The curiosity towards Chen Mo among the four people grew stronger and stronger.

With Lu Yuan's knowledge, he also knew that if they could sell such fine salt, it would fetch a very high price.

Su Qi, being a bit impatient, immediately asked about his children once the arrangements were made.

Subsequently, Lu Yuan and the others also inquired.

Chen Mo smiled and said, "Come with me."

...

Chen Mo led the four of them to the village school at the eastern end of the village.

As soon as they arrived outside the school, they heard the sound of reading aloud coming from inside.

Lu Yuan and the others were taken aback.

Without disturbing them, Chen Mo led the four to the window of the classroom and pointed inside.

Lu Yuan and the others widened their eyes, discovering that their children were sitting at the desks, following along with the other children around them, while an elderly man was teaching at the front.

Chen Mo whispered, "This elder is Master Zhao, a Scholar, and now the school teacher responsible for teaching the villagers to read and write."

"How much is the tuition?" Lu Yuan asked.

"Not a single penny, Master Zhao's salary is paid by the village," Chen Mo replied.

Lu Yuan and the others immediately looked solemn, feeling a sense of respect towards Chen Mo.

It's well known that studying in the Great Song Dynasty is a luxury. Although the county has private schools, the tuition is extremely expensive, and poor people can't afford it even by selling their valuables. Let's not even mention the costs of books, brushes, ink, and paper.

Therefore, Chen Mo's actions are admirable.

"It's just as well that they're learning along with the village children; they won't feel lonely, having companions, which means less worry for you," Chen Mo said.

Lu Yuan nodded and then asked, "And after they finish school?"

"Naturally, you can pick them up afterwards, or they can return home themselves. Last night, I had someone bring them here just to arrange for their admission with Master Zhao," Chen Mo said.

Hearing this, Lu Yuan and his companions breathed a sigh of relief and quickly expressed their gratitude, having no choice but to trust Chen Mo's words.

After leaving the school, Chen Mo found Lu Yuan alone and presented him with a piece of red ginseng, asking if he knew what this red ginseng was.

Lu Yuan looked at the red ginseng, initially stunned, then picked it up to examine it closely. He said, "Immortal Master Chen, may I break off a root to take a look?"

Chen Mo nodded.

Lu Yuan broke off a root, and from the fracture, fresh red juice, resembling blood, began to flow.

Lu Yuan's eyes widened, and his voice became slightly agitated. He said, "Immortal Master Chen, this is Blood Ginseng, cultivated with human blood. Only the blood of a Martial Artist is effective. Just a five-year-old Blood Ginseng is worth a Hundred Gold, used by martial artists to break through bottlenecks. This kind of thing, I've only heard about in the Capital and doesn't circulate in the market. It's only by chance that I saw it during my early years in the Capital."

"A Hundred Gold?" Chen Mo raised an eyebrow, calculating the gold-to-silver exchange rate. Wouldn't that make it worth a thousand taels of silver?

"For breaking through bottlenecks? Can it be used for cultivation?" Chen Mo asked.

"I'm not too sure about that, but since it can be used to break through bottlenecks, it should presumably be usable for cultivation as well," Lu Yuan did not ask where Chen Mo obtained this Blood Ginseng. Some things are not meant to be asked, so he didn't.

"How many years is this one?" Chen Mo asked again.

Lu Yuan shook his head; although he had seen it before, he wasn't particularly knowledgeable about Blood Ginseng.

Chen Mo furrowed his brow. Such is the plight of the lower class, even Martial Artists know so little about some things.

...

Two days later, Zhang River, along with five thousand jin of fine salt, led a hundred Divine Brave Guards to transport it to Quanyang County. Chen Mo also sent Lu Yuan along, while Lu Yuan's family and the escort masters stayed in the village.

Inside the village's cell.

Calling it a cell is perhaps an overstatement; it's more like a small dark room.

The room has no windows, and when the door is closed, no light whatsoever can enter.

Wang Ran had been held in this dark room for three days.

During these three days, he only had one meal a day and half a bowl of water.

With both his hands and feet dislocated, he could only eat off the floor like a dog.

The most crucial point was that, in these three days, no one had come to question him. Except for the food delivered punctually at noon each day, he hadn't seen a single soul.

He didn't even know how much time had passed and felt abandoned, overwhelmingly lonely.

Gradually, he unknowingly began to feel extremely irritated, anxious, exhausted, and even frightened. The physical fatigue, combined with the mental torment, made Wang Ran feel like he was going crazy.

He shouted out at the room but received no response.

Just then, footsteps were heard outside, and the door opened a slit as today's food and water were delivered.

After delivering the food and water, the person outside left.

Wang Ran called out loudly, "Come back, come back, I'll tell you everything you want to know. Both my concubines can be given to you, just please let me out..."

Wang Ran really couldn't endure it any longer.

...

At the village entrance, by the riverside.

"One two."

"One two, hey."

Following Chen Mo's rhythm, the Divine Brave Guards swung their blades.

[Blade swing count +1, Great Sun Qi Slash experience +1.]

[Name: Chen Mo.]

[Age: 17.]

[Cultivation Technique: Purple Sun Transformation Skill (Small Success 663.5/5000).]

[Realm: Qi Refining (Sixth Grade).]

[Power: 273+75.]

[Skills: Great Sun Qi Slash (Basic 230000/5000000).]

Chen Mo was bare-chested, with sweat flowing over his chest and muscles flexing on his arms.

Although Chen Mo was only seventeen, his height was much taller than his peers, and in modern measurements, he would exceed 1.8 meters. His muscles flexed but did not appear coarse, fully exuding masculinity and an overwhelming sense of oppression.

His face, however, looked quite young. If he wore clothes, the sense of oppression would be much less.

"Immortal Master Chen, Immortal Master Chen..."

At this moment, a man from the Divine Brave Guard's reserve ran towards him.

He was the one delivering food to Wang Ran. Approaching Chen Mo, he stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear.

Chen Mo paused his movement, put down his blade, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, and picked up the clothes on the grass nearby. As he dressed, he said, "Find two people and bring him to my house."

"Yes."

"Han Wu, you continue practicing with them." After speaking, Chen Mo took up the Tang Blade and headed home.

...

Chen Family living room.

Even though he had only been detained for three days, when Wang Ran was brought before Chen Mo, he seemed as if he'd been imprisoned for years, appearing somewhat disheveled, with bloodshot eyes as if he hadn't slept for days.

Chen Mo was not surprised; not many could withstand the dark room, especially someone like Wang Ran, a Noble Young Master accustomed to luxury. To endure three days with dislocated hands and feet was already commendable.

"Let's formally get to know each other. I'm Chen Mo," Chen Mo said, offering a white bun to Wang Ran.

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