Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace

”How much money is a lot?” Chen Mo stroked his chin and asked.

”A hundred thousand taels of silver.” Hu Mei’Er held up one finger and said.

”Cough cough...” Hearing this, Chen Mo immediately started coughing. Since breaking through to the First Grade Martial Artist, his daily simulation cost was as high as one hundred twenty-eight thousand taels. A hundred thousand taels weren’t even enough for one simulation.

Due to the exorbitant cost, he hadn’t done a simulation today.

He planned to only simulate when faced with important decisions.

Although Chen Mo currently had a small fortune, he couldn’t sustain such expenses.

Hu Mei’Er thought Chen Mo was frightened by the number.

After all, Chen Mo’s annual salary was only two thousand taels.

This hundred thousand taels were his salary for fifty years.

But Chen Mo replied with a sentence: ”Noble Consort, are you trying to bribe a beggar?”

Seeing his dissatisfaction, Hu Mei’Er frowned and added another hundred thousand taels.

But Chen Mo still shook his head.

”General Chen, one shouldn’t be too greedy,” Hu Mei’Er said.

Chen Mo smiled slightly: ”A mere two hundred thousand taels can be used to dismiss others, but not for me.”

”Then how much does General Chen want?” Hu Mei’Er’s voice became slightly more subdued.

Chen Mo stretched out one hand.

”Five hundred thousand taels?” Hu Mei’Er raised her eyebrow and then said, ”That’s too much, I need to think about it.”

Chen Mo shook his head: ”No, no, I meant fifty million taels.”

Upon hearing this, Hu Mei’Er’s eyes widened, shocked by Chen Mo’s outrageous demand.

No, it was not just an outrageous demand, but a pipe dream.

Hu Mei’Er lost her patience and said mockingly: ”Do you know how many First Grade Martial Artists fifty million taels can hire? General Chen, you think too highly of yourself.”

”One only has one life. Doing this with you, in some sense, is risking my life. Fifty million taels isn’t expensive, and even for my life, I find it cheap. I’m saying fifty million taels out of respect for you, Noble Consort.” Chen Mo laughed.

Though he also had to deal with Zhao Ji, he didn’t want Hu Mei’Er to take advantage of him.

”So, General Chen, you have no intention of cooperating at all?” Hu Mei’Er’s tone turned completely cold.

”No, didn’t I say before, if you keep me company, this matter could be negotiable?” Chen Mo teased.

”Scoundrel.” Giving Chen Mo a fierce glare, Hu Mei’Er felt there was no point in continuing the conversation and was about to turn to leave.

Chen Mo then said: ”If Noble Consort agrees to one thing, we can still cooperate.”

”What is it?” Hu Mei’Er paused in her movement.

”I’m actually very interested in the Black Shadow Killer Organization behind you. If there’s an opportunity for some in-depth understanding...”

Chen Mo smiled, remembering the need to avenge Luo Zhen, solve the murderers of Luo Zhen’s parents, and dismantle or destroy Black Shadow.

”What do you want to do?” Hu Mei’Er’s eyebrows furrowed. Black Shadow was a trump card for Nan Zhou’s restoration, and a vast organization painstakingly built over hundreds of years for assassination, intelligence gathering, and organizing rebellions, their core, absolutely not allowing external forces’ intrusion or attack...

Seeing Hu Mei’Er’s prickliness, Chen Mo could sense Black Shadow’s unusual nature and immediately said: ”Just a bit interested.”

Hearing this, Hu Mei’Er mentioned something she regretted and then said: ”Sure enough, Luo Zhen is in your hands. If my investigation is correct, she should be at the Luo Mansion in Celestial River City.”

Boom!

As the words fell.

Chen Mo suddenly reached Hu Mei’Er, grabbed her neck, lifted her up, and unceremoniously said: ”If you harm her, I will engage in a relentless fight with your people. You, even your nominal father, and those around you must die.”

A terrifying aura emanated from Chen Mo.

”Release the Noble Consort.” Three figures immediately revealed themselves from the dim areas within the room, all exuding the aura of Second-Grade Martial Artists.

Hu Mei’Er struggled constantly, slapping the hand around her neck as her face turned red.

Feeling her breath becoming more difficult.

Just when she felt like she was about to die this way.

Chen Mo released her.

Hu Mei’Er slumped to the ground, gasping for air with a distinct red mark around her neck.

Once Chen Mo released Hu Mei’Er, those figures surrounded him.

Catching her breath, Hu Mei’Er scolded: ”Are you insane?”

”I’m not insane. If she gets a single scratch, I promise to do what I just said. Moreover, you’ll never gather the Red Sun Bell.” Chen Mo’s tone turned icy.

Hu Mei’Er’s expression slightly changed, not provoking Chen Mo further, considering her heavy responsibility to restore Nan Zhou, with her family’s vast empire at stake.

While Chen Mo only had a few women around him.

Those with nothing to lose fear nothing; unless she could solve him immediately.

”Let him go,” Hu Mei’Er said.

”Your Highness...” The three seemed intent on solving Chen Mo there.

”Do you want the Dog Emperor to know about this?” Her tone grew cold seeing their hesitation.

Currently uncertain of his full strength, but he was certainly Second Grade. If fighting started, Chen Mo wouldn’t just sit and wait for death.

Not mentioning whether they could capture him, any disturbance would certainly attract the patrolling Imperial Guards, complicating matters...

Chen Mo coldly glanced at Hu Mei’Er, ready to leave.

Watching Chen Mo’s departing back, Hu Mei’Er said: ”We can overlook Luo Zhen’s matter, but any involvement with Black Shadow or the Yellow Turban rebellion, and we won’t mind mutually destroying each other.”

Chen Mo paused, then left without a word.

After he left, the eldest of the three bowed to Hu Mei’Er and said: ”Your Highness, he’s too arrogant, we should deal with him quickly.”

”Can you retrieve the entire Red Sun Bell from him? Can you bear the consequences if there’s a mistake?” Hu Mei’Er rebuked.

”Shall we get Xiao Yunqi involved?” someone suggested.

”Do you think that old fox is our subordinate? He comes just because we call him? He’s a cunning old fox, knowing about the Nan Zhou Treasure would mean huge losses for us.” Hu Mei’Er said.

”So we let this Chen Hong kid be so arrogant?” The three couldn’t tolerate it.

”Handle the immediate matters first. He’s a mad wolf now; dodge his edge for the time being. Once this is settled, if he’s still unwise, someone will deal with him.” Hu Mei’Er’s eyes glinted coldly.