Chapter 49: Chance Encounter, Treasure?

Sigh~

When will a Nascent Soul cultivator like me ever rise above the fray?

Jiang Yujiu sighed inwardly, yet her face still wore a sweet smile as she answered each of the audience’s questions with a cheerful voice.

One of my senior sisters once boosted her popularity by literally smashing a boulder on her chest.

Honestly, I considered that option too—but ultimately gave it up.

What if I shrunk?! Thinking this, she glanced idly to the side.

Huh? That person carrying the water tank… isn’t that Chi Jiuyu from the Sword Sect?

If I looked like Chi Jiuyu, I’d definitely get massive popularity.

Of course, Jiang Yujiu only thought it—after all, impersonating the mysterious junior ancestor of the Sword Sect was no different from seeking death.

During the last Immortal Sect Competition, several of my senior brothers and sisters were outright beaten by Chi Jiuyu.

She glanced again.

No!

That really is Chi Jiuyu!

Most people might not recognize her, but Jiang Yujiu was a disciple of the Immortal Sect—and a seduction cultivator skilled in observation.

That unique, abstract aura could belong to no one else but her!

Chi Jiuyu was here—and with someone she’d never seen before! Her heart stirred with excitement; this was a perfect chance to piggyback on the hype!

Yet as she took one step forward, Jiang Yujiu halted.

Hmm…

Given Chi Jiuyu’s style, if I just walked up to her now, I’d probably end up badly hurt.

She won’t hold back just because I’m a seduction cultivator of the Joyful Sect—she might even hit harder.

That moment of hesitation was enough—Chi Jiuyu and Xu Xing had already walked toward the opposite side.

Seeing this, she gave up.

Forget it. I’ll just ride the hype of the Ancient Cultivator’s emergence instead.

Immediately, Jiang Yujiu flashed a sultry smile at her phone screen: “Alright, I’m heading to the hotel now—see you later~ (づ￣3￣）づ╭～”

She ended the livestream and once again summoned her seven-colored mist, slowly rising into the sky.

Most around her looked up, their expressions filled with awe.

Though everyone always claimed to look down on her, how many hadn’t secretly watched? If no one watched, the Joyful Sect wouldn’t be the most popular sect on the Central Continent.

And this—this was a living Joyful Sect seduction cultivator, not some screen-bound illusion. The last time I saw a seduction cultivator in Xuanjian City was when the Xuan Yue Pavilion first opened.

Too bad the mayor had it censored under the guise of urban beautification.

Feeling the gazes from all directions, Jiang Yujiu felt triumphant—this was exactly the effect she wanted, which was why she’d ascended so slowly.

“Still the same old antics,” Chi Jiuyu muttered, glancing back. “But if she recognized me, why didn’t she come over to ride the hype?”

Yes, she’d already noticed her.

“You’re waiting for her to approach you so you’ll have an excuse to beat her up,” Xu Xing cut straight to the point.

“How could I?” Chi Jiuyu blinked innocently.

…………

On the other side, Xiao Fan had just quit his job; since he was an unsignable temporary worker, it was easy enough.

Still, he felt bad for Brother Li—he’d always taken good care of him.

Walking along the exit path of the park, he felt a quiet helplessness.

He couldn’t return to school, couldn’t keep working—now it seemed he had no choice but to go back and resume cultivation.

Suddenly, a neatly packaged, exquisitely patterned ancient-style cup landed at his feet, bearing the park’s logo and a cartoon image of a blazing feather.

It was a souvenir sold by the park.

A souvenir shop stood just a short distance to his right—this must have fallen out accidentally.

Xiao Fan bent down to pick it up, intending to return it—but the moment his fingers touched it, a strange tremor stirred within his heart.

This is a treasure.

A wildly absurd thought surfaced in his mind, one he couldn’t comprehend.

“I’ve gone mad.”

He shook his head, suppressing the ridiculous notion.

This thing probably just came out of a factory—how could it possibly be a treasure? He assumed he was overthinking, and walked into the souvenir shop holding the cup.

“You dropped something.”

The shop had only one clerk—a shy girl, about sixteen or seventeen.

“Oh! Sorry, sorry, thank you so much!”

“No problem, it’s nothing.”

Xiao Fan glanced around the shop: besides the few displayed on the counter, a neat row of identical cups lined the shelves.

Clearly, I was imagining things.

Just as he was about to hand the cup back, another strong tremor surged within him.

If I give this away, I’ll regret it.

“This cup looks nice—how much is it?”

“Eh? Oh! Five spirit coins. See, the pattern here imitates an ancient magic treasure…”

The clerk launched into an endless pitch, her shyness vanished entirely.

From craftsmanship to pattern to the cup’s ancient history, she turned an ordinary cup into a one-of-a-kind masterpiece.

“…”

No wonder she was the clerk—her sales skills were solid.

Honestly, even without that absurd thought, her description had made me a little tempted.

But… he still didn’t buy it.

What could he do?

He only had three spirit coins in his pocket—and no discounts.

Sigh~ Five spirit coins.

Even if this really were a treasure, it wasn’t meant for me.

With that self-reassurance, Xiao Fan left.

Watching him go, the clerk was stunned—she’d played shy, then pitched for so long, and he still didn’t buy? Who was this broke guy?

She muttered under her breath, placed the cup back where it belonged, and poured herself a glass of water.

Her throat was dry from talking—making money these days was truly hard.

As she grumbled inwardly, another person entered—ordinary-looking, gentle aura, wearing casual clothes but polished leather shoes.

“I’ll take everything here.”

What? So rich?

“Of course!” The clerk beamed, stepping forward. “Total is 879,603 spirit coins—I’ll round it down to 879,600. May I ask your name?”

“Card payment.”

The man pulled out a jade card bearing a golden miniature sword emblem.

Issued by the Sword Sect. Counterfeits welcome.

“Your taste is impeccable—every item here is…”

As the clerk continued praising, she inserted the jade card into a machine.

The screen immediately displayed a string of numbers.

Units, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands, hundred thousands, millions, tens of millions, hundreds of millions, billions! The long string made the clerk dizzy.

Who the hell is this guy?! “Done yet?”

“Almost! Almost!”

For a figure like this, the clerk dared not entertain any extra thoughts. After deducting 879,600, she respectfully returned the jade card.

“Then everything here is mine.”

“Of course, sir. We can arrange staff to help you…”

“No need.”

The clerk blinked—and when her vision cleared, the super-rich man and every single souvenir in the shop had vanished.

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