"Yes, no."

The man looked at the girl: "Hey..." He glanced at her and noticed her beautiful face. "Fellow Daoist, how much is this ghost?"

"Four......"

Six spirit stones.

The girl quickly corrected herself: "Six spirit stones!"

The man frowned: "A ghost that a mortal becomes after death, even if it just died, is worth no more than four yuan. Six yuan is too expensive."

[Thinking of Master Liu, he said to the man, "I hate men." Then he said to the woman, "Sister, I'll sell it to you for only four yuan, will you buy it?"]

"I hate men!" the girl said sincerely.

She then said to the nun, "Sister, I'll sell it to you for only four dollars, will you buy it?"

“Okay,” the female nun said with a smile.

She was about to take out her money.

"Wait!" the male cultivator interrupted.

How can a man be stingy in front of a woman he admires!

"Six stones it is!" The male cultivator gritted his teeth and took out six spirit stones.

"Senior brother..."

"Junior sister, there's no need for further words. Consider this a gift from your brother to help you advance to the fourth level of Qi Refining."

The money and goods were settled.

Clutching the six spirit stones she had obtained from selling ghosts, the girl felt numbness in her hands and feet, dizziness, and a sense of déjà vu, as if she had stepped into a bizarre storybook.

Encountering ghosts, the Immortal Market, selling ghosts...

Go to the Qigong shop at Zizhu Mountain.

The girl came to her senses, but she didn't rush off.

She walked across the street, looking at the spirit land while playing with the six spirit stones in her hand.

She only left when the young cultivator was trembling with anger.

When she arrived at the Zizhushan Kung Fu Shop, the exquisite five-story building made her hesitate to enter.

She gripped the branch around her waist, drawing courage from it, and went inside.