Chapter 76: Have You No Shame?
This spirit wine might not be rare in the future, but it will sell very well in the current market where it’s unavailable.
This spirit wine might not be rare in the future, but it will sell very well in the current market where it’s unavailable.
Merchant caravans travel between several Sects, and they want to order a batch of goods from Fan Guozhou.
The leader of the merchant caravan is named Tang Lingxiao.
Early Foundation Establishment Stage.
Cultivators become merchant caravans for no other reason than their mediocre talent, making it difficult for them to advance further in this life. Being a merchant allows them to constantly travel in dangerous places, hunt Demonic Beasts, and earn double the Spirit Stones.
Those with courage are still willing to take a gamble.
High-level Cultivators exert a Realm pressure on low-level Cultivators. When Tang Lingxiao first saw Fan Guozhou, he noticed that although Fan Guozhou felt uncomfortable due to the suppressed Realm, he showed little fear and was even very relaxed.
This is quite rare among Cultivators.
Of course, Tang Lingxiao didn’t feel offended; he was just there to buy something. Acting too aggressively would offend the local Cultivators, who have Sects behind them.
He is a Rogue Cultivator and has no advantage.
Since it was a transaction, Fan Guozhou didn’t beat around the bush.
“Because this method was something we accidentally researched, it’s quite difficult to produce. The cost price is four [Spirit Stones] per bottle. We offer multiple flavors. We can only produce twenty bottles a day. How many do you want?”
Tang Lingxiao scanned Fan Guozhou and said, “We’ll stop for five days and take a hundred bottles to try first. Five flavors are fine, twenty bottles of each.”
Fan Guozhou agreed without hesitation, “Okay, pay half the deposit first, and we’ll deliver here then.”
As he spoke, he noticed the Cultivators accompanying Tang Lingxiao were catching Little Flower Beasts.
Those Little Flower Beasts were just Tier 2 ordinary Spirit Beasts, lacking even basic Spiritual Intelligence.
A blue Little Flower Beast tried to shrink into the ground, but it was completely defenseless. The Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator grabbed the leaves on its head and pulled it out like pulling a radish.
Then, he casually threw it into a cage used for displaying and selling.
The action was rough.
To these creatures without Spiritual Intelligence, they were no different from Mortals in the eyes of Cultivators, not worth caring about.
The little blue flower beast cried out in pain as it was thrown into the cage. It pitifully hugged the leaves on its head with its paws and trembled in a corner.
The other Little Flower Beasts had similar reactions.
There are seventeen in total here.
Fan Guozhou’s gaze fell on these Little Flower Beasts.
Tang Lingxiao scanned him up and down, “You want to buy them?”
Fan Guozhou pointed at them, “Use them to offset part of the cost. I’ll take them all.”
Tang Lingxiao raised an eyebrow, “Fine.”
He was already planning to transport Spirit Beasts to sell, so Fan Guozhou taking them all saved him trouble.
Fan Guozhou added, “Give me the cages too, consider them a gift.”
These cages had a small Formation specifically designed to trap Spirit Beasts and prevent them from escaping.
Tang Lingxiao, “You’re quite good at business.”
Fan Guozhou, “I think I’ve solved your problem.”
Tang Lingxiao found this person interesting and said meaningfully, “As a Cultivator, being too kind is not conducive to cultivation.”
The disciples raised by these Sects are always too naive.
After venturing out for training for a long time, they will understand how treacherous this World truly is.
Cultivators need to abandon the Seven Emotions and Six Desires to reach the Heaven-reaching Great Dao. Why show compassion over trivial matters?
Fan Guozhou just smiled.
He silently added in his heart.
I’m willing.
If it weren’t for his apprehension of Tang Lingxiao being a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator, he would have said it directly.
In the end, Fan Guozhou returned to the Sect on Fei Que Mountain with a deposit of thirty Low-grade Spirit Stones and the cage containing seventeen Little Flower Beasts.
Upon returning to the mountain, Fan Guozhou saw Su Daqiang.
Su Daqiang, currently a Smurf, was not suitable for going down the mountain to scare people. He could only cower in the Sect, tending to the Spiritual Field.
Fan Guozhou beckoned to him, “Qiangzi, come here.”
Su Daqiang rolled his eyes, “What for?”
Fan Guozhou showed him the Little Flower Beasts in the cage, “Look at this blue one, doesn’t it look like your son?”
Su Daqiang’s eyes widened, “Holy crap, you bought so many? You bought out all the Spirit Beasts down there? Damn, it’s good to be rich.”
Su Daqiang was genuinely envious.
Fan Guozhou stroked the blue Little Flower Beast and showed it to him, “Just tell me, does it look like your son?”
Su Daqiang was still tempted by the Spirit Beast, “Are you going to give it to me?”
“Eleven Low-grade Spirit Stones.”
Su Daqiang’s face turned pale, “Are you a beast? Don’t think I don’t know they sell them for ten Low-grade Spirit Stones down the mountain. I just logged off! You took a trip and you’re raising the price?!”
Fan Guozhou’s expression remained unchanged, “I am a beast.”
Su Daqiang: “…”
I’ll be damned.
The wickedness of a Capitalist!
Su Daqiang hesitated. He didn’t have the money, but tending to the Spiritual Field on the mountain was indeed boring. He didn’t dare to go out before his skin recovered, fearing he’d be hunted as a Demonic Beast.
It would be nice to have a Spirit Beast to keep him company.
At this moment, Fan Guozhou suddenly smiled and patted his shoulder, “I was just kidding.”
Su Daqiang thought he had a change of heart, “I knew it, were you going to give it to me?”
Fan Guozhou said, “When you have ten Low-grade Spirit Stones, bring them to redeem your son.”
Then he left.
Su Daqiang: “…”
***
Song Jiulai was currently wearing a mask and looking around the Black Market.
The Immortal Worship Ceremony was held on the last day, and they had to leave after it ended.
Seven days in advance was a buffer time for the major Sects. During this period, Cultivators of every Realm had their own activities, and the Black Market was one of the must-visit places.
This mask was provided by Liuxian City. Once worn, it could alter not only your appearance but your entire physique.
For example, Song Jiulai might appear as an unremarkable Male Cultivator to others, and it would also obscure your Aura.
Coming to Liuxian City, she realized that this so-called Black Market was located in the underground mortal market northwest of Liuxian City, trading in things not commonly found on the market, or even common items.
But they might have one thing in common.
That is, their origins might be questionable.
Who knows if the people here were Cultivators who had committed robbery and murder.
Of course, there are also normal Cultivators, but here, one doesn’t need to reveal their identity or hide their appearance, so they don’t have to fear being discovered.
This place is a hub for selling stolen goods.
For instance, Song Jiulai still had a Jin Shu Mustard Seed Bag on her.
But she didn’t dare to take it out.
Song Jiulai saw someone selling a Qi Condensation Early Stage Cultivation Method from the Blood Prison Sect.
This was an internal Sect Cultivation Method, basically not passed on externally. The fact that it was being circulated meant it was stolen goods.
How incredibly bold!
The Blood Prison Sect would arrive tomorrow!
Song Jiulai had nothing to sell herself. She rummaged through her bag and found only a pile of Demonic Beast Materials and some junk she had picked up.
She would be too embarrassed to even show them.
Then she saw someone selling Diamond Silk.
Diamond Silk is a Tier 2 Spirit Material, the main component for refining Tier 2 Mustard Seed Bags.
It was also something Song Jiulai needed at the moment.
Diamond Silk is quite rare, similar to the Earth Lingzhi she obtained before. The standard price is fifty Low-grade Spirit Stones.
After paying taxes, she still had Mid-grade Spirit Stones left, so she wasn’t too worried.
She squatted in front of this stall owner. The person appeared to be a Female Cultivator, but might not be.
Song Jiulai asked, “How much for the Diamond Silk?”
Since she had come this far, the price was bound to change.
The other party said, “One Mid-grade Spirit Stone.”
Most people would turn and leave upon hearing this price.
Song Jiulai calmly said, “Forty-nine Low-grade Spirit Stones. Let’s call it making a friend.”
The Female Cultivator looked up, as if shocked.
She leaned closer to Song Jiulai and whispered.
“Do you have any shame?”
