bastard led you to evil, even planned to let you take the fall—it’s a betrayal to your parents and the gang, unkind and unjust…”

He lifted his steel left hand, and suddenly, a vine erupted from his index finger, piercing straight through Big Spear’s spine.

The intense pain immediately woke Big Spear from unconsciousness, he spit up blood, and then once again passed out from the pain.

The blood-stained vine retracted into the prosthetic, and Big Spear’s cultivation was destroyed.

Having done all this, Iron Hand’s expression was icy as he said, “You did right by sparing his life; his life shouldn’t be wasted so simply.

I will send him to the Day Tiger Gang later.

Boss Deng should give me some face, seize his family’s estate, and by executing this traitor as a warning to others, that will settle the matter.”

“But Huo Qing, you can’t return to town.

You’ve been killed by Big Spear.

Next, I will change your identity.

From now on, you’ll help me in the junkyard, get yourself educated.”

“Understood, Uncle…”

In the face of his forceful and imposing uncle, even the somewhat matured Huo Qing stammered when he spoke.

Yet even so, he bit his lip, enduring the pain and the itchiness from the medicine, and looked toward An Jing: “However, this friend helped me a lot.

He rescued me from the Wilderness and defeated Big Spear, saving my life.”

“The debt of gratitude is profound, and I will repay it myself, but An needs to reclaim his spoils of battle.

He’s a Wilderness man, without a chip.

I hope to use my discount to help him recycle those materials…

Ouch!”

Huo Qing then took another thump from Iron Hand, “You don’t have any discount—that’s not a discount.

That’s your allowance!”

“Go to the back room to heal, and stop making me angry!”

Watching Huo Qing roll to the back room with a resigned look after exchanging a glance with An Jing, Iron Hand turned his attention to the young man before him.

His tone became polite, “My friend from the Wilderness, I truly owe you thanks.

Huo Qing is the only bloodline my brother left behind.

Useless as he may be, I breathed a sigh of relief to see him alive.”

“What do you have for me to recover?

Take them all out, I will buy them at a preferential market price.”

“That would be great.”

An Jing also breathed a sigh of relief and unwrapped the bulging bag behind him, starting to take items out one by one, “I have quite a lot of goods, can you handle them all here?”

“Also, I want to buy some firearms with a longer range, do you have any here?

Like a long hunting gun that can be used to shoot predatory birds.”

“Besides that, I also need fine-crafted metals; Mysterious Iron, Purple Tin, and Red Copper would be preferable.”

“Of course I can handle it.

As for the long-range firearms, I certainly…”

As a friend introduced by his junior, Iron Hand naturally guaranteed with a slap on his chest, but before he could finish his sentence, he twitched at the sight of what An Jing was taking out of the bag, “Wait, what is that?”

“A Luofu Group’s Chongming Sword Box!?”

“How do you have this military model?!”

At that moment, Iron Hand stared in astonishment at the ‘Spiritual Light guns’ An Jing was taking out of the bag.

An Jing, having looted corpses and collected various types of war spoils from Big Spear and others, had amassed a large quantity that wouldn’t normally make Iron Hand bat an eye.

As a veteran recovery house owner for many years, he had seen countless second-hand firearms and spoils of war.

The goods An Jing had collected were indeed numerous, but together they were only worth several hundred Good Deeds, and of very ordinary quality, nothing extraordinary.

But, when he saw An Jing pull an old Spiritual Light gun from deep inside the bag, he suddenly widened his eyes in disbelief.

Hardly believing, he rushed forward to inspect it closely, then exhaled slowly, incredulously saying, “My god, it really is a military armament…

An older model, but it still works!”

“Luofu Group?

Chongming Sword Box?”

Still sorting through the bag, An Jing raised an eyebrow in surprise, looking at the ‘Spiritual Light gun’ in his hand, “Is there something special about this?

I found it in the Wilderness.”

“Found it?” Iron Hand looked incredulous as if saying you must be fooling me.

He stared intently at the Sword Box in An Jing’s hand, “This is a special Sword Box supplied exclusively to the direct forces of the Luofu Collective, its output is thirty-five percent greater than the ordinary boxes on the market, and it also has double-shot and tracking modes.”

“You already have a Chongming Sword Box, why do you still come to me to buy…” At this point, Iron Hand Boss realized, “Did you really find it?”

“Really.” An Jing nodded sincerely, “I found it on a team of decaying corpses.”

“I have seven or eight similar Sword Boxes, but only this one seems to still work.”

“I haven’t even used it, ninety…

erm, sixty percent new!”