Chapter 84: Joy

"All the willing do is take the bait; you needn't worry, we have a Heavenly Dao oath between us."

"Moreover, it wasn't you who made this old man become half a spirit vessel." Thus: Xuantang Xingjun naturally sensed her shift.

Jiang Yu gave no answer; a high‑rank cultivator flipped his hand to summon clouds and covered it with rain—nothing is that simple.

She glanced at Jiang Tu, hoping her little companion would wake soon so they could together keep watch on Thus: Xuantang Xingjun.

"Where are you going?" the latter asked, seeing her not take the road back to the inn.

"I'm heading to the freelance cultivators' market to browse for treasures." Jiang Yu suddenly felt someone eyeing her twice, but she looked around and saw no one.

"To buy good stuff you still have to go to the big shops; finding bargains like this is a matter of luck."

Be careful in the market, lest you attract the attention of demonic or evil cultivators.

"Oh right, you've switched among several tea stalls, and people are watching." Thus: Xuantang Xingjun hadn't noticed before, but Xiao Y's head suddenly turned; someone's gaze still followed.

"Alright, I'll circle around more; perhaps you can pinpoint who's tailing us." As expected, she wasn't mistaken; Jiang Yu thought that the western market was a mix of Taoist and demonic cultivators, so the shops were relatively safer.

She still headed toward the market to glance at the various goods, feeling a bit more at ease.

The market's hawkers shouted loudly; whether demonic, Taoist, Buddhist, or other cultivators, they all strained their voices to brag that their wares were beautiful and cheap.

Jiang Yu only browsed without buying, and her plain clothing didn't attract anyone's stare.

However, she avoided the noisy stalls or those with crowds, staying in an inconspicuous corner to look around.

Thus: Xuantang Xingjun had already scanned the whole area several times, saying, "A pile of junk, I have no idea what you're looking for."

"That one stayed at the entrance and didn't come in—Early Core Formation stage."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Jiang Yu squat in front of a young monk's stall, actually leafing through several Buddhist sutras.

He was utterly speechless, and Ao Ze, who was intently studying the Dragon Stele's true image beside him, after receiving Jiang Yu's mental transmission, said, "She has no idea how long she'll keep browsing."

"Old Xuan, let's go check the rice wine and fruit wine Jiang Yu brewed—has it been released yet?"

"What she makes aren't even called wine."

"I haven't tried it; let's both taste it and also point out any flaws for her."

"I can't drink either."

"Let's go, let's go."

Jiang Yu split a thread of divine perception into the Dragon Pearl, seeing them head far away to the riverside fruit trees to dig up wine jars.

Only then did she pick up a thin page from a tattered scripture and ask, "Excuse me, Master, is this talisman‑making booklet for sale?"

"I don't dare to be called Master; just call me a fellow cultivator. This one costs fifty spiritual stones, no bargaining." The young monk was also in his teens and at the initial Foundation Establishment stage.

He saw Jiang Yu's gaze filled with longing and asked, "You've been setting up shop for three days; are you finally opening today?"

"If you don't open soon, Master will abandon you and go back alone."

At the neighboring stall, a girl with a small pink face peeked over.

"I'll take it." Jiang Yu nodded, counted the spiritual stones, placed them into his money box, instantly slipped the booklet into a storage bag, and then pacified the chaotic primordial sigil flipping through the sea of perception: "I'll give it to you in a moment."

Then she asked the young monk, "Fellow cultivator, do you have another talisman‑making booklet like this?"

"Amitabha, this was an unexpected find—only this one copy." The young monk kept staring at the spiritual stone, his eyes full of smile.

None of the Buddhist sutras he copied had sold, and the few scraps of paper he obtained through a duel of techniques were randomly priced—and actually sold.

"This benefactor must never change their mind and return the goods! If you don't want to return them, what will you do?" The young monk wrestled with whether to quickly pack up and flee.

Jiang Yu didn't realize a drama was unfolding in the young monk's mind.

As she stood to leave, the girl at the neighboring stall whispered, "Senior, I know where you can find that kind of booklet."

"Is it the same? How far? Is it a shop or a private residence?"

"Exactly the same, not far—it's an old‑goods shop, full of old books and relics; I can take you there."

"The stall is under my control; I'll give you spiritual stones and a referral fee—will you buy it for me?" Caution is necessary; Jiang Yu looked at the girl's stall items: talisman pens, beast claws, broken swords, ores, etc.

The girl was slightly startled: "But my items also cost two or three hundred spiritual stones."

Jiang Yu immediately handed her a small cloth bag of spiritual stones, transmitting, "Count them; after you buy it, return the excess or make up the shortfall, and I'll give you a mid‑grade Gathering Qi Pill as a referral fee."

"Eh." The girl took the handful and hurried away.

The young monk looked up blankly at her, not understanding why she didn't go herself—if the purchase turned out wrong, who would bear the loss?

Jiang Yu smiled at him, stepped to the spot the girl had just occupied, and shouted, "Howling Moon Sky Wolf talisman pen, discounted, only one left; buy the pen and get cinnabar free."

"Passersby, don't miss it—Grade‑A dock gold ore, essential for refining equipment; choose me and it's free."

"Fifth‑tier Rift Wind Beast Claw, ancient cultivator's cave spirit sword—buy one, get one free, no loss."

The young monk: …

Not to mention, Jiang Yu's shout truly drew customers; they began browsing the stall, and then more people came to look.

By the time the girl rushed back with a booklet, most of the items on her stall had vanished, leaving only worthless things.

Jiang Yu handed the spiritual stones to the stunned girl, and upon taking the booklet from her, indeed triggered a reaction in the sea of perception's primordial sigil.

After the handover, Jiang Yu asked for the shop's address and left.

The girl hurriedly packed up and went home, leaving the young monk alone, scratching his bald head; the female benefactor shouted like others—why could she sell items?

Of course it's because Jiang Yu adjusted the price and bundled gifts; the key was also the girl's genuine goods.

At this moment she searched for that old‑goods shop herself, but could no longer find the same booklet.

She did manage to pick up two or three decent fifth‑tier spirit jujube woods, just right for testing a wood‑concealment talisman.

Jiang Yu went to a major shop and bought several fifth‑tier mulberry, jujube, and peach woods, and cheerfully returned to the inn, where Qi Haohao, who lived on the mountain, was welcoming back his injured grandfather.

Qi Zhenjun sighed repeatedly, "It was hard enough to break the formation and enter the building, only to find it empty and barren."

"Fourth uncle, the sect is in trouble. Third uncle is also trapped…" Qi Ba Shu had to add another bad news; he recounted the stone hall incident at the old Cloud Mist site, which was roughly the same as the rumors in the tea house.

Qi Zhenjun pondered briefly, "Going back now is useless; I need a few days to heal my wounds, then I'll talk to your second uncle later."

"Besides, the poison that was fine these past two days has been cleared; tomorrow I'll descend the mountain to look for Jiang Yu."

She came all this way to deliver things here; definitely not ordinary, perhaps she is a descendant of a branch of the Xun Family.

「Lao Ba, do you know where she lives. 」

「Qi Eighth Uncle reported the inn's name: Lao Shi is watching, Fourth Uncle, Hao Hao go find her properly, also several Nascent Soul cultivators might also become suspicious。」

Otherwise, let Hao Hao invite her as a guest, you search her soul, wouldn't that be better……」

「Eighth Uncle! 」 Qi Hao Hao interrupted him again.

「Hao Hao, first try to probe; if you can avoid searching the soul, then don't search. 」 Qi True Lord waved his hand, letting them leave.

While Jiang Yu was immersed in the joy of obtaining two fragmentary scrolls, even if targeted by a Golden Core cultivator, she still had to finish this first before speaking further.

Upon entering the room and activating two layers of restrictions, she flashed into the space, saying: 「I need to inscribe talismans; don't look for me if there's nothing. 」

Then she sealed the wooden hut, tore open the two volumes of fragmentary books, and she also didn't know which page was correct.

And the talisman book in her sea of consciousness flew out on its own for the first time, five-colored rosy light swirling toward the two fragmentary pages and two intact pages; the old colors on the paper faded away bit by bit.

In an instant it turned into a stream of light, flying onto the upright page of the chaotic primordial talisman.

Only saw that the originally merely half-complete sealing sigil and command sigil gradually became complete.