C22 Cutting off the Opponent's Head

Xiao Han was in the midst of a large-scale purchase of medicinal herbs at the market. The variety available was truly impressive. He was able to find the herbs he needed in record time. With a clear understanding of his requirements, Xiao Han began to buy with abandon, his Black Card swiping tirelessly. This convenience brought him immense joy; with the Black Card, his cultivation efforts were significantly more efficient.

After an extensive search, Xiao Han turned his attention to locating a crucial herb. Under normal circumstances, this herb was fairly common, but Xiao Han was in need of a particularly ancient specimen – one that was at least a century old. He was after the elusive Hundred Year Old Black Ginseng, essential for maximizing the potency of his collected herbs.

Despite his meticulous search, Xiao Han's face betrayed a hint of anxiety. He had been unable to find the right quality of Black Ginseng, and the prospect of giving up loomed over him. Lost in thought about his next move, he was suddenly jolted by a man's disgruntled voice nearby.

"Enough with the flattery. What good are these herbs? I'm looking for something valuable, the older, the better," the man complained.

Xiao Han instinctively turned to see who had spoken. Amidst the crowd, he spotted a young man scrutinizing the herbs laid out before him with a serious demeanor. It was clear that the merchant's offerings had failed to impress him.

With a look of resignation, the young man lamented, "I need quality herbs for my work. If you can't provide what I'm looking for, then there's no point in doing business."

The frustration on the man's face was palpable – a natural reaction when the quest for the right ingredients proved fruitless. Meanwhile, the merchant continued to present substandard goods, hoping to make a sale.

Their emotions were unleashed in a flash.

Upon witnessing the scene, Xiao Han simply offered an indifferent smile and made his way over at a leisurely pace.

Once inside, Xiao Han scrutinized the item before the man and realized it was none other than the Hundred-Year-Old Black Ginseng he currently sought.

It had some age to it, and the quality seemed quite decent.

"Excuse me, sir, if this medicine doesn't appeal to you, might I have it?" Xiao Han asked, his face alight with eagerness as his words reached the man's ears.

The man's brow furrowed slightly upon hearing Xiao Han's request.

"You're interested in this polygonum multiflorum? Are you aware it holds little medicinal value?" the man queried, his tone dripping with condescension.

As the man spoke, his face betrayed a sense of haughty familiarity with the herb in question.

"I'm not particularly knowledgeable about medicinal herbs, but the polygonum multiflorum looks to be of fine quality," Xiao Han admitted.

"That's why I'd like to purchase it."

After Xiao Han shared his intentions, the man shook his head and responded.

"I'd advise against it. This polygonum multiflorum isn't worth much. I, Qin Sannong, am quite versed in medicinal herbs."

"It's artificially cultivated and incredibly cheap. I wouldn't take it even if it were offered to me for free," Qin Sannong declared, sharing his opinion.

The shopkeeper, who had been silently observing, could no longer contain himself. He had always regarded Qin Sannong as a potential customer.

He was taken aback to find that not only did Qin Sannong have no intention of purchasing, but he was also actively disparaging the herbs, effectively sabotaging the shopkeeper's ability to conduct business.

The situation was undeniably frustrating.

Finally, the shopkeeper burst out, "Young man, you clearly know nothing. Stop this charade. I'm telling you now, I refuse to do business with you."

With that, the shopkeeper turned to stow away the polygonum multiflorum.

However, Xiao Han simply smiled subtly and produced a Black Card, saying, "Boss, I'll take it. Please hand it over to me."

His words caught the shopkeeper's attention.

The shopkeeper, upon hearing Xiao Han, displayed a look of surprise and asked, "Are you serious? You really want this item?"

The boss was concerned that Xiao Han was holding a grudge against Qin Sannong.

Xiao Han had already placed his Black Card on the table.

He continued, "Now that I've laid the card out, you should recognize its value. Go ahead and swipe it."

As Xiao Han finished speaking, the boss didn't hesitate. He quickly took out the machine and swiped the card.

Millions were instantly debited from the Black Card.

He then handed the item over to Xiao Han.

"How could this happen? Your sister-in-law grabbed my merchandise. I had my eye on this item. Even if it's worthless, you had no right to snatch it from me."

Qin Sannong's face was visibly seething with anger.

Xiao Han offered an indifferent smile and spoke calmly, "You didn't want it, and you didn't pay for it. Now that I've paid, on what grounds do you criticize me?"

Unyielding, Xiao Han's stance only fueled Qin Sannong's rage. He hadn't anticipated being pushed around by Xiao Han in such a manner.

A chilling look crossed his face as he said, each word deliberate and heavy, "Think carefully. This was something I, Qin Sannong, wanted. If you're going to poach it from me, then don't expect me to be polite."

Following his declaration, Qin Sannong's presence erupted with a formidable energy.

It was evident that his skills went beyond mere words; his personal strength was impressive as well.

A slight smile graced Xiao Han's face as he responded unhurriedly, "I don't have time to squabble with you. I have more pressing matters to attend to. If you retract your energy, I'll act as if our dispute never occurred."

Xiao Han's words lingered with Qin Sannong, who was clearly reluctant to comply.

His energy intensified, preparing to launch an attack on Xiao Han.

Simultaneously, Xiao Han raised his hand and calmly stated, "Reflect on your actions. You're not permitted to move for the next three hours."

With those words, Qin Sannong found himself immobilized, unable to move a muscle.

Despite his predicament, Qin Sannong could see everything before him and his mind remained acutely aware.

Despite his efforts, he was unable to control his own body. He remained immobilized, unable to move an inch, and found it extremely difficult to even open his mouth.

"What in the world is happening? Why has it come to this? Could we be ensnared by ghosts?"

Disbelief was etched across Qin Sannong's face as his words resonated with the listeners.

His speech was now a throaty whisper; he was completely unable to part his lips.