Chapter 194: Make Big Money!

The naive fool hesitated—twenty taels per sheet! He bought them to slash ghosts; how could he waste them just for fun?

Seeing Pan Yun speak so sincerely, he reluctantly believed her: "Fine, I believe you, Sister. After all, we graduated from the same academy; you wouldn't lie to us, right?"

"That's right—if I lie to you, you can come up the mountain anytime to find me. I'm studying at the academy; how could I run away?"

Everyone thought that made sense and resumed buying.

The old beggar watched her weave magic with words, pulling sales back in just a few sentences, and finally couldn't hold back his loud laughter, limping away on his crooked leg.

Pan Yun heard the laughter and turned to look, but only caught a glimpse of his back before the naive fools surged forward and blocked her view; she was shoved back two steps and quickly restored order: "Don't rush, everyone, don't rush—you'll all get some! Besides the divine Lei Fu for catching ghosts and subduing demons, I also have the essential escape tool—the Feisu Fu!"

"Isn't that just a Qingshen Fu?"

"The Qingshen Fu is nowhere near as good as the Feisu Fu. Believe me—the Feisu Fu is far superior, especially when combined with your own martial arts; even if your cultivation hasn't reached the First Marquis, you'll still feel like you're flying—faster than an eagle."

The crowd expressed skepticism.

Pan Yun waved to Miao He: "Miao He, go!"

Miao He slapped the Fu onto her body; the moment it activated, she felt a powerful thrust, and simultaneously sensed her body grow lighter. Without hesitation, she leapt upward, stepping on leaves as she flew to the rooftop, then shot away with two swift whooshes, vanishing from sight.

A Daoist Priest with excellent martial arts followed immediately, leaping onto the roof and chasing her silhouette: "Let me see just how fast you are…"

Everyone only caught a glimpse of their backs—but even from speed alone, they were truly fast.

Especially since the one testing the Feisu Fu was a young, chubby girl—it was far more convincing.

"If that chubby sister can move that fast, I'll move even faster with it! This is definitely the ultimate escape Fu—I'll take two!"

"Two won't do! Give me five!"

"Five? Hmph! Give me ten!" It was again that plain-dressed, ordinary-looking Daoist Priest.

Pan Yun looked at him with new eyes; she thought they could become long-term partners.

She'd been wrong before—truly. The real mass consumers of Fu weren't ordinary civilians, but these Daoist Priests.

She could easily do wholesale—sell her pre-drawn Fu through them to the civilians who needed them.

Though Old Qian had wide connections, each profession has its specialty; who among them had the most contact with civilians needing Fu? Only the Daoist Priests.

Pan Yun swiftly counted out ten Feisu Fu and handed them over, then took the silver notes he offered, stuffed them into her bosom, and turned to greet the next customer.

The commotion outside the Tian Shi Mansion instantly drew the attention of its staff and the Daoist Priests still inside; they couldn't help stepping out to take a look.

The senior masters of the Tian Shi Mansion saw Pan Yun holding a bundle of Fu, selling happily while shouting: "Superior Fu, personally drawn by Master Xuanmiao of Mount Sanqing—twenty taels per sheet! Only this one chance! After today, you won't get another chance to buy!"

The senior masters of the Tian Shi Mansion: …

As if Master Xuanmiao's Fu-drawing skills were learned from Mount Sanqing.

Everyone turned to look at True Person Zhang; True Person Zhang smiled faintly, ignored their stares, nodded to Zhang Ziwang, then turned and walked away.

Everyone understood: True Person Zhang tacitly approved. His smile even held a hint of approval toward Pan Yun.

The others also turned and left, leaving the aftermath of the grand gift to Zhang Ziwang to handle.

Zhang Ziwang glanced only once at Pan Yun in the crowd, then turned and left, leaving behind the senior and junior disciples who had been quietly approached by Pan Yun in utter confusion.

Zhang Shiyi couldn't help gritting his teeth: "Wasn't it only five sheets?" Among the crowd, the senior and junior disciples who had once received special attention wore identical expressions—but they soon let it go.

Whatever. She didn't overcharge them either—still twenty taels per sheet. And when they bought Fu before, it was one-on-one service; no need to jostle like this.

Pan Yun hadn't expected her Fu to sell this well either. If she'd known, why had she bothered so hard earlier?

Miao He, who had flown off, whooshed back again, leaping from a nearby rooftop, stepping through air as she flew over Pan Yun's head, shrieking: "Little Auntie, I can't stop—!"

Before she finished speaking, she was already flying far away.

Pan Yun barely had time to look up; she couldn't even reply. Seeing her fly off, she lowered her head and kept selling Fu.

Seeing Miao Zhen also looked up, saw the pursuing Daoist Priest fly over their heads, and relaxed, focusing on collecting money for Pan Yun.

After a long while, they heard Miao He's frantic screaming again. One gripped the Fu, the other clutched the silver notes, both looked up—and saw Miao He flying toward them from afar, still shrieking nonstop.

Pan Yun immediately infused her voice with Qi and shouted: "Use the sealing hand seal! Tear off the Fu! I taught you how!"

Miao He whooshed past overhead, shrieking—but she heard. She stabilized her martial arts, formed the sealing hand seal, tore off the Fu, and turned back.

The Daoist Priests heard that the Feisu Fu could be sealed mid-flight—this meant one Fu could be used multiple times! They grew even more eager, immediately pulling out money to buy.

Pan Yun's supply of Lei Fu and Feisu Fu sold out completely, and many Ping'an Fu went too.

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After all, she'd borrowed "Master Xuanmiao's" name.

The senior and junior disciples standing on the steps, watching as they stuffed silver notes into their bosoms and saw Miao Zhen holding a cloth sack full of silver ingots, blinked in surprise: "Did Master Xuanmiao draw so many Fu? When did she become so diligent?"

Hearing this, everyone grew uneasy and pulled out their Fu to inspect: "Could these be fake?"

"Impossible—the Qi within is so potent. Only a Fifth Stage expert with exceptional Fu artistry could draw these. On Mount Sanqing, only Master Xuanmiao and Yin Song can draw such Fu. But Yin Song's Fu… isn't bad either?"

"Not quite as good as Master Xuanmiao's, but still excellent."

They examined their Fu closely. They couldn't tell who drew them, but they could confirm these were high-grade Fu. Twenty taels per sheet? Not a bad deal.

Those who bought the Fu left happily; those who didn't were heartbroken—they thought twenty taels too expensive, hesitated, and lost their chance.

Someone immediately asked: "Sister, will you have Fu tomorrow? Like these high-grade ones?"

Well, she could work overtime—for the money.

Pan Yun said: "Tomorrow I'll have twenty more, but the price will be twenty-five taels per sheet."

The buyer stared: "Why are you raising the price?"

"I have to send someone overnight to get Fu paper from my sister—it costs extra, so shouldn't the price go up?" Pan Yun said: "Do you want them? If so, leave one tael as deposit and your name. Come tomorrow to pay the balance and collect your Fu."

The buyer clenched his teeth, then said: "Fine! Twenty-five taels it is! I'll take two—one Lei Fu, one Feisu Fu."

Pan Yun took the two-tael deposit, grabbed Miao Zhen's hand in one, Miao He's in the other, and pushed through the crowd, using her martial arts to sprint back to the academy while the sky was still bright.

The campus was crowded with students, so the three returned safely.

Back in Fengqi Courtyard, Pan Yun immediately locked the door, emptied all the money she'd collected, dumped the silver ingots onto the table, and rubbed her hands: "Before I start getting unlucky, let's count the money!"

I feel I still need to take two days off, because since returning from Beijing I've had a severe cough; tests showed mycoplasma infection. This requires IV drips, which are both painful and slow—about four hours per day. So I'll wait until my cough improves before resuming stable updates and extra chapters.

(End of chapter)