Chapter 168 A Fateful Marriage 6
Ning Yan quickly flipped through all five books. Compared to Master Yunyang's books, the Su family's books on techniques were more detailed, especially the immortal techniques and medical techniques. The cultivation methods for immortal techniques were easier and more conducive to learning and mastering them, while the medical techniques contained many methods for treating strange and unusual diseases. Ning Yan couldn't bear to put the books down.
"Tell me, how much do you want to sell it for?"
Su Yan smiled, "I said, five million for each book."
Ning Yan slammed the book she was holding onto the table. "These books must be family heirlooms, right?"
Before Su Yan could speak, Ning Yan continued, "You should have asked others. These books may look valuable, but to those who know their value, they are worthless. To those who don't, they are even less valuable. Even if you're lucky enough to meet someone who wants to buy them, no one can come up with that much money, right?"
To cultivate Taoist arts, one must be able to absorb spiritual energy, which is why Taoist arts have been lost over time.
Ning Yan believed that Su Yan was the kind of person who couldn't cultivate Taoism, otherwise he wouldn't have taken out his family's treasures to exchange for money just to please his girlfriend.
Su Yan's smile disappeared. Ning Yan was right. Those who know their stuff are naturally insiders. Each family has its own lineage of Taoist techniques. Even if they get their hands on this thing, they won't practice it, and even if they wanted to, they wouldn't spend a lot of money to buy it.
To those who don't know its value, this thing is a scam, and they would never buy it.
The only exception is when you encounter someone who genuinely wants to buy cultivation techniques. Such people generally lack the strength to afford tens of millions to buy a few books.
In other words, they already have tens of millions, why would they need to learn magic? Wouldn't it be better to use that money to enjoy life?
How much are you willing to give?
“I can’t rip you off too much. How about ten million? But I want to pay in installments. You’ll have to pay a one million deposit first, and I’ll pay the remaining nine million within a month.”
Su Yan thought about it and realized that a month was not something she couldn't wait for.
The two signed a contract on the spot, and Ning Yan transferred one million to him.
Before leaving, Ning Yan reminded Su Yan: "Your facial features indicate that you will have a lot of money coming in recently, but with the Po Jun star in your life palace, there will also be ups and downs in your love life."
So be careful, it's best not to tell others about your wealth, or you might end up losing everything.
Su Yan smiled after hearing this. A fortune? Isn't selling books a fortune?
This huge fortune was given to me by her, do I even need to calculate it?
And of course, he wouldn't tell others about his wealth; he also knew the principle of not flaunting one's riches.
Therefore, he didn't take Ning Yan's words seriously at all.
There's nothing we can do. Ning Yan is too young, and her words have no credibility whatsoever. Besides, if she really could read faces, why would she spend ten million to buy her book?
He smiled and agreed, then took the contract and left.
Two people stood at the entrance of the coffee shop, one to the east and one to the west.
When they turned their backs, they both laughed.
Su Yan never thought that his books could actually sell for five million each. In fact, it would be good if all five of them sold for two hundred thousand.
As a result, we made a killing!
Ning Yan was also very happy. She got something that was originally priceless for only ten million yuan. It was a huge profit.
She helped him out of consideration for the fact that he sold her the book, hoping he wouldn't be swindled out of all he had left by his girlfriend.
Of course, it would be better if he were truly swindled out of all his money, so he would learn his lesson. It's only a million, even if he's swindled out of it all, he'd still have nine million left.
After parting ways with Su Yan, Ning Yan returned to the hotel and ordered a large amount of food. Before eating, Ning Yan habitually lit three incense sticks so that Xu Jinchen could have dinner with her.
However, ghosts only inhale the aroma of food when they eat; the food they eat doesn't look any different, except that it loses its flavor.
"Didn't you want to eat boiled fish? I've set aside a small portion, and the rest is yours."
Ning Yan spoke as she served the food, and Xu Jinchen nodded, "Actually, I could have waited until you finished eating before I ate."
"You're going to eat my leftovers? That won't do."
It's not like they can't afford to eat, and the leftovers can be used to feed small animals, so it's not a waste.
After dinner, Ning Yan went to the bathroom to take a shower. Xu Jinchen walked through the door and appeared in front of the bathtub.
How did you get in?
"You must be tired from shopping today, let me give you a massage."
His cultivation level was so high that he ignored the heat of the bathwater and squeezed into the bathtub. Even though he was invisible to outsiders, the bathwater splashed up when it hit him, and water droplets ran down his cheeks.
Ning Yan reached out and touched his face. "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Xu Jinchen shook his head, "Ever since I got together with you, I've always felt that I'm different from other ghosts."
He took Ning Yan's hand and placed it on his left chest. "Feel it, see if it's throbbing."
Ning Yan carefully sensed it and found that Xu Jinchen's heart was indeed beating, but the frequency was different from that of a normal person. It was very slow, and it might only beat once every one or two minutes.
"Have you asked what other ghosts are like?"
"They have no heartbeat."
He was certain of this; he had never had a heartbeat before, and he didn't know whether it was because of Ning Yan or the cultivation technique he practiced that caused this change.
Ning Yan pulled open his clothes and kissed his bare chest. It was slightly cool, and his body temperature was much lower than hers. It was the most comfortable thing to hug him in the summer. "I don't think it's a bad thing. Maybe one day your heartbeat will return to normal, and you can live openly under the sun."
Xu Jinchen was also looking forward to this day, so that he could go shopping with his wife. If those men dared to stare at his wife so brazenly again, he could openly and legitimately deal with them, instead of just sending each of them a wisp of yin energy like he did today.
If Ning Yan knew what he was thinking, she would definitely slap him. A wisp of Yin energy from the Ghost King is enough to bring bad luck for several days.
But now it's clear that she can't think about anything else.
Her deadbeat husband was being unruly; while he was pressing her down, his hand kept moving to other places.
...
An hour later, Xu Jinchen carried Ning Yan back to the bedroom. After she fell asleep, he went out to work.
The night the soul returns is also the night he collects the souls. Tonight, the Xu family can die.
As expected, Zhang Yuke invited a Taoist priest to perform a ritual to help Xu Jinguang pass on to the afterlife.
When Xu Jinchen arrived, the Taoist priests had just finished their work and were wrapping up.
None of the little devils he sent were there, because their cultivation was too shallow. Perhaps they were afraid the Taoist priests would take them in, so they all hid far away.
As soon as Xu Jinchen entered the villa, he activated his domain field. The lights in the room began to flicker, the air became gloomy, and the temperature dropped sharply.
The senior Taoist priest was indeed quite skilled; knowing that a ghost had entered the house, he immediately began chanting incantations.
(End of this chapter)
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