The vendor's words revealed his disdain for Sheng Ning and his companion, which finally made Sheng Ning raise his head.
When the former saw her raise her head expressionlessly, he felt a chill and even his voice became stammering, "W-what? Did I...did I say something wrong?"
Sheng Ning smiled and shook her head, "You're right."
The vendor immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He realized that he had been intimidated by a little girl, and his eyes widened again. "Since I did nothing wrong, why are you looking at me like that?"
"Could it be that you don't have money to buy fruit and want to ask me for help?"
Sheng Ning shook her head again. She looked at the vendor and said softly, "I just want to say that a brain is a good thing, and I hope you have one."
The vendor was stunned for a moment, realizing that he had actually been insulted by Sheng Ning. He was so angry that he jumped up and down on the spot, "What do you mean? Are you saying I'm brainless?"
Yu Ye stood to the side, chuckling as he chimed in, "Oh, I didn't expect you to be so clever, knowing that my junior sister is talking about you."
"You! You all!" The vendor was furious.
He widened his eyes, and only after catching his breath did he look coldly at Sheng Ning, "If you beg me, I might sell the fruit for a pittance..."
The word "you" was barely on the tip of his tongue when the vendor's already wide eyes, filled with anger, widened even further in an instant.
He stared in disbelief at the mustard seed bag Jiang Nian was carrying, which clearly contained countless high-grade spirit stones.
The city of Salu welcomes many visitors each year, but few are truly wealthy.
Even the disciples of those major sects are frighteningly stingy; spending a few hundred spirit stones to buy something is already their limit.
The wealthy merchants here are actually ordinary humans who are unable to cultivate.
They bought treasures here, then took them back to the mainland and sold them at high prices.
Of course, there are also wealthy people who come here seeking opportunities, such as the "spiritual herb".
Now that Sheng Ning was holding a large bag of spirit stones, the vendors who hadn't made a sale in months immediately swallowed hard.
He immediately changed his disdainful attitude and a fawning smile appeared on his face.
"Gentlemen, I was a bit harsh with my tone just now. Look, these little fruits may seem insignificant, but they are all top-grade spiritual fruits, and eating them can have miraculous effects."
As he spoke, he pointed to Sheng Ning, the weakest among the six of his fellow disciples, and said, "Your junior sister's cultivation level looks like it's not even at the Golden Core stage yet. After eating this spiritual fruit of mine, her cultivation level will definitely rise rapidly!"
Guan Yunchuan glanced at the vendor whose attitude had suddenly changed, and with a cold face, casually pulled out a mustard seed bag.
"I have quite a few fruits here too. I won't ask for too many spirit stones; I'll sell them to you for 450. How about it?"
When the vendor saw that his mustard bag was full of various top-grade spiritual fruits, he was so surprised that he almost dropped the fruits he was holding.
He has been setting up a stall here for many years and has seen thousands, if not tens of thousands, of cultivators.
When the cultivators saw his fruit, they mostly looked at it with longing.
No one is like Guan Yunchuan and Sheng Ning, who can fill a whole bag with spirit fruits or spirit stones in one go.
The vendor's smile froze.
He said awkwardly, "Never mind... never mind."
450 spirit stones? Are you kidding me?
He bought these fruits for tens of high-grade spirit stones each, and now Guan Yunchuan is selling them to him for 450. Isn't he treating him like a sucker?
The vendors stopped talking.
He hid behind the stall and watched as Sheng Ning stuffed an entire mustard seed bag filled with spirit stones into the beggar's hand.
He wanted to reach out and stop them, but he was afraid that Sheng Ning and his senior brothers would use high-grade spiritual weapons to attack him. In the end, he could only bite through the soft flesh of his cheek and swallow the blood and saliva.
So annoying!
If he had known these cultivators were so wealthy, he shouldn't have said those things!
With the vendors' chatter gone, Sheng Ning finally had some peace and quiet.
She placed the mustard seed bag into the hand of the person in front of her and whispered to him, "Keep these spirit stones safe; they should be enough for you for a while."
"Thank you for the sword manual you gave me last time."
The cultivator remained in a daze.
He felt his hand being grasped by a warm little hand. He looked down at his palm and saw that he had a mustard seed bag in his hand.
The mustard seed bag was filled with high-grade spirit stones.
His lips trembled, and the monk's voice shook as he spoke, "My stone doesn't need that much money."
Sheng Ning smiled and looked at him. Seeing that his body was trembling, she took off her cloak and draped it over his shoulders. "No matter how much your stones are worth, you have to take these spirit stones."
"Because you can be considered my half-master, as your disciple, I naturally have to be filial to you."
"By the way, have you found your friend yet?"
The cultivator shook his head and said softly, "I couldn't find him. I'm going to the Northern Region to look for him."
Upon hearing that he was going to the Northern Region, Sheng Ning's eyes lit up immediately. "Coincidentally, my senior brothers and I are also going to the Northern Region. Would you like to come with us?"
Upon hearing this, the cultivator looked up and glanced at Su Daiyuan and the others.
Finally, he shook his head. "That's not good."
Sheng Ning and his companions went to the Northern Region to search for the totem; bringing another person would only be an added burden.
Su Daiyuan and the others had no objections.
Ultimately, protecting one junior sister is one form of protection, and protecting two is also one form of protection.
At worst, when the totem appears, they can lock their junior sister in the inn and go to steal the totem.
"Back then, you gave A-Ning a sword manual, which taught her a lot. So you were her half-master."
“Since you are Aning’s master, you also have a connection with us. Why don’t you come with us to the Northern Region?”
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