Chapter 92: You Have Some Nerve

Wei Yuning couldn't help but smile.

Hai Yan's compassion overflowed again.

The standard price of the Crimson Dreamscape is one mid‑grade spirit stone; if desired, it can be raised to one mid‑grade spirit stone plus twenty low‑grade spirit stones. Generally, buyers of the Crimson Dreamscape don't mind this price difference.

Furthermore, people who buy the Crimson Dreamscape do so for spiritual needs, not because they are impoverished and able—or ought—to spend.

So Hai Yan's compassion is truly misapplied.

Of course, that's also what makes Hai Yan charming.

Wei Yuning has no strong obsession with earning spirit stones; he merely smiled, and besides, he doesn't care about that amount of money now.

The Xue Ying beside them instead showed a regretful expression, but since Hai Yan runs the shop, she couldn't stop it.

"Amitabha, madam donor, the Crimson Dreamscape is a rare treasure bestowed by the Buddha upon all beings; you are selling it far too cheaply!" the handsome monk said, palms pressed together, his tone unusually earnest.

Hai Yan was a bit stunned; after a few seconds she asked back, "Master, what price do you think is appropriate?"

"One top‑grade spirit stone!" the monk said calmly.

"This..." Hai Yan couldn't decide either; she looked at Wei Yuning with a pleading expression.

"Sure! I'm Qing Mo, a disciple of the Cloud Hidden Sect's herbal garden. How should I address you, Master?" Wei Yuning asked.

The handsome monk clasped his palms again and said, "Qing Mo, Qing Mo, good name! I am the humble monk Cheng Xin. Donor, you have a clear body, but your mind is too cluttered, and you have no affinity with my Buddha!"

Wei Yuning curled his lip, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, and laughed, "Master Cheng Xin, since your thoughts are pure, why do you still want to buy this 'Crimson Dreamscape'? I hear that everything seen within it is lewd sound and the aura of wealth and lust; how do you explain that?"

"Hehe, what mortals see is merely mundane; it cannot be compared with me. The Buddha's sect's rare treasure holds mysteries beyond worldly understanding!" Cheng Xin said disdainfully.

Wei Yuning chuckled, no longer arguing with the monk; since there were people rushing to deliver the money, he had no reason to refuse.

"Deal! How many Crimson Dreamscapes are left in the shop?" Wei Yuning asked.

"Besides this one, there are six more!" Xue Ying replied.

"I want them all!" Cheng Xin the monk said impatiently, and then he produced seven top‑grade spirit stones, paying in advance.

"If there are more later, set them aside for me; I'll probably come back in half a month!" the monk added.

Hai Yan, hesitating, gave the remaining poisonous fruits to Cheng Xin and Sang Chengxin, snatched them, bowed her head and whispered "Amitabha", and stored the items in a Universe Bag.

"Master Cheng Xin, I hear that Buddhist cultivation disciples wander; may I ask how you all make a living?" Seeing Cheng Xin finish packing, Wei Yuning asked. Observing the monk's simple attire, even lacking a storage ring, he couldn't help his curiosity.

I thought he was just a poor monk, but unexpectedly he's a wealthy tycoon.

"Disciple Qing Mo, Buddhist cultivators take eliminating lower demon heads as their duty. When a demon head dies, a Demon Pearl appears; Demon Pearls are excellent for cultivators to temper their inner demons. Our Buddhist sect primarily makes a living by selling these," Cheng Xin glanced at Wei Yuning curiously, surprised that the basic knowledge was unknown to him.

"Oh, is that so? I have news of a great demon lord right here!" Wei Yuning said proudly.

The monk was startled, then laughed, "Great demon lord? Hehe, funny! Even if there truly is one, we cannot deal with it! It would be useless!"

"Hehe, 'eliminate lower demon heads' is just cowardice—scaring the weak while fearing the strong!" Wei Yuning said disappointedly.

"... No, no. When facing invincible foes, preserving a useful body is the right path; otherwise, how are we different from mindless brutes?" For some reason, after finishing that sentence, he lowered his head and began chanting an incomprehensible sutra, and only after a long while did he lift his head.

At that moment, Wei Yuning's body shivered as the star power sphere inside him suddenly burst out. It traced a circle in the air, then dove back into Wei Yuning's dantian.

"This place isn't suitable for conversation; donor, do you have a secluded spot?" Cheng Xin suddenly asked.

"Yes, the back is very quiet!" Wei Yuning didn't hesitate and headed for the back door.

Behind the shop was a warehouse, backed against a rocky cliff, extremely hidden.

Seeing the two enter the warehouse and close the door, Hai Yan couldn't help asking Xue Ying, "That monk is so foolish; brother, might he have swindled all his spirit stones?"

Xue Ying laughed, "I wouldn't say so; our boss is also a fool!"

Inside the warehouse.

After closing the door, the interior was pitch black, but fortunately both were cultivators; using the faint light, they could roughly see each other's bodies.

"Master, why such secrecy, and what is this... thing?" Wei Yuning drew a circle with his hand and asked.

From the earlier star power sphere, Wei Yuning knew that Cheng Xin had set up a transparent air dome a few meters around. He didn't understand its purpose, but guessed it worked similarly to the spatial dome Hong Yun once used.

"Huh, you can actually see my 'Calm Heart Shield'—impressive, impressive! I didn't expect to meet people like you in this wilderness!" the monk exclaimed.

"Wilderness?" Wei Yuning glanced at Cheng Xin's garb, thinking to himself that he hadn't expected this. "This is the Cloud Hidden Sect; how could it be a wilderness?"

"In the Beast Spirit World, the entire Polar Sea is considered wilderness; moreover, this is the South Polar Sea far from the central continent! Wilderness is rife with foul qi, sacred mountain lands are scarce, and among countless cultivators, none achieve ascension. Such a poor place—if not wilderness, then what is it?" Cheng Xin said.

Wei Yuning hadn't expected the monk's words to be so irritating, yet they were indeed irrefutable.

"May I ask, Master, what business you have with me?" after a pause, Wei Yuning asked.

"Anything else? Of course it's your great demon lord! Tell me what you know in detail," Cheng Xin said excitedly.

……

Two hours later, the two emerged from the warehouse drenched in sweat.

"Master Cheng Xin, I entrust this to you! Next time you come, I'll give you the White Sail Jade Badge; thereafter any trade can go through Bailian Shangmei Transport Co.!" Wei Yuning said enthusiastically.

"Very well, thank you! Fellow disciple Qing Mo, stay a moment; time waits for no one, I must go!" Cheng Xin the monk walked as fast as lightning and hurried away.

"Brother, what did you discuss? Why did it take so long?" Hai Yan asked curiously.

"Master Cheng Xin will become our Secret Medicine Pavilion's partner; if you need anything, you can ask him—he has many fine items," Wei Yuning said with a smile.

"Does a partnership really take this long?" Hai Yan asked with a skeptical look.

Xue Ying covered his mouth and chuckled from the side.

"I'm leaving first, you two get busy!" Wei Yuning ignored Hai Yan and walked straight away.

Returning to Feng He Garden, Wei Yuning was about to contact the Wild Ox when a flash of white light streaked by and a bird landed before him. The bird bore the emblem of a long sword—it was a messenger from Senior Sister Qing Ling.

He eagerly activated the bird, and a familiar voice rang out, "Yuning son, you have some nerve, daring to scheme against senior sister?"