Having received the promise, Little Yellow's golden figure "whooshed" into a streak of light and instantly disappeared into the rugged depths of Riftwind Valley, heading energetically towards its self-service roasted chicken.
On the other side.
Pei Lang was still numbly throwing his valuable Flame Burning Talismans into the fire when several cultivators dressed in ordinary Taoist robes, whose cultivation was only at the first or second level of Foundation Establishment, suddenly peeked out and hesitantly approached Shen Zhaozhao's "stall".
They all had some injuries, and their breathing was somewhat disordered, clearly indicating that they had just gone through a fierce battle.
"Um... Fellow Daoist Shen?"
One of the bolder ones looked at the mountain of Steel Feather Chicken spirit cores in front of Shen Zhaozhao, still stained with fresh blood, and said in a slightly trembling voice, "...Does this recycling still count?"
Shen Zhaozhao immediately switched to professional shrewd businessman mode, plastering a genuinely warm smile on her face: "Of course, and I pay on the spot."
The cultivators exchanged glances, their eyes filled with a desperate determination, and each pulled out a few spirit cores from their robes.
There weren't many, only two or three per person.
Shen Zhaozhao didn't hesitate at all. She took the spirit core and readily used the spirit stones she won in the preliminary betting round to settle accounts with them.
With the real money in hand, the anxiety on the faces of those cultivators was instantly replaced by immense joy. One of them even let out a long sigh of relief and couldn't help but complain, "Thank you so much, Fellow Daoist Shen, you've really been a great help!"
"This damn spirit core is really weird. It can't be stored in a storage bag at all. If I carry it on my person, it's not only heavy, but it's also uncomfortable. I'm always worried that someone will steal it."
Pei Lang watched from the side, and seeing the pile of spirit cores in front of Shen Zhaozhao visibly stacking up another layer, he fell silent.
Shen Zhaozhao glanced at Pei Lang, who was still hesitating and swaying, and suddenly smiled, saying in a seductive voice—
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com