Market stalls
Bihuang Hotel, the front desk is registering information.
"ID card?"
She had forgotten that she was an illegal resident in the Middle Three Districts and only had an ID card from the Lower Three Districts. She hadn't used the ID card for a long time and didn't know where she had lost it.
Huang Chen saw her embarrassment and explained, "I'm sorry, this tourist is from the Upper Third District and has lost his ID card. Also, ID cards from the Upper Third District are not valid in the Middle Third District. Is that correct?"
The registration information for hotels in the middle three districts is actually not strictly controlled, because many of them are tourists from other districts, and some are tourists from the upper three districts, and their ID cards are not entered into the system.
Huang Chen continued to speak eloquently, "Beautiful lady, this tourist is from our travel agency, so there should be a discount, right? Plus, she's staying for ten consecutive days, do you think there are any other discounts?"
The receptionist glanced at him and tapped away on the keyboard. "Ma'am, the price for a ten-day stay is 1,880 low-grade spirit stones. Since you're a new customer and you're staying for ten consecutive days, we've waived the difference, so you only need to pay 1,800 low-grade spirit stones."
Qianluo smiled and said, "Great!"
Huang Chen felt relieved when he saw her scan the code to pay. With 1,800 low-grade spirit stones, his commission was settled!
He looked at Qianluo as if he was looking at the God of Wealth: "Sister, you can still find me before 2 p.m. tomorrow!"
Qianluo nodded: "Okay, bye!"
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Bihuang Hotel is a newly opened mid-range hotel with a neo-Chinese decoration style.
A winding path leads to a secluded place. Once you enter the hotel room, you can see all kinds of Chinese-style furniture, pens, ink, paper and inkstones... The equipment is complete and all are branded goods. The hotel has separate wet and dry areas, and disposable slippers, toothbrushes, toilet mats... everything you need is available.
On the first day of her stay, she was given a free bottle of Shui Family Spiritual Spring worth 100 low-grade Spiritual Stones. It was such a pleasant surprise that she even thought about buying it herself!
Qianluo couldn't wait to take a sip. "Ah, it really has a light fragrance when it enters the mouth, and it is full of spiritual energy. My waist and legs don't hurt after a day of walking around anymore. I can run 800 stairs in one breath."
"Cough cough cough..." She drank too quickly, wiped the water off and studied the Lingwang phone.
The spiritual network signal covers the entire central three districts, and you can send messages and make calls anytime and anywhere. However, there are relatively few apps. The most useful one is Lingfubao, an app developed by the Xiuxian Alliance for cultivators.
Similar to Blue Star X-Letter, it not only allows for chatting, payment, and watching videos, but also has a monk forum with multiple sections: second-hand sales, anonymous reporting, monk help...
Qianluo opened the monk forum with great interest, and saw many posts scrolling by.
"I only used this high-level magical weapon I bought from Treasure Pavilion once. I'm selling it at a 10% discount. If you're interested, please contact me privately!"
"I want to report Wei Chao, a cultivator from the Wei family, for bullying men and women and committing all sorts of evil. Pictures, pictures, videos!"
"Hey guys, I just came from the countryside. Does anyone know how to set up a stall? I just stayed in Xiuxianfang for a while, but I got chased away by the urban management!"
Qian Luo found the post interesting and immediately clicked on it to read it. Comments streamed in: "Sister, first go to the Cultivator Center to register your personal information, pay 10 low-grade spirit stones, and get a stall permit before you can set up a stall!"
"That's right! But now the business is monopolized by Jubao Pavilion, and Xiuxianfang is in a slump. It's just that there's still a second-hand market, so it hasn't closed down."
"Yes, business is tough right now. Everyone is tightening their belts. Even my low-level magic weapons are on sale at 50% off, but no one's buying them!"
"Besides, the Xiuxianfang is full of mixed people. If the poster next door accidentally offends Wei Chao of the Wei family, we will be in trouble."
Wei Chao? Was he the cultivator who had clashed with Shui Qingyan from the Jubao Pavilion?
Qian Luo immediately clicked on the post. The poster was a female cultivator who talked about how she and her brother set up a stall to sell second-level talismans. As a result, Wei Chao took a fancy to their talismans, robbed them directly, beat people, and kicked over the stall. The urban management did not care, and it was useless to report it to the cultivation center.
"Alas, sister, you're on your own. This Wei Chao... even the natives of District 6 can't afford to offend him!"
"Sister, I feel sorry for you, but I advise you to give up. The Wei family is vying for the position of district chief recently. They are one of the six major families. I don't think your report will be of any use!"
"The staff at the Xiuxian Center can't help either. After all, they're just cattle and horses. There's no way they can resist the family!"
"I calculated that this post will be blocked in 10 minutes."
"Sister, I can't help you with anything else. If you still want to earn spirit stones, I suggest you sell the second-level talismans to other small shops. The threshold for entering the Treasure Pavilion is high, so you can try other small shops."
Qian Luo frowned. He didn't expect the Wei family to be so powerful. He wanted to continue scrolling down to read the comments, but the post was blocked in less than a minute.
Qianluo: ...It's too early to say it in the comments, it will be blocked in just one minute.
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There is a spirit gathering array in the hotel, and the spiritual energy is quite good. Qianluo was sound asleep and too lazy to practice. She fed Chi Zhao some fire, and when she woke up it was already twelve o'clock in the afternoon.
When she opened her phone, she found that Huang Chen had sent her a message: "Sister, are you going out today?"
It was already nine in the morning when I sent the message.
Qian Luo did not answer. She clicked on Shui Qingyan's circle of friends and found that she had posted a picture of a third-grade cleansing spirit pill yesterday. The copy was: Wash out impurities, wash out strength, the third-grade cleansing spirit pill is well-deserved of its reputation!
She silently clicked a like, replied to Huang Chen, and went out carrying the chubby Chi Zhao.
Chi Zhao: "Ahhh why are you going out again!"
"Do you know how painful it is to not be able to speak?"
Qian Luo showed him a screenshot of yesterday's forum: "Be careful, a powerful fat cat like you. If you don't speak, it's fine, but once you speak, you must be a rare treasure, a foundation-building cultivator. This Wei family snatched you away, I can't beat them!"
Chi Zhao took a look and his mood plummeted: "Then I'll go back into the spirit beast bag!"
A flash of inspiration came to me, and I realized that the fat cat was being lazy again.
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Hotel entrance
Huang Chen stayed at the entrance of the Glazed Tower for the whole morning but received no business. He also didn't get a reply to the message he sent to Siyu in the morning. He thought there was no hope, but unexpectedly, the girl came to him near dinner time.
"Here! Here!" Huang Chen waved his hands excitedly, "Sister, are you going to the Monk Center to apply for a stall permit?"
"Business is not good right now. Didn't you go to the Treasure Pavilion to sell pills yesterday?"
Qian Luo looked embarrassed: "But I only have some scrap metal left, and Jubao Pavilion won't accept it, so I want to set up a stall and try my luck."
Huang Chen nodded: "Okay, I have nothing to do anyway."
The two of them went to the Xiuxian Center, a tall building, clean and tidy. It looked like a majestic palace from the outside, but it was in chaos inside.
A bunch of Qi-cultivating monks were clamoring and waiting in line. When they encountered insufficient information, they would either throw tantrums or fight and provoke each other. It was more terrifying than the window on Blue Star.
Only the stall window was empty, and the window clerk was in a daze. Qianluo sighed, as expected, business has been bad recently.
"ID card, household registration book, fill out the form..."
When it comes to ID cards, Huang Chen uses his expertise: "Oh, hey, this is a tourist from the Upper Third District. He's here to set up a stall just to see the novelty, but the Upper Third District ID card can't be registered in the system!"
He was wearing a travel agency uniform with a work badge on his chest, which was very convincing. The window clerk looked at the girl in long sleeves and long pants and knew that she was indeed not from the Upper Third District, but... the eldest lady from the Upper Third District came down to set up a stall?
"Okay, pay the money."
Anyway, the street vendors are not strictly regulated, and all the business has been taken away by Jubao Pavilion, so this window is useless.
Five minutes later, Qian Luo had a "Stall Permit" in her hand. She happily accepted it and followed Huang Chen to Xiuxianfang.
Xiuxianfang is a hundred-meter-long street nestled in a small alley. Its whitewashed walls, black tiles, and lush green moss resemble a scene from an ink painting. It should be bustling with people, but due to the presence of Jubao Pavilion, business has been slow.
The monks were listless, too lazy to shout, and drowsy.
Qianluo found her stall, opened her storage bag, placed a clean blue cloth, and began to set up.
Huang Chen was speechless: "Look, this place is indeed..."
Qian Luo nodded: "Don't worry, I know! Brother Huang, if you don't have anything to do, just go and have dinner. I can do it by myself from now on."
"Alright!" Huang Chen took a look at the things she was selling: a bag of Migu powder, a first-grade disguise pill, a first-grade rejuvenation pill, and a bottle of first-grade beast blood...
There were many types, but unfortunately they were useless. He dug into his storage bag and handed her something: "This is the jade slip of the map of District 6. You can import it into your phone."
"Okay, this is a return gift." Qianluo gave him a bottle of elixir, and the payment was made.
He shook his head. What happened next was not his business. He stretched and said, "After work, let's find a place to have a bowl of noodles."
…
After Huang Chen left, it was lunchtime and not many people were hanging out. It was not until after 3 p.m. that people gradually came.
In order to fulfill Lan Mingzhu's last wish, Qianluo initially wanted to go to the Lan family, but the Lan family was too busy to take care of themselves and probably refused to see her.
Moreover, she suddenly appeared at this critical juncture, and she had to consider whether she could get out of the district chief dispute unscathed.
After all, she was only in the late stage of foundation building, not the early stage of core formation. The big difference in level could not be easily crossed.
According to Huang Chen, with the exception of the Lan family, the ancestors of the other five families were all in the early Jindan stage. The ancestors of the Wei and Jiang families, in particular, were currently awaiting appointments in the Xiuxian Alliance in the upper three districts. The Jindan ancestors of the other three families had also returned to their clans, fearing that the district chief dispute would endanger their families, and were therefore staying in their clans, biding their time.
According to the official rules, the district chief's cultivation must be the highest in the area. Now that the district chief of District 6 has not been decided, there are already three cultivators in the early stage of Jindan, which has violated the rules.
But... this is a special case.
Qianluo closed her eyes as she prepared to simulate the situation. Originally, she had planned to try her luck here and see if she could get some other information, but now that business was not going well, she might as well simulate it!
"Little girl, your beauty flowers and purple jade fungus are of good quality."
Qianluo opened her eyes and saw a beautiful female cultivator in a purple robe. There was a jade pendant around her waist with the word "Orchid" written on it.
The female cultivator of the Lan family, after searching everywhere for something, finally found it without any effort.
Qianluo smiled and said, "Yes, I planted them all myself. Although they are not old enough, only three years old, they are of good quality and have not lost any spiritual energy. I can go home and continue to plant them!"
The seeds of the beauty flower and purple jade fungus were pulled from the Baicao Garden. They had been planted for three years and were not yet fifty years old, so they were not mature enough. However, the spiritual energy in the Baicao Garden was more abundant, and the three-year-old spiritual plants were of better quality.
The purple jade fungus is like a piece of purple jade in the mist, flawless and perfect. The beautiful flower stands gracefully, still dripping with dew.
The female cultivator smiled slightly and said, "Yes, how many spirit stones are these two spiritual plants worth?"
Qian Luo smiled and said, "One order is 30 low-grade spirit stones. Since this is your first order from the stall, I'll give you a discount. Two orders will cost a total of 50 low-grade spirit stones."
"The price is not bad." The female cultivator paid the bill promptly.
Qianluo took the opportunity to say, "I have some good spiritual plants at home. How about we add each other's contact information? I'll call you when I have new stock. If it's inconvenient for you, I can also deliver it to your door!"
"Okay, I'm the female cultivator of the Lan family, Lan Xianghan." Lan Xianghan was born with wood spiritual roots and was sent to the upper three districts for training since she was a child. Now that something happened in the clan, she rushed back home from the upper three districts.
She was feeling irritable and had unknowingly come to this back alley. The monks were listless, but this young girl alone had fair skin and a clear mind. She looked at the stall for a while and surprisingly found some good-looking purple jade fungus and beauty flowers, the main ingredients for beauty pills.
She decided to buy some spiritual plants and give them to her parents as a gift.
Two people were about to hand over the money and the goods when a voice broke the tranquility of the market.
"Wait!" The voice was harsh and full of condescending arrogance.
Qian Luo narrowed her eyes and saw Wei Chao from yesterday. Behind him were several cultivators at the tenth level of Qi training. He was only at the eighth level of Qi training, but he was walking around in a very arrogant manner.
The monks who were setting up stalls packed up their things, fearing that he would take a fancy to their treasures and forcibly take them away.
"I want these purple jade fungus and beauty flowers!"
Lan Xianghan's face turned cold: "Sorry, I've already paid."
Wei Chao glanced at the skinny female cultivator next to him and raised his voice: "Really?"
Qianluo said honestly: "Yes..."
Wei Chao raised an eyebrow in surprise. He hadn't expected to run into a country bumpkin who didn't even know his reputation! He kicked over Qian Luo's stall, sending bottles and jars tumbling to the ground.
"What kind of rubbish are you selling? How dare you set up a stall here?"
Qian Luo rolled her eyes, put everything on the ground into the storage bag, and smiled at Lan Xianghan: "Sister, I will contact you next time if I have something good."
Lan Xianghan nodded: "Okay."
Then, the two girls went their separate ways and returned home.
"How dare you ignore me!" Wei Chao was furious. The monks behind him rolled up their spirit snake whips, and the wind blew wildly, destroying railings, walls, and trees...
"Get out!" Lan Xianghan didn't know Wei Chao, and she looked down upon his arrogant face that bullied others by taking advantage of his power. She immediately released her foundation-building pressure to intimidate everyone.
The originally arrogant cultivators lowered their heads, cold sweat pouring down their faces, their chests pounding, they couldn't utter a word, and couldn't move a finger. It turned out that this was the pressure of a foundation-building cultivator.
That's right, Lan Xianghan was a Foundation Establishment cultivator, just in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment. Her parents couldn't wait to let her go home to discuss something. Originally, she didn't want to meddle in other people's affairs, but the man in front of her was going too far!
The little girl was only at the fifth level of Qi training, how could she withstand the attack of a person at the tenth level of Qi training? She destroyed someone else's stall and was even whipped. This is too much!
"ah--"
Wei Chao took a step back, his legs trembling. He hadn't expected to run into such a tough opponent. He glanced at her jade pendant and chuckled, "A female cultivator from the Lan family, you dare to disobey me?"
Lan Xianghan also saw his jade pendant, and her eyes darkened. A cultivator from the Wei family? The Wei and Jiang families had competed for the position of district chief, and the Lan family had been defeated. The fire at the city gate had affected everyone involved.
Now I have met one of the real culprits.
She suddenly came closer, her face cold, and squeezed his hand with such force that Wei Chao broke out in a cold sweat: "Let go!"
Lan Xianghan sneered: "He is thirty years old, and has reached the eighth level of Qi training. He is empty inside, and the pills are piled up. He is vulnerable to a single blow."
In just 20 words, the truth about Wei Chao's cultivation was revealed. Although Wei Chao was a direct descendant of the Wei family, he had five spiritual roots, and his cultivation was all accumulated by taking elixirs. Without a single day of actual combat, his cultivation was useless.
"you!!!"
"You, the Lan family, are going too far. Don't forget that your grandma just died. There's no one to protect you anymore."
Lan Xianghan sneered: "It seems that you, the Wei family, don't know who my master is. My master is Qingmin Zhenjun from Linglong Sect in the Upper Three Districts. I am her only direct disciple."
"From now on, do you think there will be anyone to protect our Lan family?"
The girl whispered in the man's ear, her voice chilling. One of her men broke his arm with force, and his wails resounded through the sky.
"How... is it possible..." Wei Chao muttered to himself with a look of pain on his face. He tilted his head and closed his eyes, pretending to faint.
The Lan family, the weakest of the four major families, actually has the protection of Yuanying Zhenjun!
Their family originally wanted to encroach on the Lan family and make the Lan family a subsidiary family of the Wei family, but now it seems there is no hope. With the protection of the Yuanying Zhenjun, it means that there will be one more Jindan Zhenren in the family.
And they didn't even know about this huge news! The woman in front of me must have just rushed back from the Upper Three Districts. The news about the Lan family was really well kept secret!
"Walk!!!"
Seven or eight monks quickly carried Wei Chao away and fled in panic.
Wei Chao quietly opened his eyes and saw the female cultivator next to Lan Xianghan, his eyes widened!
Why does she have the Wei family's treasure hanging around her waist!
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