Chapter 12: Chaos Appears in the Market

Outer City, Xu Family.

Outside the courtyard, the pink walls are surrounded, and the green willows are still hanging.

The paths in the courtyard are connected, and all directions are accessible.

At this time, Xu Ying is in the pavilion, holding a cup of Huangshi tea.

She is wearing a green shirt, her figure is graceful, her fair face, and her light willow eyebrows make people's eyes light up.

Huang Gensheng and He Qu walked up quickly and cupped their hands. "See the young master."

"You are already my Xu family, don't be so polite."

Xu Ying waved her hand and smiled. "How have you two been these two days? If you have any discomfort, just tell me."

He Qu said excitedly, "Everything is good here, like heaven on earth, it is the place I dreamed of."

The Outer City is closer to the main spirit vein of Huangshi City, so the spirit Qi is naturally more concentrated, and the cultivation speed of cultivators here will also be much faster.

Most importantly, the Outer City is much safer than the outskirts of the city.

And the two of them became sons-in-law of the Xu Family, so they can safely stay in the Outer City.

For low-level rogue cultivators, it is simply a pie falling from the sky.

"That's good."

Xu Ying nodded slightly and said, "It's a pity for my cousin."

Originally, Xue Kai was valued because of his middle-grade spirit root. Who would have thought that such a thing as alienation would happen?

Huang Gensheng turned his eyes, moved in his heart, and said, "My Xu Family's top priority is to multiply, I don't know if I can recommend someone?"

Xu Ying couldn't help but ask, "Who is it?"

Huang Gensheng cupped his hands and said, "This person is Fellow Daoist Shengkui from Qingyun Street."

"It's him!?"

Hearing this, Xu Ying couldn't help but recall the poor, down-and-out, and honest rogue cultivator.

Huang Gensheng struck while the iron was hot and said, "Although this person's spirit root is a middle-low grade spirit root, he has not married yet, his background is also clean, he is younger than Xue... Kai, and his energy is also very vigorous."

Xu Ying pondered for a moment and said, "It seems you are very familiar with him. Since that's the case, you go to Qingyun Street and let him report to my Xu Family. As long as my cousin is satisfied with him, he can become a son-in-law of my Xu Family."

"Yes!"

Hearing this, Huang Gensheng was moved in his heart. Brother Lou, your good days are coming.

Just then, a young man wearing a golden Daoist robe walked in.

Huang Gensheng and He Qu felt cold in their hearts and hurriedly retreated two or three steps backward.

This person is the Xu Family guest Chang Zidao, an expert of the Martial Fighting Sect, who brought three points of murderous aura, and few cultivators of the same level are his opponents.

Xu Ying waved her hand. "You go down first."

"I'll retire."

Huang Gensheng and He Qu retreated hurriedly.

The sky was overcast, and the gloomy sky looked very heavy.

"Need to buy rice."

Lou Qinghe carried the Huiqi Pills he had refined these days and some spirit stones, and went to Longmen Market.

Along the way, the cultivators gradually became sparse, and the rogue cultivators setting up stalls on both sides were also sparse.

Hou Peng, who was very active in the past, was nowhere to be seen today.

Lou Qinghe came to the spirit rice shop and shouted, "Fellow Daoist Wang, give me thirty catties of spirit rice, no tofu today."

"You want spirit rice?"

A bearded strong man walked out, his cold eyes sizing up Lou Qinghe, and he could smell a faint smell of blood from him.

Lou Qinghe said calmly, "That's right, I don't know who you are?"

The strong man sneered, "This spirit rice shop belongs to the Zhou Family from now on."

"Zhou Family?" Lou Qinghe said secretly.

Longmen Market has a small half of the shops belonging to the Zhou Family, and a small half belonging to the Xu Family.

But the two families have never reached out to the spirit rice shop. This time it seems a bit different.

The strong man was a little impatient and said, "First-grade low-grade spirit rice is three low-grade spirit stones for ten catties, and so on. Which price

Lou Qinghe secretly frowned and said, "The price is so expensive?"

When Wang Gua Fu was here before, it was one Low-grade Spirit Stone for ten catties, but now it has actually risen to three Low-grade Spirit Stones for ten catties, more than tripling in price.

"Take it if you want it, if not..." The burly man squatted down and pointed into the distance with a grin, "There are plenty of people who want this spirit rice."

"Give me thirty catties of First-Grade Low-Grade Spirit Rice."

Lou Qinghe did not waste any more words and readily took out nine Low-grade Spirit Stones.

After all, if there is no rice in the pot, one will starve to death.

The bearded man nodded in satisfaction, then weighed out thirty catties of spirit rice for Lou Qinghe.

Just then, two loose cultivators came to buy spirit rice, but their faces turned pale when they learned the price, especially upon hearing the words "Zhou Family," and they could only leave helplessly while clutching a few Low-grade Spirit Stones.

"A bunch of bumpkins, still hoping for spirit rice to drop in price?"

The burly man looked at Lou Qinghe with disdain in his eyes and turned his head, "Kid, you are lucky; spirit rice will only get more expensive from now on."

After finishing, he ignored Lou Qinghe and turned to walk into the shop.

"Spirit rice will get more expensive?"

Lou Qinghe frowned tightly as he walked toward Long Men Tang.

If the price of spirit rice rises, there is only one possibility...

Most of the cultivators encountered along the way were panicked and irritable, as if they were one with this weather.

This made Lou Qinghe feel increasingly dangerous in his heart.

Before long, he arrived at Long Men Tang.

Just as he stepped into Long Men Tang, Zhou Lin said enthusiastically, "Fellow Daoist, you haven't been here for several days. How many Huiqi Pills did you refine this time?"

Lou Qinghe said indifferently, "I didn't refine many, forty or fifty."

"What!? Only forty or fifty?" Zhou Lin raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.

He had originally intended to take advantage of this good opportunity to make a fortune, but he hadn't expected there to be so few pills.

Lou Qinghe nodded, "That's right, the success rate was a bit low, so I didn't refine too many Huiqi Pills."

"That's fine, I suppose."

Zhou Lin calculated in his heart, then sighed on the surface, "Recently, the output of the herb garden has plummeted, the price of herbs has risen, but the price of Huiqi Pills has dropped..."

The corners of Lou Qinghe's mouth lifted, "It dropped again?"

Under the current tense atmosphere of Qingyun Street and Shili Street, things like pills, talismans, and magical artifacts are all valuable goods.

After all, these things are very useful at critical moments and might just save one's life.

For Zhou Lin to say this now clearly meant he was treating him like a fool.

One must know that at this juncture, as long as one cooperates honestly with him, making a profit is a very easy matter.

Zhou Lin nodded and said, "Yes, our Long Men Tang..."

Lou Qinghe waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I won't sell this time. Let's wait until the price warms up again."

Hearing Lou Qinghe say this, Zhou Lin was immediately displeased, "Fellow Daoist, do you think the price I offered is too low?"

Lou Qinghe raised his eyes, "Why? Does Long Men Tang want to force a sale?"

He believed that if this matter were exposed and Zhou Lin's taking of kickbacks at Long Men Tang came to light, the manager of Long Men Tang would certainly not let him off.

"Naturally not, Fellow Daoist has misunderstood." Zhou Lin also forced a smile, "We have been cooperating for so long; suddenly not selling makes things very difficult for me."

"That is your own business."

Lou Qinghe cupped his hands and walked straight out of Long Men Tang.

Watching Lou Qinghe's back, Zhou Lin's face gradually darkened, and an nameless anger filled his heart. He thought to himself, "Lou Qinghe, a common loose cultivator able to refine so many Huiqi Pills... I can't deal with you, but can't my uncle?"