Chapter 59: Heavenly Demon Flag

"Why is this person unaffected by my seduction?"

Regarding this point, Sumei'er could not figure it out no matter what; one must know that he possessed a seductive physique, and his execution of the Heavenly Demon cultivation technique was even more remarkable—even cultivators in the middle or late stages of Golden Core would be charmed by him.

Thinking of this, she felt somewhat unconvinced.

She immediately pushed the Heavenly Demon cultivation technique to its limit, its power increasing by several degrees, and the aura of seduction enveloped Su Zhangqing.

"Hmph!"

Su Zhangqing's expression changed slightly; the other party was truly ignorant of what was good for her, actually launching secret attacks on him one after another—it was truly detestable.

Su Zhangqing immediately channeled his spiritual power and let out a heavy, cold snort.

The resulting pressure slammed into Sumei'er like a thunder hammer.

"Cough!"

Sumei'er's expression changed abruptly, and a mouthful of fresh blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

"Is this how a fellow Daoist conducts business? If so, then this business is better left undone!"

Su Zhangqing's expression was incomparably gloomy, and he spoke in a cold tone.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Just at this moment, several auras suddenly pressed toward Su Zhangqing, and the atmosphere instantly became heavy to the extreme.

"What? Is the Myriad Things Pavilion bullying customers because of its size? Do you still intend to make a move?"

Su Zhangqing's expression was gloomy; he immediately channeled his spiritual power, and a powerful aura rippled outward in all directions.

"Fellow Daoist Su, it is a misunderstanding; it is Mei'er's fault, and Mei'er apologizes to you."

Sumei'er's expression changed abruptly, and she immediately apologized to Su Zhangqing with a respectful look.

The Myriad Things Pavilion was an industry of the sect; if its reputation were ruined by her, it would be difficult to answer to the sect upon returning, and at that time, some form of punishment would be unavoidable.

The several auras in the surroundings also quickly vanished without a trace, and calm was restored.

"The Myriad Things Pavilion opens its doors to do business; naturally, Mei'er would not do anything to disgrace the Myriad Things Pavilion. I ask that you give Mei'er a chance."

Sumei'er spoke in a delicate and soft voice.

"Hmm!"

Su Zhangqing nodded slightly, and his face finally looked a bit better.

Although Sumei'er had offended him, it had no impact on him.

"Estimate the value of these things."

Su Zhangqing raised his hand, and a palm-sized Storage Bag appeared in his hand and was placed on the table.

Sumei'er reached out to take it, opened the Storage Bag, and began to calculate.

"These are the remains of over eight thousand nine hundred blood-sucking bats, but the corpses are not well-preserved; although the important materials have been preserved, the value must be discounted."

Su Zhangqing listened and nodded slightly, saying nothing more.

"These blood-sucking bats are worth ninety-five thousand Spirit Stones. I will take the initiative to give you one hundred thousand Spirit Stones; the extra five thousand are an apology to you. I ask that you forgive Mei'er and look after Mei'er's business more in the future."

Sumei'er spoke softly, her eyes like autumn water as she looked at Su Zhangqing.

"What is past is past; if I have needs in the future, I will come again."

Su Zhangqing nodded indifferently, agreeing to the price.

"These are your Spirit Stones, Fellow Daoist; please check them."

After a moment, Sumei'er took out a Storage Bag and handed it to Su Zhangqing.

"Hmm!"

Su Zhangqing nodded, probed it with his divine sense, and after confirming the quantity was correct, he raised his hand and put the Storage Bag away.

"The transaction is over; I will not disturb you further."

Su Zhangqing cupped his hands toward Sumei'er and, without the slightest hesitation, walked directly out of the private room; soon, his figure disappeared from the room.

"Whoosh!"

A black afterimage appeared in the private room in an instant.

"Miss, shall I find an opportunity to eliminate this brat?" "Shadow, our Myriad Things Pavilion is in the business of trade; killing and fighting are not to be done. Besides, it was my fault."

Sumei'er's expression became cold, and she spoke in a flat tone.

"But this brat dared to offend you, Miss; he truly deserves to die!"

Shadow spoke in a grim tone, his words filled with murderous intent.

"Shadow, do not make me say the same thing twice; do not question my decisions!"

Sumei'er's expression suddenly darkened.

"Yes, Miss!"

"Su Zhangqing, what an interesting fellow; sooner or later, we will meet again."

……

After leaving the Myriad Things Pavilion, Su Zhangqing's complexion finally looked a bit better; he would not come to this Myriad Things Pavilion again. If nothing else, Sumei'er alone had left a bad impression on Su Zhangqing.

"Senior Su, have you finished your business?"

Among the crowd, Xiaohuzi saw Su Zhangqing's figure and trotted over to his side.

"Hmm, it is done. This is your reward; find me a place to stay, and your task will be completed."

While speaking, Su Zhangqing raised his hand and tossed ten Spirit Stones directly to Xiaohuzi.

"Thank you for the reward, Senior Su. As for a place to stay, I recommend you go to Tianshui Pavilion; the environment there is quite good."

Spending half an hour, Su Zhangqing spent three thousand Spirit Stones to rent a courtyard.

The courtyard covered about half a mu, and the layout inside was very exquisite; there was also a pond in the courtyard, the lotus flowers in the water emitting a faint green fragrance, and the fish in the lake swimming happily.

"There is still half a month until the auction; I should take this time to go to the stall area and see if I can unearth any treasures."

Everyone has a sense of curiosity, and Su Zhangqing is no exception.

Rumor has it that some people have become rich overnight by finding treasures, and there have even been Dharma Treasures; in short, the stall area is a magical place.

"Let's go and take a look!"

Having made up his mind, Su Zhangqing did not hesitate in the slightest and headed straight for the stall area.

"Don't miss out as you pass by! Gathering Spirit Pill, only ten Spirit Stones each; a bottle is twenty percent off, take it for eighty Spirit Stones..."

"A peerless divine weapon just unearthed, the Blazing Fire Sword, only one thousand Spirit Stones; for one thousand Spirit Stones, it can be yours."

"Great Strength Pill, one pill gives you immense strength; it is your best choice for turning the tables in adversity."

Just as he arrived at the stall area, the sounds of various hawkers were endless.

The entire stall area is massive, occupying a quarter of Tiannan City; even if one were to browse for a whole day, they might not finish, though of course, the quality of the items here is uneven.

There are good things and there are pieces of junk; trading here relies entirely on one's own discernment and luck, and even if you get swindled here, you can only blame your own bad luck.

Take the Gathering Spirit Pill that was just being hawked; it can't be considered a good pill at all, only barely qualifying as a low-grade pill. Even if it won't kill you, don't expect it to increase much of your spiritual power.

Furthermore, when it comes to pills, there is the existence of pill toxins; eating too much of this stuff easily affects one's cultivation.

That Blazing Fire Sword that was just "unearthed" is even more of a mystery—it's likely the work of some apprentice blacksmith, merely made to look old.

The entire blade is pitted and uneven, even missing a corner at the tip, and the whole sword is covered in a layer of dirt.

Seeing these things, Su Zhangqing could only shake his head.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Su Zhangqing's eyes brightened slightly, and he let out a soft sound of surprise.

Appearing before his eyes was a flagpole, pitch-black all over and about half a meter long, with streaks of blood-colored patterns spreading across it; there was a damaged section on the edge of the flag.

If one didn't look closely, one would only mistake it for a piece of scrap.

"Take it!"

For some reason, an inexplicable thought appeared in Su Zhangqing's heart.

It was as if missing this flag would mean missing out on a massive stroke of fate; cultivators sometimes have special intuitions in the dark.

(End of this chapter)