Huh? Is it so easy to increase the male lead's favorability?

Before the stall owner finished speaking, Ji Yunmiao's cold voice rang out.

His fingers pressed on the constantly trembling black gold sword, as if the sword would be unsheathed in the next second!

The stall owner flinched at the stare, but straightened his back again when he heard everyone whispering.

"Why are there still people questioning Master Wen Feng's talisman?"

"A teleportation charm. Not many people know how to draw one, and a little girl actually questioned it."

"That's not right. Didn't they say that Master Wen Feng only has one...first disciple?"

Suddenly, voices of doubt were heard from the crowd, and among the voices accusing Wen Jin, they stood out from the crowd.

"What do you know? They say that if they have one disciple, they can't guarantee that they won't secretly accept others! Aren't there many such cases?"

This voice was quickly suppressed by another voice.

Everyone nodded when they heard this: In the world of immortal cultivation, there are many cases of secretly recruiting disciples. Although this Master Wen Feng is a genius who became famous at a young age, judging from previous rumors, he seems like someone who can do such a thing.

Ji Yunmiao's eyes swept across everyone, so cold that they seemed to freeze.

But since Wen Jin didn't say anything, he just followed Wen Jin's advice.

The stall owner looked at Wen Jin and Ji Yunmiao arrogantly: "Don't you even believe in the talisman drawn by my master?"

"How come I didn't know when I accepted a second apprentice?"

Wen Jin sneered, then reached out and wiped away the changed appearances of her and Ji Yunmiao.

"You look like this, are you qualified to be my apprentice?"

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and summoned the badge of the leader of Fuyao Peak, which she quickly passed in front of everyone.

She raised her hand, and the talisman that was originally in the stall owner's hand immediately flew to her hand: "You drew this kind of talisman that goes straight to the underworld, and you want to put the blame on me, Penglai, what is your intention!"

"He just relied on the fact that everyone usually only used the Earth Escape Talisman and couldn't touch the Teleportation Talisman. Now that he's been exposed here, he's still using my name to cheat and ruin the reputation of my Fuyao Peak!"

Wen Jin stared at the man coldly. Without her making any move, Ji Yunmiao's sword was already silently against the man's neck.

"When I first saw you making a living, I only mentioned this talisman."

"Aren't you dissatisfied now?"

Wen Jin put away the sword that was on the table, and with a wave of his hand, all the talismans on the table floated in the air.

Her fingers moved across the talismans one by one: strokes were missing! Shapes were distorted! This one even had the basic runes drawn wrong! I wasn’t qualified to comment on you just now, I don’t know if I am qualified to comment on you now! "

Wen Jin moved his fingers, and all the talismans that had just floated up flew towards the man in an instant!

The thin talisman paper scratched the man's face, tore his clothes, and scratched his exposed skin. The wounds were not deep, but there were many of them and they were torturous enough.

The man had just broken out in cold sweat, and now the cold sweat seeped into the tiny wounds, like salt on the wounds. He was in so much pain that he didn't care about the sword on his neck and knelt down to beg for mercy.

"I was blinded by greed and agreed to do such a harmful thing!"

Seeing this, Ji Yunmiao was about to speak, but saw a figure approaching quickly.

It was Jiang Zhuo.

"Junior Brother Ji, please be at ease."

Hearing this, Ji Yunmiao's eyes turned cold and he felt a little annoyed: What does it mean that this person always waits for the end before sitting back and enjoying the fruits of his labor!

His sword was still against the man's back, but his cold gaze was fixed on Jiang Zhuo.

"Everyone, please be patient."

Jiang Zhuo's voice was gentle but powerful. He looked at the stall owner with a stern look in his eyes. "This matter was mismanaged by the Kunlun Immortal Sect. It should be handed over to the Kunlun Immortal Sect for interrogation."

Having said that, without waiting for Wen Jin and Ji Yunmiao to speak again, he waved his hand and asked the people behind him to push Ji Yunmiao aside and lift the man up.

"take away."

The young master of Kunlun Immortal Sect's gaze rarely turned cold. He stared at the man, and even the smile that was usually on his lips disappeared.

Wen Jin felt something was unusual. She and Ji Yunmiao looked at each other and saw some suspicion in each other's eyes.

After the storm subsided, Jiang Zhuo turned to look at Wen Jin and Ji Yunmiao, and resumed his humble and polite demeanor: "Junior Sister Wen, Junior Brother Ji, what a coincidence, how about we go for a walk together?"

Hearing this, Wen Jin looked at Ji Yunmiao again and shook his head gently at him, signaling him not to be impulsive.

"It's my honor." Wen Jin smiled and agreed.

……

Wen Jin looked around and felt that the streets here were much more lively than the city he had visited before.

Her eyes inadvertently swept across a familiar bottle and paused.

"Girl, do you want the Soul Gathering Pill?"

The stall owner followed her gaze to the stall and asked with a smile.

Jiang Zhuo glanced at Wen Jin, who seemed to be very interested in the Soul Gathering Pill, and asked, "Uncle, how much is the Soul Gathering Pill?"

"Not much, not much, one pill costs fifty mid-grade spirit stones."

He happily spread out his palms and made the shape of "five".

"How many are there? I want all of them, and I'm giving them to the girl next to me."

Jiang Zhuo said, turning his head to look at Wen Jin: "Just consider it as an apology for what happened just now."

Wen Jin came back to his senses when he heard this and quickly shook his head: "No, no, I'm just taking a look."

As she spoke, she looked at Ji Yunmiao, trying to get Ji Yunmiao to stop Jiang Zhuo from paying.

So Ji Yunmiao spoke up: "I'll offer sixty middle-grade spirit stones each."

Wen Jin: ???

Wasn't her eye contact obvious enough?

"Seventy medium-grade spirit stones." Jiang Zhuo glanced at Ji Yunmiao and spoke.

"Eighty." Ji Yunmiao remained calm and continued to raise the price.

"ninety."

"A high-quality spiritual stone."

"Two."

……

Wen Jin looked at Ji Yunmiao, then turned to look at Jiang Zhuo and shouted.

"stop!!!!!!"

She turned around and put her hand between the two of them and the stall owner: "You two, why don't you give me the money?"

"Don't you want it?" Jiang Zhuo and Ji Yunmiao tilted their heads at the same time and asked in unison.

Wen Jin: ???

"When did I show that I wanted it?" she held her forehead.

"..."

"..."

Ji Yunmiao and Jiang Zhuo looked at each other in silence.

Ji Yunmiao snorted coldly, turned around and said to the stall owner: "Fifty middle-grade spirit stones, I want them."

"You just offered a top-grade spirit stone." The stall owner said with some pain.

"Now we won't fight for it. I want it. Will you sell it to me?" Ji Yunmiao looked at him indifferently with a flat tone.

The stall owner was silent for a moment after hearing this: the expectation was increased several times, who wouldn’t be confused?

"Forget it." Seeing that the stall owner was silent, Ji Yunmiao stood up and took Wen Jin away.

"Sell, sell, sell, I'll sell!" The stall owner sighed and shouted behind Ji Yunmiao.

Upon hearing this, Ji Yunmiao immediately flashed back to the stall owner, took out two high-quality spirit stones with a cold face, and exchanged them for the four Spirit Gathering Pills in the stall owner's hand - plus the small porcelain bottle.

Seeing that Jiang Zhuo seemed to be picking up the sect's sound transmission talisman, Wen Jin lowered his voice and asked Ji Yunmiao: "Why did you buy this? Don't you know how to..."

She didn't finish her words. After all, Ji Yunmiao didn't confess that he could make medicine, so she left herself some room for maneuver.

Ji Yunmiao glanced at her, his brows softened a little, his fingertips gently stroked the porcelain bottle, and uttered four words: "Very different."