Chapter 197: They Don’t Trust Your Character

Once the energy coins were handed over, the grudges between both sides could be considered settled.

Amelia, dragging Vivi along, was overjoyed as she buried her head in counting the energy coins.

Wen Lang watched them, a look of displeasure appearing on his handsome, rakish face. He complained, “I, Wen Lang, always keep my word. I said two thousand each, so it’s two thousand each—there’s not a single coin missing. Do you really have to count them one by one?”

Amelia snorted at him. “No way. We don’t trust your character.”

Four thousand energy coins weren’t something you could count in a moment, so Amelia even pulled Haozi and Daliu over to help. They were determined to count every last coin.

Wen Lang was left out in the cold. Glancing around, he noticed the strange looks people were giving him and couldn’t hold back his temper any longer.

He didn’t bother being gentle anymore and asked bluntly, “So, can you tell me now where I can buy that batch of miracle potions that can heal any injury?”

Without even looking up, Amelia and Vivi pointed into the crowd at Yun Qimu. “She’s over there—the prettiest one. That’s her.”

Wen Lang, Xun Min, and the others followed their gaze.

The Dragon Soar Guards standing in front of Yun Qimu moved aside, and her figure was immediately revealed to them.

A frown creased Lin Qiu’s gentle, refined face. So it really is her.

Where does this woman get all these amazing things?

Could it be that someone from outside is supplying her? Like that spaceship yesterday?

But that didn’t add up. Fei Jie had said the lady who sent the spaceship over had ulterior motives—she wanted Yun Qimu to become a target for everyone. Unfortunately, she hadn’t counted on Yun Qimu’s strength. Not only did Yun Qimu hold her own, she became a merchant and sold everything publicly.

In the end, Yun Qimu didn’t lose anything. In fact, she made a fortune by selling off the spaceship’s supplies.

It was a classic case of trying to steal a chicken and ending up losing the rice. Fei Jie even ended up coming to him for help because of it.

So, where exactly does she get all these treasures?

If he could find out the source, wouldn’t Chaos City fall into his hands with ease?

As Lin Qiu pondered this, a sharp gleam flashed in his eyes.

It seemed he shouldn’t make a move against Yun Qimu until he found out the source of her goods. Once he had that, he could deal with that arrogant noblewoman from outside.

As for Fei Jie—hmph, he couldn’t be allowed to stay.

A cold, sinister glint flickered in Lin Qiu’s eyes.

Yi Beimeng’s phoenix eyes narrowed as well. He looked up at the elegant Miss Yun, who had just appeared.

She was graceful and poised, her beauty radiant yet with a hint of boldness. Her presence was in no way inferior to any man’s, and she was nothing like the gentle, caring person Shentu had described.

Tsk, looks like he was still too late. There was no way he could monopolize the potion at a bargain price now.

After all, Miss Yun didn’t seem like someone who’d let herself be taken advantage of.

And then there were the two men standing at her sides. One was a strikingly handsome young man with an air of nobility, exuding a cold aura. His black eyes were mesmerizing, like shards of icy stars—just one look could draw you in and make you wary.

The other had an even more composed and restrained presence—black hair, black eyes, equally handsome, and radiating a powerful aura.

Even in this sweltering heat, he was draped in a black cloak. That must be the legendary Lord Mo Xie, ruler of Mo Lan City.

Dragon Soar’s spies had reported that Miss Yun had an extraordinary relationship with Mo Lan City, and it looked like the rumors were true.

Yi Beimeng’s face remained impassive, but his mind was already racing.

Dragon Soar and Mo Lan City were close, and Mo Lan City was clearly on good terms with this mysterious Miss Yun. It was obvious who would benefit from this alliance. It seemed this time, Lin Qiu wouldn’t be able to dominate the hunting competition.

Interesting.

The corners of Yi Beimeng’s pale lips curled up. He was now even more eager for the day of the hunt.

But the most shocked of all were Xun Min, Wen Lang, and the others from Mercenary City.

The moment they saw Yun Qimu, they were dazzled—no other beauty could compare to her stunning, dignified face.

Wen Lang prided himself on being a connoisseur of women, but he’d never met anyone as beautiful and elegant as her.

Especially when she smiled with that reserved grace—it really made his heart skip a beat.

Compared to her, none of the women he’d met before could even hold a candle to her.

His peach blossom eyes were fixed on Yun Qimu’s face, and he completely forgot about the potion.

Even Xun Min, with his cold and sinister demeanor, couldn’t hide the amazement in his eyes.

His gaze turned sharp and possessive.

Only a woman like this was worthy of him—worthy to rule Mercenary City by his side.

“So it’s Miss Yun. Of course, only she could have such top-tier potions. But whether these potions can really heal any injury still needs to be proven,” someone from a mid-sized faction in the crowd spoke up.

Many in the audience agreed.

From the fruits and vegetables before, to the green frozen stones now, they all believed Miss Yun was mysterious and had access to extraordinary resources. But the effects of this potion were just too miraculous—some skepticism was natural.

Yun Qimu’s pink eyes sparkled as she smiled, dazzling everyone.

Her voice was so pleasant that people wanted to perk up their ears and listen closely.

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze locking precisely onto the man who’d spoken first. “You’re right, sir. Although I pride myself on honest business, it’s only natural that you’d want proof. How about this: you find an injured person, and I’ll provide a vial of potion. We’ll test it right here.”

“Injured person? We have one! Dragon Soar has!” Hu Yi, who was following behind Zhong Teng, couldn’t wait to raise his hand, his eyes shining.

They knew all about this potion—Mr. Kuihai and Master Yinghua had brought several vials back from Earth Village.

One dose, and the effects were immediate. In just fifteen minutes, someone gravely injured could be reduced to minor wounds.

And those with minor injuries would be completely healed.

If only they had more of this potion, everyone in Dragon Soar could be up and running in a single night.

But unfortunately, supplies were limited. After testing, they could only give it to the most seriously injured.

The rest had to be saved for emergencies during the hunt.

So there were still quite a few in Dragon Soar who hadn’t fully recovered. Now that Yun Qimu was offering a free potion, Hu Yi was eager to volunteer their people as “test subjects.”

Yun Qimu nodded at him. “Alright, you provide the injured person. Preferably someone with obvious external wounds.”

“Okay, okay! Don’t worry, Miss Yun!” Hu Yi replied excitedly, then said a few words to Zhong Teng before dashing off toward their camp."