Chapter 176: with translation of chapter title

Damn it, that human cultivator deceived me—I knew humans couldn't be trusted!

The rat demon glared ferociously, unwilling and daring not to believe no matter what, having spent all its savings to buy the intermediate talisman—Copper Wall Iron Wall Golden Light Talisman, yet in the face of just a single flying sword it couldn't withstand even a single round.

It had originally planned to rely on the defensive power of the Copper Wall Iron Wall Golden Light Talisman to flee!

The rat demon seethed with endless rage, wishing to find the human cultivator who had sold it the Copper Wall Iron Wall Golden Light Talisman and demand an explanation.

Finally, it would even tear him apart and devour him alive!

After all.

That was all its savings—though it was ill-gotten wealth from killing and looting, at least it had earned it through hard work.

Every low-grade spirit stone bore its sweat and the blood of the fat sheep.

Just.

No matter how angry the rat demon was, it knew its predicament and hurriedly poured all its strength into circulating the demonic qi in its dantian, exerting all its might to flee while spewing wave after wave of demonic qi to block the incoming flying sword.

The defensive spell forming around its body not only failed to stop supporting the demonic qi—it actually intensified it.

Unfortunately.

What disappointed the rat demon was that, even exerting all its strength to flee, it still couldn't outrun the incoming flying sword; catching sight of the sword appearing behind it in its peripheral vision, it felt a chill and could only silently pray.

After years of cultivation, the defensive demonic technique that had saved it countless times could finally be put to use!

"Pfft!"

The rat demon suddenly saw a white flash dart out before it; next, a pain struck its heart, and in the next moment a spray of blood burst forth. Its formerly mighty body suddenly lost all strength, and with a "thud" it collapsed to the ground, instinctively lowering its head to look.

All that could be seen was a horrifying blood hole at its heart.

Obviously.

Just now, the flying sword likewise easily broke through the defensive demonic technique it was using, piercing through its back heart and immediately taking its life.

"That, that, that human cultivator didn't deceive me—he, he, he sold the intermediate talisman—Copper Wall Iron Wall Golden Light Talisman, and it's true. Yes, yes, it's that fat sheep that's too terrifying—one strike can destroy the Copper Wall Iron Wall Golden Light Talisman?"

The rat demon spat blood while wailing, not knowing in its heart whether to be happy or angry, and burst out cursing:

"Fang Lu, I curse your grandmother—this is the fat sheep you spoke of; this damn thing is a monster pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger! You blind fool, dare to provoke him?"

Having said that, the rat demon could no longer hold on; its neck slumped and it died.

However.

Even in death it bore a grudge against Fang Lu; originally it had objected to Fang Lu being the fourth brother among them, since it was the fifth—what right did a human have to ride on its head?

Moreover.

Every time after a killing and looting spree, Fang Lu always got a bigger share of the spoils than it did!

Now.

Moreover, it was Fang Lu who caused it to lose its life!

If Fang Lu could appear before it, it would gladly tear him apart and devour him alive!

"Ding! You have slain a wicked fox demon; congratulations, you receive reward: Merit +1000!"

"Ding! You have slain a wicked rat demon; congratulations, you receive reward: Merit +1000!"

Wang Ping'an controlled the paper person, walking out from the dark underground passage; hearing the mechanical, cold voice in his mind, looking at the rat demon's corpse, his face showed an undisguisable smile.

This treasure-hunting expedition not only yielded a large amount of merit rewards—six thousand in total—but also gained four monster corpses.

Even if they carried no treasures on them, the value of their corpses meant each could likely sell for about a thousand low-grade spirit stones.

That is, his moral standard is higher than that of ordinary evil cultivators, let alone ordinary people.

Otherwise.

Even the corpses of evil cultivators can actually be sold for low-grade spirit stones. Killing……

He only acts in self-defense; he will only strike lethally when others harbor ill intentions toward him.

To treat human corpses as merchandise for sale is something he could never do, no matter what.

Wang Ping'an called over the Peregrine Falcon Little Gray playing far away, picked up the rat demon's corpse with his storage bag, leapt onto the falcon's back, and drove it away.

He didn't hurry home, but instead flew toward the nearby Jiu tou shan ji shi market.

Jiu tou shan ji shi market, outside the Bei damen gate.

As soon as Wang Ping'an jumped down from the Peregrine Falcon Little Gray's back, Hu Jiushisan walked over to meet him, arriving before Wang Ping'an and immediately taking out one bundle after another from his storage bag, fawning with a smile, he said:

"Fellow Daoist, these are the three thousand low-grade spirit stones I owe you—please count them!"

Monster corpses, even though they sell well and are not cheap in the monster market, still need some time to sell a single corpse, let alone selling three at once.

It could quickly sell the monster corpses that Wang Ping'an had credited to it all at once, not only avoiding loss but actually earning a sum of low-grade spirit stones.

All thanks to Wang Ping'an!

This novel you have arrived at

It is because he still sells a large number of talismans to the clan's merchant guild at the price of three low-grade spirit stones for two talismans; although the guild's manager is a connection, he is not brainless and still knows how to do business.

They know that in the talisman business, they are the ones taking advantage.

Whoever lets them resell, they sell Wang Ping'an's talismans for three to four or five low-grade spirit stones each, making the price who knows how many times higher than ordinary talismans.

But because Wang Ping'an's talismans are of extraordinarily high quality, nearly matching intermediate talismans, yet priced cheaper than intermediate talismans, even if his talismans are quite expensive, the guild still finds them easy to sell.

Hu Jiushisan's talismans sold to them can be considered to have let them earn a tidy sum.

Naturally, they owe Hu Jiushisan a favor!

Upon learning that Hu Jiushisan planned to sell three monster corpses, and that they were sold by that talisman master, how could their guild possibly not purchase them at a high price?

Of course.

They actually don't lose out either!

They have channels that can sell the three monster corpses for an even higher price.

It can be said that they have achieved maximum profit!

Hu Jiushisan's talent allowed him to repay the three thousand low-grade spirit stones he owed Wang Ping'an so quickly.

Wang Ping'an placed bag after bag of talismans into his storage bag.

Hu Jiushisan swallowed, then whispered, "Fellow Daoist, I don't know if you need my help?"

Actually.

He really wanted to ask whether Wang Ping'an was selling talismans, but it hadn't even been a day since Wang Ping'an left and they had just finished a talisman trade—still less than a day had passed.

Whether Wang Ping'an is a talisman master himself, or knows a talisman master with whom he has deep ties, capable of obtaining or selling talismans for that master, it's impossible to do so quickly and trade talismans again.

"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!"

Suddenly, a series of dull sounds rang out, startling Hu Jiushisan; after reacting, he saw corpse after corpse of monsters lying on the ground.

These monster corpses were obviously just dead not long ago.

In Hu Jiushisan's mind, he unconsciously glanced at Wang Ping'an; a flash of inspiration passed, and he said strangely, "Fellow Daoist, you wouldn't be thinking of selling these monster corpses to me again, would you?"

(End of chapter)