Chapter 162: Living Lei Feng

Wang Ping'an gave the old man in the corner a casual glance, as if he were the neighbor grandfather, full of peace and kindness, but ignored him and turned to leave.

He knows the principle that offering unsolicited attentions without cause is either treachery or theft!

Although he didn't know why this old man called out to him, he didn't even need to think—it's certainly not a good thing.

Don't be fooled by the old man's grandfatherly, amiable demeanor; who knows if it's an act—human life's myriad scenes are the best training for acting.

Who knows if this old man—no, this undying old fool—has a belly full of trouble.

Wang Ping'an turned to leave, but after only a few steps, the old man limped over, blocked his path, and, seeing Wang Ping'an ignore him, showed no hint of anger on his face, remaining amiable.

Clearly, he has acting ingrained in his marrow!

If he were born on the Azure Planet, he'd surely win every major actor award at home and abroad.

Wang Ping'an frowned slightly, remaining silent—no, he is currently a Paper Person; even if he wanted to speak, he cannot.

He rose to leave, but after only a few steps, the old man blocked his way again.

"Fellow Daoist, I know you may be puzzled why I'm standing before you; it's because I have a treasure I wish to sell to you!"

As he spoke, the old man pulled an ancient jade slip from his pocket, handed it over, and said:

"It's a cultivation method, cheap at a hundred Low-grade Spirit Stones. But rest assured, fellow Daoist, you can try it first; if you're not satisfied, I can forgo even a single Low-grade Spirit Stone."

Wang Ping'an gave the old man a strange look; it was his first time seeing someone do business this way.

He had never heard of business among Daoist cultivators, especially one that allows a trial, let alone a spell and cultivation method.

Once he reads the spells and cultivation method in the jade slip, whether it's worth a hundred Low-grade Spirit Stones or not, he could claim it's not worth it.

Does that mean he can refuse to buy?

Could it be...

That this jade slip contains some technique he doesn't know—a trap?

But the problem is he's currently controlling a Paper Person; even if the jade slip has a trap, at most it would destroy his Paper Person and cost a storage bag.

Wait... the storage bag, besides being valuable, contains seven hundred eighty‑nine Low-grade Spirit Stones.

Could this undying old fool be using the jade slip's spells as a lure, actually targeting his storage bag and the Low-grade Spirit Stones inside?

Wang Ping'an sighed inwardly, feeling a bit regretful; this is Jiu tou shan ji shi, a monster's territory, and he'll have to return here to buy what he wants, so he can't cause a conflict here.

Otherwise, if this undying old fool harbors ill intent toward him, that would be a good thing—at most he'd lose a Paper Person.

Yet he could reap a great amount of Merit!

Wang Ping'an, still regretful and not intending to deal with the undying old fool, turned to leave, when the undying one, as if aware of his intent, blocked him again and thrust the jade slip into Wang Ping'an's hand.

"I know, I suddenly appeared, which may make you, fellow Daoist, suspect me, worry that I have ulterior motives, fearing the jade slip might contain a trap; not just you, even if I were in your place, I'd be worried too.

But please, fellow Daoist, hear me: I would never harm you!"

The old man said resolutely, "Fellow Daoist, I'll hand this jade slip to you first; you can inspect it at any time to see whether I've tampered with it.

If you think the cultivation method inside this jade slip is worth a hundred Low-grade Spirit Stones, you can give me another hundred Low-grade Spirit Stones!

If you think it's not worth it, I'll even give you the cultivation method for free!"

Wang Ping'an gave the old man a deep look, saw he showed no sign of panic, then stepped back a few paces, no longer blocking his path.

It seemed he was letting him go! 'Could this elder be a Living Lei Feng?'

Countless tangled thoughts swirled in Wang Ping'an's mind; as the undying old fool—no, the old man—passed by, his gaze occasionally stole a glance at him, seeing no sign of resistance, and instead smiling as he watched him leave.

When Wang Ping'an's silhouette faded from his sight, the old man—no, Xue Shen Dao Ren—had the amiable expression instantly replaced by a chilling coldness; his aura shifted, as if he became a different person.

"Cultivators who can control Paper Persons are nine out of ten demons or evil paths; I hope this cultivation method quickly strengthens your abilities so you can do more mischief—don't disappoint me!"

Xue Shen Dao Ren said with a smiling grin.

Wang Ping'an walked a long distance, constantly watching his rear, yet he didn't notice anyone following.

He couldn't tell whether the old man truly didn't worry about his death and would deny it, or his concealment technique was top‑tier.

He didn't even notice!

After pondering for a long while without understanding what was happening, Wang Ping'an grew too lazy to think further; he looked at a shop, and his eyes instantly brightened.

San Sen Spirit Fruit Garden!

As soon as Wang Ping'an entered, a rabbit demon approached, and though slightly surprised to see him, greeted warmly: "Fellow Daoist, may I ask what spirit fruit you wish to buy?"

His voice was pleasant, a mature‑woman tone; without seeing the rabbit demon's appearance, one might fall into a sweet fantasy.

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Wang Ping'an's mind shifted, and he took a sheet of paper from his storage bag, raising it.

On the paper was written, 'Do you sell spirit fruit trees, and at what price?'!

The rabbit demon gave Wang Ping'an a strange look, surprised that this Paper Person was so well prepared, and said enthusiastically:

"Fellow Daoist, we sell spirit fruit saplings here, ten Low-grade Spirit Stones each; how many would you like to purchase?"

San Sen Spirit Fruit Garden, besides selling spirit fruits, also sells spirit fruit saplings; the fruits are sold to cultivators or wealthy, powerful monsters, while the saplings are sold exclusively to monsters.

Some monsters who are not adept at or do not enjoy combat, living by farming.

Moreover.

They have a deep rapport with such monsters; most of the spirit fruit trees they cultivate bear fruit that they sell to them.

"Ten Low-grade Spirit Stones per sapling!"

Wang Ping'an thought, given the current size of the World Pearl, many spirit fruit trees could be planted.

Wang Ping'an's mind shifted again; a sheet of paper, a brush, and a bottle of ink appeared in his hand, and before the rabbit demon he wrote:

Buy all varieties of spirit fruit trees, a total of sixty‑seven saplings.

He originally intended to keep only nine Low-grade Spirit Stones to buy spirit wood, using the rest of the Low-grade Spirit Stones to purchase spirit fruit trees.

Only.

He recalled the jade slip the old man gave him not long ago, and thus decided to retain a hundred Low-grade Spirit Stones.

67 spiritual fruit trees?

The Rabbit Demon's eyes lit up instantly; this was a big deal, and it hurriedly said, "Daoist friend, shall I match them for you, or will you match them yourself?"

While speaking, the Rabbit Demon pulled a yellowed book from its clothing pocket, handed it over, and said, "Here are the varieties of spiritual fruit tree seedlings we have in our shop; you can take a look, I guarantee you won't be disappointed!"

(End of chapter)