Chapter 32: The Stall of Second Grandpa!

Hearing that familiar voice, Zhou Qing involuntarily shuddered.

To be honest, after what happened yesterday, he was genuinely afraid of Lu Yaoyao.

He then pretended not to hear and turned to walk away.

But Lu Yaoyao suddenly jumped in front of him, arms outstretched to block him, her expression serious: “She’s gone.”

Zhou Qing glanced at He Han beside her, his expression displeased: “Can’t you control her? Can’t you stop playing matchmaker? Someone might actually die.”

He Han knew he was in the wrong and didn’t know what to say.

But inside, he was slightly pleased—his little sister was trying to pair Zhou younger brother with the Xuanyou Immortal, which seemed utterly mismatched, yet it clearly showed she didn’t like this guy who sneaked into others’ baths.

Wasn’t that the best news of all?

Seeing Zhou Qing’s displeased expression, Lu Yaoyao’s eyes suddenly turned red.

Seeing this, Zhou Qing was utterly speechless.

I haven’t even said anything yet, and you’re the one acting wronged.

Seeing the situation turn sour, Yan Xiaohu quickly laughed it off and pulled Zhou Qing away swiftly.

“Are you alright, little sister?” He Han asked helplessly.

Lu Yaoyao wiped her eyes and mumbled: “I was too eager—I shouldn’t have interfered so casually. I don’t know what’s wrong with me lately, I just… I just feel too curious, too nostalgic.”

He Han didn’t quite catch what his little sister was muttering, but for some reason, at that moment, she looked incredibly fragile, incredibly lonely.

Yet soon, Lu Yaoyao’s eyes sparkled again as she cheered herself on.

“Maybe it’s not her—maybe I’m overthinking. Or maybe the timing just isn’t right. Let it be natural.”

Then she looked at He Han and smiled slightly: “I’m fine, Second Brother. Let’s go over there and stroll.”

Watching her alternate between crying and laughing, He Han was thoroughly confused; seeing her leave, he hurried after her…

Not far away, after confirming Lu Yaoyao and He Han weren’t following, Yan Xiaohu looked at his younger brother with the chicken and asked: “You really aren’t interested in the Xuanyou Immortal?”

Zhou Qing sighed, looking at Yan Xiaohu: “Third Brother, even you don’t believe me? I’ve only met her twice—what’s there to talk about in terms of feelings?”

Yan Xiaohu nodded: “That’s best. Never mind how desperate that old woman is—your body isn’t strong enough to handle her. Just consider the Siku Yan from Cangyan Dao Palace—you couldn’t possibly stand up to him.”

Zhou Qing nodded in agreement—everything was just Lu Yaoyao going mad.

Let’s just keep walking. Later, when the fight breaks out in the square, I still need to go there to grind my ignore points.

Soon, Zhou Qing suddenly stopped before a stall, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes, then quickly feigning indifference.

“Young sirs, take a look—everything here is top quality!”

The vendor was an old man with white hair, slightly plump, dressed in clean but faded coarse cloth. He now beamed at them warmly.

Unlike others, everything on his stall was wrapped in white cloth, looking mysterious.

“Pick freely, choose freely!” the old man beamed.

But Zhou Qing looked at the note above his head—【Sly Eye】.

That was the note from last time, when he disguised himself as Third Brother and Zhou Qing had to drag him into insulting himself.

Second Grandpa!

He was still here—he hadn’t left.

Was this his real appearance or another illusion?

Yan Xiaohu glanced once and turned to leave—he hated this kind of pretentious nonsense.

Don’t you see this area is filled with prodigies from various sects? How did you even get in here, and why are you pulling this act?

But Zhou Qing didn’t leave—he stared at the wrapped items.

Second Grandpa had countless treasures—he spent so long in Taiqingmen’s cave heaven, surely he didn’t come out empty-handed?

He casually gave me top-grade spirit stones as tips.

Logically, he shouldn’t be short of a few hundred spirit stones—why set up this stall? Maybe he’s just bored.

“Elder, I only have three hundred and fifty lower-grade spirit stones—what can I buy with them?” Zhou Qing asked respectfully.

Beside him, Yan Xiaohu immediately pulled him aside: “Are you crazy? Spend hundreds of spirit stones on this? It might just be an ordinary rock. The rules of the Treasure Exchange Fair are final sale—no returns, even if you buy a pile of shit.”

Zhou Qing said: “I know. But I want to take a gamble—I like the thrill of opening blind boxes.”

“You’ve clearly lost your mind from Lu Sister’s antics. Look—nobody’s buying here! He’s just an old con artist. Even if you want to hear a sound, you don’t throw away so much money.” Yan Xiaohu urged.

At that moment, Second Grandpa stroked his beard and stood up: “What do you mean ‘old con artist’? I’m honest with young and old alike! And your whispering was far too loud—I’m quite uncomfortable hearing it.”

“I said it on purpose. I’ve never seen anyone sell like this. Fourth Brother, let’s go!”

Yan Xiaohu shot back at Second Grandpa again, pulling Zhou Qing to leave—but Zhou Qing stopped, looking curious.

Seeing this, Second Grandpa quickly pulled out three wrapped items: “With three hundred and fifty lower-grade spirit stones, you can buy only one of these three. One of them is worth at least a thousand spirit stones—triple your money.”

“What about the other two?” Zhou Qing asked.

Second Grandpa chuckled: “Just like your brother said—thrown into water, not even a splash. Total loss.”

Yan Xiaohu stepped forward, hands on hips: “You just said it was worth more than the price—now you say it’s a total loss?”

“Ahem, you’re a big, clumsy fellow—why do you care so much? If you pick right, it’s worth more than the price.” Second Grandpa said.

“You…” Yan Xiaohu had no reply.

Zhou Qing, however, crouched down, holding the chicken, studying the three items closely.

All three were fist-sized. As Zhou Qing reached to lift one, Second Grandpa stopped him.

He grinned: “Don’t touch—choose by instinct. That’s the thrill.”

Seeing the gleam of excitement in Second Grandpa’s eyes, Zhou Qing suddenly understood why he set up this stall.

He probably just wanted to watch me scream in regret after losing everything.

Trapped in the cave heaven so long—he’s gone insane!

Zhou Qing stood up and tried probing with his spiritual sense—only to discover the white cloth was no ordinary fabric; it blocked spiritual sense entirely.

Yan Xiaohu still wanted to speak, but Zhou Qing shook his head slightly—he had made up his mind.

“Buy it, then—I’m done. Learn from your mistakes—you’ll regret this!” Yan Xiaohu crossed his arms, fuming.

Second Grandpa grinned: “Pick one!”

Zhou Qing exhaled softly, then looked at the left item, focused his mind, and activated his appraisal.

Instantly, information appeared.

【Yinming Wu Ling Wood: A rare spiritual wood, still containing pure wood-element spiritual energy—highly beneficial for those cultivating wood-element arts. Market value: at least one thousand lower-grade spirit stones.】

Seeing the floating text, Zhou Qing’s face lit up with ecstatic joy.

Hit the jackpot!

He’d planned to eliminate one, leaving two—then he’d have a 50% chance.

Even if he picked wrong, he could borrow from Third Brother and immediately buy another at the same price—if Second Grandpa was telling the truth, he’d still profit three hundred spirit stones.

No matter how you calculated, he couldn’t lose—and now he’d saved himself the trouble.

(End of Chapter)