The To-do List

Lin Mengmeng's Merit

Raizel just gave Peter a look before he bent down and continued reading. The trafficking case had expanded beyond anyone's expectation. More news is being dug out as the day goes by.

Peter laughed. "Mengmeng had obtained a large merit. To think there was such a trafficking ring under the eyes of the Almighty Union. They are probably getting lax and senile."

Raizel shook his head. He might never truly understand the hatred that Peter had for the Union. The Union had been created during his time and he had been one of the major shareholders. Its contribution to Terra had been immense as well.

"Trafficking mundanes is one thing. To think that they had the guts to sell young cultivators. Mundanes selling cultivators.." Peter laughed loudly, almost choking with the force of his laughter. "Isn't it funny?"

Raizel glanced at the newspaper again. All 19 victims were children with Dao Seeds. Such actions were not new. Powerful cultivation clans have always bought, or adopted as they like to call it, children with Dao seeds to replenish the clans. Some of the children would be raised as blood guards and the rest would be integrated into the clan. Children were young after all, it was easy for them to forget where they came from.

However, for the mundane to be the preparators of such actions was surprising. He had a feeling that this was just the tip of the matter. For example, who were the children sold to and why?

He opened another page of the newspaper. That was a matter for the Union to take care of.

"There, all done. I would have done better, it is a pity that my cultivation has stagnated recently. If only I could get some pointers."

Finally, When Peter had visited early in the morning with a bottle of soymilk and some bean cakes, it did not feel right. When he did not ask for the money for the food, Raizel had felt like something was off. When he had also proceeded to help him tend to his garden, generously using his spiritual essence to make the leaves even more buoyant and lish, Raizel knew that something was up.

He just gave Bill a little pointer and Peter was already knocking at his door. 

"You can search for a Dao teacher online."

Peter sighed as he looked up at the sky. "Forget it, insights into the Dao is now a commercial business. Oh! How the mighty had fallen."

Raizel looked at him. The old man was dressed in a plain white t-shirt and blue shorts. The sight of him with his hands behind his back and his eyes above was so off-putting.

"Then you go to a Dao Exchange convention and hope for good fortune. It is not useful sighing in my backyard, do you think that if my master had told me any insights into the Dao of Wood. I would pay you 100 spirit stones to help me. I would rather save my money and do it myself. Better use the money to look for a Dao teacher to help you." He said coldly. It has been days but he could still feel the money missing from his spirit stone.

Peter faltered back. He was a little speechless, "You..you"

"I, what" Raizel refused to give him a room to speak. That was his hard-earned money.

Seeing his completely stupefied appearance, Raizel politely reminded him, "Besides, when one seeks the Dao, no money is too large to send."

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Jingle! Jingle!

There was a jingling. The wind chimes suddenly rang from the front of the store. The sound was especially clear in the suddenly quiet environment. 

Peter stood straightened up and glared at Raizel, "What kind of store owner is always at the backyard of his house. Better hurry and tend to your customers."