Natural Fairy Species

Chapter 58 Square Stall

 After purchasing two satisfactory magical artifacts, Bai Zichen was in a happy mood and wandered around the market.

He carefully checked the wooden box and the magic weapon with his spiritual consciousness to ensure that no marks had been left on them.

He also had a shadow in his heart after reading too many stories about killing people to seize treasures and being targeted after making money while shopping in previous biographies.

"After all, Wanbao Pavilion is a top-notch trading firm all over the Liang Kingdom. It has always had a good reputation. It should not do anything like colluding with robbing repairmen... But it is better to be careful and make no big mistakes than to regret it later after falling into a trap." .”

Bai Zichen visited several shops on both sides of the street, including Wuxing Trading Company and Qingfengmen's own store.

 The magical instruments displayed in the store are somewhat different from Wanbao Pavilion in terms of quality and quantity.

“There is also a sense of service... Even the appearance and figure of a mortal greeting guests are not as good as others. No wonder the business cannot be done in Wanbao Pavilion!”

Bai Zichen criticized the sect's business methods and walked around until he reached the stall square outside Fangshi.

 At a quick glance, there are at least hundreds of stalls.

  Large scale, with three or four people taking care of it at the same time. There are a wide range of products on the shelves, most of which are basic talismans and low-grade magical instruments.

The scale is small, just spread a piece of silk cloth on the ground, put out two or three scattered goods, and leave after selling.

This is the normal situation for setting up stalls and practicing casually in the square.

“Let’s take a look at the spiritual objects dug out from the ancient secret realm. Those who are destined can learn the ancient supernatural powers from them...”

“The technique spread in Wuyue Temple, Wuyue Zhenren practiced it and became Jiedan Zhenren. If you miss it, you will regret it for the rest of your life..."

“A treasure map left behind by the Foundation Establishment overhaul. It is said that a life savings is hidden, and there is also a Foundation Establishment Pill…”

Several casual cultivators were calling out to customers at the top of their lungs, each sounding more tempting than the last.

 Bai Zichen actually went to take a look at the stall that said there was a real martial arts technique from the Five Mountains. It was a yellowed book with four big characters on the front page, "Five Mountains Magical Skills" with dragons and phoenixes dancing in them.

“This fake is really not careless. Master Jiedan has not yet recorded the inherited skills on the jade slips, so I took a book and copied them..."

Think about it and you will know that Wuyue Temple has become a separate courtyard of Qingfeng Sect. If the Wuyue Zhenren's skills really survive, it will only fall into the hands of the sect.

This so-called Five Mountains Divine Gong is basically a collection of several volumes of qigong exercises that were scrambled and pieced together, and then the book was aged.

“Old man, you ruined this treasure of mine and just want to run away?”

“What nonsense are you talking about? There were cracks in this bowl when it came into our hands. When I was wandering around in the market, you were still in your mother’s womb and you blamed me for it..."

“Let’s all come here to testify. These two people have damaged my family’s heirlooms and want to rake them down. Come on, brothers, help me ask the steward of the square to make the decision!”

 In front of a stall opposite, a large number of monks gathered, and bursts of noise could be heard.

 In such a large square, countless disputes occur every day.

Bai Zichen was not interested in watching the excitement. He was determined to find something good from the casual cultivator stalls. It was like scouring the sea for sand, which was unrealistic.

Every name with a loud name and a story about a family heirloom is 100% fake.

Specialized in coaxing novice monks who are just starting out and have no experience.

 Taking two steps further, I found that the sound of the argument sounded familiar, so I circled around and returned to the opposite stall.

The stall owner is a thin young man with fairly regular facial features and a cunning and anxious look in his eyes, which gives people a very frivolous feeling.

At this time, he was tugging at the sleeves of the two monks, refusing to let them go no matter what.

“Old man Tong, Lu Song... what a coincidence, I didn’t expect to meet these two here.”

 No wonder the voice sounded familiar. It turned out that the two people who had an argument with the stall owner were both acquaintances of Bai Zichen.

“Old Tong passed the examination as a handyman disciple that day. Lu Song didn’t know how…but since the two of them were traveling together, they probably joined the sect in the end.”

Bai Zichen is not in a hurry to come forward. Near Zongmenfang City, will his handyman disciples still suffer from casual cultivators?

 “Butler Xiong is here! Give way!”

From the crowd of spectators, a fat and muscular man walked up. His arms were as thick as the waist of others. He seemed to be the person known as the Plaza Bear Manager.

"What's going on? I don't know that the area I'm responsible for is usually the quietest. I hate it when people show off!"

Steward Xiong took one step at a time, narrowed his eyes to take in the situation, and said gloomily.

 For Fang City, Qingfengmen will only manage the four streets in the core area, including the guard formation.

The outer square and the huge residential area for casual cultivators and mortals have never been regarded as part of Zuofang City by Qingfeng Sect. As long as nothing outrageous happens, the sect will not bother to show up.

 Hundreds of stalls in this square are already a big business.

 If there are interests, there will naturally be disputes.

For the location of stalls and due to price competition for similar goods, various phenomena have given rise to the position of square manager.

Divided the circular square into four sections, and each section had a steward in charge of handling affairs and collecting stall fees from casual vendors who set up stalls.

For casual cultivators who can take the position of steward, in addition to having high enough cultivation and being ruthless enough, the most important thing is to be able to have a relationship with the Qingfeng Sect.

 Otherwise, no matter how tyrannical you are, you will not be able to secure your position.

With his spiritual consciousness, Guanshi Xiong’s cultivation level cannot be hidden. He is a seventh-level Qi refining monk.

“In the later stage of Qi refining, no wonder he can control the situation and everyone is afraid of him like a tiger.”

Bai Zichen stood aside and watched to see how the fat and strong man was going to deal with this matter.

“Boss Xiong, you are here just in time, you have to make the decision for me!”

A faint joy flashed across the face of the thin young man. He let go of the old man and the boy, and picked up the broken bowl that was broken in half from the stall on the ground.

"The little one has always operated with integrity in the market. Boss Xiong, you know very well that there has never been any fraud. These two people just came to the stall to see my family heirlooms. One of them accidentally smashed the treasure bowl. They immediately I just wanted to run away, but luckily I caught him!"

Steward Xiong pinched two pieces of the bowl and said, "What do you two have to say? Is what he said true?"

“Steward Xiong, as soon as I, Junior Brother Lu, picked up the bowl, it was broken into two halves. It was obviously broken a long time ago. It was placed here to blackmail people. It was not us who caused it..."

Lu Song's face turned red with anger. Old Man Tong grabbed him and stepped forward to explain.

“Nonsense, my treasure bowl has always been in good condition. There were customers who liked it this morning and almost bought it! Several stall owners nearby can vouch for me!”

 The thin young man jumped up, as if he had been greatly wronged.

“Yes, I saw the treasure bowl in the morning and it was fine.”

“The old man and the young man looked upright, but they didn’t expect to commit a crime and refused to admit it..."

Several stall owners testified in unison, making Old Man Tong speechless for a moment, knowing that he had run into a market tyrant.

 Before he became a spiritual planter, he also lived in the market for two years and saw such scenes.

I didn’t expect that old age would happen to me.

"Then it seems clear. If you two damage the stall owner's goods, you will naturally have to pay compensation according to the price."

Steward Xiong waved his hand and directly finalized the matter.

"Boy, how much spiritual stone is your broken... treasure bowl worth?"

“Guanshi Xiong, we are both disciples of the Qingfeng Sect. How can you come to a conclusion without further investigation?”

 Old man Tong didn't expect this fat and strong man to be so unscrupulous, so he quickly took the identity token and handed it forward.

 (End of this chapter)