Moonlight streamed through the window lattice, spilling onto the desk and illuminating eight heavy, one-tael silver ingots.
"Not bad at all. Enough to buy a good eight or nine catties of vicious beast meat."
Yang Jing smiled and put the small silver ingots away.
After tidying up, he stretched his limbs. The vicious beast meat in his stomach continued to radiate a steady stream of warm energy, coursing through his veins to every corner of his body and filling him with a sense of inexhaustible power.
"Perfect. I'll use this energy to practice my Dark Energy," Yang Jing muttered to himself, walking out into the empty space in the courtyard.
He sank his waist and rooted his stance, slowly assuming the opening posture of the Mountain-Shattering Fist.
The moment he thrust his fist forward, he felt the Dark Energy within him was more active than usual, as if responding to the warm current in his stomach, surging and flowing through his meridians.
"Hah!"
