Tu Nian always felt that this mysterious trading method sounded mysterious, but was actually stupid.
Especially those so-called powerful people, they like to use a trick to deceive people on the boastful treasures, and then sit next to them with a straw raincoat and a stick, waiting for some "lucky person" to take a fancy to his pile of "junk", and then happily charge a few dollars and give the things to the person.
Isn’t this crazy?
Really, she felt that fortune-telling was more reliable than this. So she was really not interested in this mindless money-losing model.
However, the last time Snow Valley participated in the Grand Tournament was three years ago. Over the past twelve years, there are still many curious individuals in the clan who have never seen such a spectacle. The remaining veterans, unless clearly needed, mostly choose not to spend time on such insignificant matters. As a result, polarization is severe, and unified management seems somewhat stagnant.
Nie Yanchen understood this very well. He led the team a short distance before stopping and saying to the disciples, "Follow this road to the end and you will reach the sect's residence. If you need to rest, go with Nan Feng and Qiu Rong. For those who want to wander around, remember the route and return before the evening hour."
As soon as these words were spoken, all the disciples cheered. Most of the experienced disciples followed Jin Nanfeng and Chu Qiurong, while the young disciples gathered in groups of three or five to discuss where to go next. Of course, Tu Nian was not included.
"What are you doing?"
Song Chengming was chatting happily with a few buddies. When he turned around and saw Tu Nian walking towards Chu Qiurong, he asked her in surprise.
Tu Nian Ting didn't reply: "Rest."
Song Chengming was puzzled, "Isn't this your first time here? Why don't you go to the shops?"
Tu Nian was determined and waved his hand at him with his back turned. "I'm not really interested in spending money. You guys can do whatever you want."
"Who said you have to spend money?" After hearing her words, another voice sounded behind her, "Isn't it our Brother Song who is treating us today?"
"Just swiping" is undoubtedly a huge threat to a poor guy. Before Tu Nian could react, her feet felt like they were filled with lead and she couldn't move. After a pause, she turned around and looked at the small group of people suspiciously, "Are you kidding me?"
It was the buddy who had cruelly abandoned Song Chengming earlier. He swung his arm around Song Chengming's shoulder and sneered, "Brother Song, if you say it's a lie, then it's a lie."
As a veteran in the sect, Luo Zhan had also experienced major competitions. Although he was accustomed to these merchants and shops, he had a beloved junior sister in the sect. When she wanted to go shopping, he naturally accompanied her and dragged Song Chengming along to be the scapegoat. He was truly a bad friend.
"I knew you were holding your fart in."
Song Chengming pushed him away, then invited Tu Nian with a pure look on his face, "Come on, let's go together."
"He's actually a landlord, hiding his true power."
Tu Nian teased, but he was already walking towards them. Luo Zhan and the female cultivator were laughing and cuddling together. Song Chengming raised an eyebrow, "Of course. Otherwise, if I knew everything, what else would I have to scare you with?"
"Okay, that's insightful."
The two of them chatted and joked as they blended into the crowd. Watching her leave, Xu Ziqiao suddenly frowned and muttered, "The competition is about to start tomorrow, and she's still in the mood to wander around. She really has no ambition at all."
When everyone heard this, they knew who he was talking about and they all laughed in unison.
Nie Yanchen was not surprised. He glanced at Jin Nanfeng and said, "Go and take care of it."
"No." Jin Nanfeng remained indifferent.
“Tsk.”
Nie Yanchen's dissatisfaction was stopped in the glare he gave the other party.
Xu Ziqiao had been in this state for several days. Ever since he was ambushed by the Yuqing Sect, he had been looking forward to it day and night, thinking about revenge for that needle.
Who would have thought that Tu Nian rescued the other person in the end, but failed to save his cultivation. Moreover, his spot in the competition was given to Tu Nian. He was both grateful and hateful, and all these mixed feelings combined together made him look angry and indignant about the world.
To put it bluntly, it is envy, jealousy and hatred. You can either stop it forcefully or persuade it with gentle guidance.
The latter was rejected by Jin Nanfeng, and Nie Yanchen had no choice but to choose the former. So as Nie Yanchen was instructing Xu Ziqiao, the other groups of disciples in the sect who were planning to go out for a walk followed the actions of Tu Nian and his group and dispersed. The remaining old hands walked towards the sect residence with a smile on their faces.
…
Sanhuangjing, commodity street.
"Brother Zhan, do you think that one is pretty?"
"And this one, ah, that one too!"
"Like it? Buy it!"
As soon as they entered the shopping street, Luo Zhan and his sweetheart began to run around the street, having a conversation as a couple in a very excited mood.
Tu Nian and Song Chengming followed behind them. Before they had walked fifty meters, they had heard the above three sentences at least ten times.
Over the course of several cups of tea, Tu Nian glanced at Song Chengming many times. Seeing that he could remain calm and composed, he endured it too. Later, he could not help it and was about to speak.
"I'm curious, if I hadn't followed you, would you have been the one to..."
After a long struggle to come up with the right words, Tu Nian sighed and asked him in plain language, "Don't you feel disgusted?"
Song Chengming replied calmly, "Otherwise, how could I find you?"
“…”
Tu Nian took a deep breath and looked back at Luo Zhan and his sweetheart, "Didn't I tell you to pay the bill? I didn't see you make a move."
Song Chengming shrugged, "He was just joking. Those of us who practice alchemy are all very wealthy, and we've always been there to help others, so it's never our turn to be helped by others."
Tu Nian quietly asked, "Are all Dan cultivators rich?"
With his neck shrunk back, Song Chengming said exaggeratedly, "Sister, you are kidding me, right? The richest cultivators in the world of immortality are those who cultivate weapons, elixirs, and talismans. You ask this, could it be that you're not just crying poor, but are truly poor?"
Tu Nian spread his hands, "The truth is out."
Song Chengming was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth. He shook his head and said, "You are simply a rare flower among the talisman practitioners."
"Stop pretending." Giving him a punch, Tu Nian said, "I've only recently switched to a talisman cultivator. I was a sword cultivator before, so it's normal for me not to know. Anyway, tell me, how did a talisman cultivator become so rich?"
"Does this have anything to do with what kind of cultivation method you're practicing? It's all common sense..."
Muttering softly, he rubbed his arm, which was hurt by her hammering. Song Chengming said, "The magical instruments of the weapon cultivators, the elixirs of the alchemy cultivators, and the talismans of the talisman cultivators are all ready for use. If they are well-made, there will naturally be people willing to buy them. So I see that since you are so proficient in talisman magic, you shouldn't be short of money."
"Holy shit. Yeah!"
Tu Nian slapped his thigh, and his powerful voice instantly attracted the attention of the crowd.
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