Return to the Qin Mansion.

After a brief dinner, Qin Feng plunged into the study and finished processing the pile of documents and reports on the table.

Then, according to Liu Zining's arrangement, he began to meet with the shopkeepers of 15 shops newly incorporated into the private industrial system and 28 cooperative shops of the United Chamber of Commerce.

In addition to understanding the situation and inquiring about future business or cooperation strategies, the more significance of this meeting lies in the sincerity and prestige shown by Qin Feng.

Of course, Qin Feng is only a fifteen-year-old boy at the moment, and in the face of these people who have been working in the mall for decades, he naturally moved out of the Wuhou Qin family and Baichuan Academy to increase his prestige.

Qin Feng's meaning is very simple, there is money to earn together.

In addition, Qin Feng also said bluntly, "The ugly words are also said in the front, if anyone becomes rat feces and dirties everyone's jobs." The Qin Mansion will definitely pursue it to the end. ”

As for the management and communication matters in the future, Qin Feng will be handed over to Liu Zining for practical operation, Fu Bo and Luo Yi will assist, and he will be behind the scenes, as a supervision.

In this way, the entire management system can be roughly built, and Qin Feng finally has a private industry that has begun to take shape.

After everyone left, Qin Feng looked at this month's earnings report, deducting all the expenses and making up for the previous debts, and the net income had reached more than 10,000 taels of silver.

Suddenly, Qin Feng found that he actually had money.

This sense of accomplishment of accumulating some family funds and having more family funds in the future made Qin Feng feel satisfied for the first time since he crossed over.

Qin Feng has one more goal, he wants to strive to become the richest person on this continent.

"If it's too difficult, it's okay to be one of the richest people. Qin Feng thought silently in his heart.

After dealing with the shop, Qin Feng began to check the information collected by Luo Yi.

Although some information has been collected from the major families and several major organizations in Cloud Sky City, it is all rough information, and only the general movement of actions can be seen, and there are no details that are particularly worth studying.

However, Qin Feng can also understand.

The sophistication of the intelligence is related to the investment in the intelligence, and the fact that Luo Yi's network is not in Cloud Sky City, the information obtained is inevitably rough.

In this regard, Qin Feng also has a plan, and when the family in his hand is richer, he will invest more resources to build his own proprietary intelligence system.

Then, Qin Feng opened a black envelope containing information about Wu Yiyong from the "Dance of the Night".

After reading the contents of the letter, Qin Feng couldn't help frowning.

Night Dance did not find any information about the name "Wu Yiyong" in Youzhou, but there was a piece of information about Wujia Town, Danqing Mountain, Youzhou.

Five years ago, the fighting on the border of Youzhou became more and more intense, when the Terran army led by Wuhou retreated to Luoxia Valley, but soon, the defenders received information that the demon army was preparing to attack Lingyundu.

Due to the insufficient strength to defend the two checkpoints, Wuhou had to shrink the defensive line and transfer the troops of Luoxia Valley to Lingyundu to save his troops in order to counterattack.

However, the demon army did not turn to attack Lingyundu as the intelligence said, but continued to march into Luoxia Valley.

At this time, Wuhou realized that that information was false information, and the real target of the demon army was Luoxia Valley.

The loss of Luoxia Valley directly led to the fall of a large area of land in the rear, and Wujia Town, Danqing Mountain, was among them.

Three years ago, the Terrans regained the Valley of Luoxia.

After investigation, Wujia Town, Danqing Mountain, which once had loud voices all over the mountains and wilderness and survived for a hundred years, was either dead or missing, and no one was traced.

The hundred-year-old Wu family ceased to exist.

Useless is a scholar.

Wu Yiyong.

The Dance of the Night is the most reasonable explanation for Wu Yiyong's life experience, and Qin Feng agrees.

Wu Yiyong is likely to find Qin Feng for the revenge of Wujiazhen.

Although it was the demon army that really destroyed Wujia Town, it was also a fact that Wu Hou mistakenly believed false information back then, which led to the slaughter of the Northern Demon Clan in Wujia Town.

For Wu Yiyong, both the Demon Clan and the Qin Family are enemies.

It's just that the demon army is thousands, and Wu Yiyong can't find a clear goal of revenge at all.

As a result, Wu Yiyong regarded the Qin family as the object of revenge, and Qin Feng was the best one for the Qin family.

Thinking of this, Qin Feng couldn't help but have a little headache, he originally only thought that Wu Yiyong was a strange person, and because he was inadvertently offended, he would attract malice.

Unexpectedly, Wu Yiyong was still burdened with such a sad past.

The dead die for the sake of those who can live.

but the living bear the shackles of the dead.

Such is the cruelty of war.

Of course, although Qin Feng was very sympathetic to Wu Yiyong's plight in his heart, once he posed a threat to him, he would never show mercy.

After dealing with the matter at hand, the night was already dark.

Qin Feng took the Restoration Pill of the Xinjian Danfang "Yiding Furnace", and after his spiritual qi recovered, he immediately entered the Book of Darkness.

The Initial Volume.

The Sword Intent Dao was still digesting the Heavenly Dragon Soul and fell into a deep sleep.

The light of the Book of Darkness was studying a half-cut stone tablet fished out of a nebula, the inscription on the stone tablet had long been blurred, but it exuded a deep and ancient atmosphere.

Seeing that everyone was busy with each other, Qin Feng didn't understand, so he could only play with himself.

Flying into the palm-sized Tianyan Star Platform, facing the other self condensed by the central streamer, Qin Feng took out the nameless heavy sword.

His eyes were resolute, his eyes were like lightning, and he swung his sword towards him.

Looking at this posture, if you don't know, you still think that there is a deep hatred in the sea of blood.

Although the Book of Darkness was just joking last time, letting Qin Feng swing his sword momentum and sword intent out of his body, he had already taken it seriously and wanted to try it now.

The result was naturally disastrous.

Qin Feng's various attempts naturally exposed a lot of flaws, and the other Qin Feng showed no mercy and directly made a killing move.

In just a quarter of an hour, Qin Feng had been killed dozens of times, which could simply be called a one-sided torture.

The scene was spectacular.

Half an hour later, however, things improved.

Qin Feng can basically go through twenty or thirty moves with his other self before he is killed.

As time passed, the nameless heavy sword in Qin Feng's hand was like an arm that he stretched out, controlling it to the millimeter.

Every time he swung the nameless heavy sword, it brought up a wind force, this force surrounded Qin Feng, condensed but not dispersed, and when the next wind force came, it would merge into one and gather stronger.

According to Qin Feng's prediction, if these scattered sword wind forces could be continuously accumulated and superimposed, they would form an unstoppable sea tide surge around his body, and his might would be like a simplified imitation of the "realm".

It's a pity that the result of the actual battle is that Qin Feng doesn't have time to complete the accumulation of the sea tide at all, and he will be interrupted by another Qin Feng's forcible impact, and the continuous sword momentum will also be defeated by a single blow, and it will return to zero after stagnation.

If you can't accumulate enough sword momentum, those scattered sword wind power will be like a bamboo basket hitting water.

A void.

On the star platform, Qin Feng still kept swinging his sword, but "unable to gather momentum" was like a moat, lying in front of him and unable to cross.

Qin Feng naturally understood that if he found a solution according to the law, it would be in vain to swing the sword many times.

Qin Feng was unwilling, he didn't want to stop there.

Although he was not interested in the ranking of the martial arts list, and he participated in the competition simply to get more cultivation resources, he was eager to break through and prove himself.

He wanted to prove that he was no longer the same self he was before the time-travel.

In the face of failure, he is not afraid and will not back down.

But when all the efforts were meaningless and there was nothing he could do about it, he remembered how helpless and confused he had been.

He was very unwilling.

However, there are too many powerless things in the world, and how many of them can change according to people's hearts?

I don't know how long it has been, how many times he has sparred, Qin Feng still failed to go through a hundred moves under the other self, he can only choose to give up for the time being.

Flying out of the Tianyan Star Platform, Qin Feng felt a little confused for the first time.

How far can I go with my current self?

With this question, Qin Feng opened the Demon Scroll.

The twelfth floor of the heavens.

Qin Feng stood on the boundless black crystal floor on the second floor, looking up at the eighteen broken demon stars in the night sky that had never changed, gathering his mind and returning to his roots.

The blood lines condensed by the demonic qi extended out from the demon core, constantly absorbing the energy of the demon star, and the blood crystals in the demon core were gorgeous, like a drop of incomparably rich blood, as if they would flow out of the demon core at any time.

Suddenly, the twelfth floor of the heavens began to shake, the second layer of the black crystal floor collapsed little by little, and the eighteen broken demon stars gradually flew away from the twelfth floor of the heavens, flying farther and farther.

The endless night sky soon became nothing but endless darkness.

"Boom!"

With a thunderclap, purple-red lightning appeared in the dark night, splitting down from the sky, bombarding the black crystal floor at Qin Feng's feet into powder, and annihilating it in the darkness.

The purple-red lightning continued to approach Qin Feng, and the pressure around him became greater and greater, although Qin Feng, who was concentrating and guarding his heart, was shrouded in demonic energy, he could no longer compete with the coercion of the surrounding mountains and rivers, and his whole body was already bathed in blood, stained red by blood.

Then, Qin Feng's seven orifices also began to flow blood, and the pressure of the surrounding space continued to increase, as if it was about to directly crush Qin Feng, a blasphemer, into a puddle of flesh.

"Roar!"

Qin Feng looked like a madman, his hair was scattered, and a heaven-shattering roar came out from the depths of his throat, and his suppressed emotions completely exploded.

Like a beast that has escaped its cage, it roars at the endless darkness of the sky.

Qin Feng had already used his "demonization" ability.

I saw that the magic patterns spread out on the surface of Qin Feng's body like ink, and a nine-petal demon lotus was born from under his feet, Qin Feng stepped on the magic lotus and rose into the air, his body was surrounded by blood mist, and above his head was a blood-colored butterfly dancing.

Purple-red lightning bolts shot down one after another, slashing all over Qin Feng's body.

Every time the purple-red lightning slashed down on Qin Feng's body, a piece of flesh peeled off, and the surrounding blood mist and demonic qi would immediately repair the damaged parts.

Lightning slashed, pieces of flesh were shattered by the bombardment, and then new flesh was reborn.

Every instant, Qin Feng's body was repeating this process, and more than a dozen flesh and blood were happening at the same time.

Qin Feng, who was completely crazy, stretched out his hands into the blood mist, dragged down two clouds of blood mist from it, and bombarded towards the purple-red lightning that fell from the sky.

In the blood mist, there was a roar of fierce beasts, and the figures of fierce beasts struggled and flickered in the blood mist, trying to break free.

However, with each impact of the blood mist and lightning, the blood mist evaporated a little, lightened a little, and the roar of the beast became weaker and weaker, mixed with a mournful roar, echoing in the endless darkness.

Seeing that Qin Feng was weak, above the sky, thunder fell like a downpour, and thunder and lightning fell down like a waterfall, wanting to bombard Qin Feng, a little guy who didn't know how to do anything and dared to desecrate the seal and spy on the origin of the world.

Blasphemers will be destroyed.

Just as the curtain was about to fall, the blood-colored butterfly pulled a drop of water from nowhere and fell into Qin Feng's mouth.