Seeing that Old Master Zhuang was angry and unwilling to talk to her, Zhang Xu had no choice but to go out and find Zhuang Xiyue. However, Zhuang Xiyue had also gone to find Rong Lin. For a while, she couldn't find anyone to talk to in the city lord's mansion.

Zhang Xu could only wander aimlessly through the city, feeling utterly bored.

As they were strolling around, they saw a peddler carrying a cart and setting it down on a shelf, and a group of girls immediately surrounded him.

Curious, Zhang Xu followed along and heard the surrounding women chattering excitedly, some asking for handkerchiefs, some for rouge, and others for jewelry.

The peddler was also a silver tongue, exaggerating his goods as if they were something that only existed in heaven.

Among these dazzling array of goods, a pair of old bells hung on the side of the shelf. The bells were pitted and dented all over, and the tassels that held them were covered in stains.

Zhang Xu found it strange and took the pair of bells.

When the peddler saw her take the bell, he mysteriously approached her and said, "Young lady, you have a good eye. This bell is a magical artifact. Ordinary people can only see those mundane things. Are you a cultivator?"

Zhang Xu picked up the bell and shook it a few times. The sound was quite clear, and it seemed that it was only a little broken on the outside.

"Since it is a sacred artifact, I wonder how a layman like you obtained it?"

Hearing her question, the peddler became interested: "You wouldn't believe it, but I saw it with my own eyes."

Seeing her disbelieving look, the peddler lowered his voice and said, "You know Spring Breeze Inn, right? That proprietress isn't human. A few days ago, when I was traveling through the village, I saw her fighting with someone. Wow! With one swing of her hand, she cleaved a small mountain in two. She's incredibly powerful! Yes, I was hiding right next to that mountain, and I saw with my own eyes a man in black use this bell to send that proprietress flying."

Listening to his rambling, Zhang Xu just smiled and was about to put the bell back. With her eyesight, she couldn't see anything special about the bell.

"How much is this? I'll take it."

Before Zhang Xu could hang the bell back up, a pair of hands took the bell from her hands.

Turning around, she saw Yan Chenghuan smiling as he held the money pouch.

"Hey, where did you get the money?"

"It's from Uncle Zhuang," Yan Chenghuan said generously, handing the peddler a tael of silver. "Keep the change."

Zhang Xu was taken aback, then took the bell from his hand and said, "Isn't one tael of silver too expensive for this?"

"You've been looking here for so long, you must be broke, right?" Yan Chenghuan mocked her.

Zhang Xu blushed. She had already spent almost all the money in her hand and was now truly penniless. But what was the meaning behind Yan Chenghuan's nouveau riche act?

"You've spent all the money along the way!"

Yan Chenghuan pressed the bell into her hand: "Here you go, this is for you!"

Zhang Xu rolled her eyes at him: "You think you can settle your debt with a broken bell?"

Yan Chenghuan opened her innocent eyes and said, "Didn't you choose this yourself?"

Zhang Xu sighed.

The two strolled side by side down the street.

Miluo City is located in a remote area, and neither the imperial court nor the immortal sects can manage it well. As a result, it is a place where all sorts of people mingle. However, Zhuang Shengqi is able to manage it in an orderly manner, which suggests that his strength is unfathomable.

Silver ornaments are very popular here. Everyone on the street, regardless of gender, is adorned with silver jewelry, some even wearing silver hats several tens of centimeters high. The gleaming silver shines dazzlingly in the sunlight.

"This is called Snow Stone Silver. According to local legend, wearing it can bring longevity, good health, and happiness, so every household will buy silver ornaments," Yan Chenghuan explained to her.

"Is there any difference between this and what we use?"

Yan Chenghuan pointed to the mountain road in the distance where the snow-capped peaks could be seen: "Do you see that mountain? The snow stone silver is all mined from that mountain. Legend has it that there is a snow fairy in the mountain, and the snow stone silver is the snow fairy's protection for the people living around. Therefore, the silver stone on this mountain is bright in color, soft in texture, and deeply contains the spiritual energy of the snow mountain. It is different from the silver coins we use."

"That bell you just wore was made of snowstone silver."