The object hung in mid-air, seemingly light, yet giving off an extremely heavy sensation.
As soon as you looked at it, you couldn't take your eyes off it. But when you did look, you found it was shining with an incredibly dazzling light. It wasn't large at all, but it made people feel as if it was the center of the market, the center of Kongfang City.
Liu Boli had told Qian Duoduo that he could only contact him after entering the city and being completely safe. Qian Duoduo couldn't ask him what this object was.
Qian Duoduo could only walk over slowly, approaching cautiously. He was still about ten zhang away from the object when suddenly a hand grabbed his shoulder.
"No Money Sect, new here?"
Qian Duoduo turned his head to see a fat, greasy young man's plump hand rubbing his shoulder, as if it were a delicious cooked pork hock. His large potbelly was almost touching Qian Duoduo's flat stomach.
This chubby young man's cultivation was at the Ninth Level of Qi Condensation, and Qian Duoduo couldn't beat him yet.
Qian Duoduo suppressed his temper. "How did you know?"
The chubby young man's plump hand pinched the copper coin on Qian Duoduo's collar. "It's the No Money Sect's mark."
Then he pointed to the object suspended in the air. "immortal gold. Anyone who doesn't recognize it is new here."
Only then did Qian Duoduo realize that the object that had shocked him was the legendary immortal gold.
Gold is divided into four grades: ordinary gold, hao gold, extreme gold, and immortal gold. One piece of extreme gold is equivalent to one hundred hao gold, and one piece of immortal gold is one hundred extreme gold. This small piece of immortal gold was equivalent to one million gold coins.
After the chubby young man finished speaking, he hooked his thumb back. "This young master is Lang Caihua, the manager of the Spirit Copper Shop. I find you quite pleasing to the eye, little brother. Why don't you shed this No Money Sect skin and join our Ba Ling Sect? I guarantee you'll live a life of luxury in this city. You're only at Qi Condensation Level Five, but in a few years, I'll have you jumping several levels." His robe was embroidered with a long sword.
Qian Duoduo couldn't help but laugh. Such a noble act as shedding one's skin, to speak of it so openly upon first meeting, showed how straightforward Lang Caihua was.
Feigning a look of surprise and delight, Qian Duoduo was about to speak when a sharp, thin voice came from behind him. "What's so good about Ba Ling Sect? A bunch of barbarians. It's better to come to our Shengling Sect, where it's most civilized. You can live like a human or an immortal, whichever you prefer."
Qian Duoduo turned his head to see a young man in a floral skirt fanning himself with a folding fan, each fan bringing a waft of fragrance. The hem of his skirt had a circle of knife patterns. He was from Shengling Sect, and his cultivation was also at the Ninth Level.
"What human or immortal? More like demon, right?" Lang Caihua pinched a effeminate orchid finger with his plump hand.
Qian Duoduo was even more amused. They hadn't even entered the sect shop, and already two people were trying to persuade him to switch sides.
Lang Caihua's orchid finger didn't poke the person, but it hit the folding fan youth's weak spot.
The folding fan youth got angry, snapped his fan shut, and pointed at Lang Caihua. "I, Cai Fuxue, will definitely step on you and squeeze out your oil in this month's business war!"
Lang Caihua put his plump hand on his fat waist and wiggled his huge backside a few times. "Come on, come on, I'm not afraid."
Qian Duoduo couldn't stand the two men's eye-scorching demonic antics and was about to seize the opportunity to slip away, but he was grabbed by the shoulders by Lang Caihua and Cai Fuxue, unable to move.
Both men looked at Qian Duoduo with several blood-stained teeth grinding in their eyes.
Qian Duoduo wasn't going to take this loss. He said, "Why don't you two fight first? Whoever wins, I'll follow."
Lang Caihua and Cai Fuxue shook their heads simultaneously. Qian Duoduo's heart skipped a beat: "To deal with me, why did these two team up?"
Wiggling his chubby head, Lang Caihua said, "Newcomers don't understand the rules. They don't even know where to dig a pit. The City Lord has ordered that in the market, you can have literary duels or business wars, but no martial duels."
Qian Duoduo's heart eased a bit. "So, no fighting with knives and swords, no bloodshed?"
Lang and Cai both nodded.
With two "slaps," Qian Duoduo raised his hands and knocked away their claws. "Since fighting is not allowed, what the hell am I afraid of you for!"
The little white rabbit instantly turned into a large Spiritual Wolf, surprising Lang Caihua and Cai Fuxue.
"If you have the guts, hit me. If you don't, get out of the way. A good dog doesn't block the road. I—Jin Buhuan—have arrived, and Refining Spirit Sect will be different."
Although he wasn't as tall as them, Qian Duoduo still greeted them with his nostrils. His messy, dirty nose hairs were meant for people he disliked.
Lang Caihua burst out laughing, covering his stomach, and reached out to pat Cai Fuxue's shoulder, but was blocked by the folding fan. "Floral skirt, look, he's not afraid of you at all."
"Little Brother Bu Huan is talking about both of us," Cai Fuxue shot a sideways glance. "Look how handsome and masculine Little Brother is, a hundred times better than you fat slob."
His calling him "Little Brother" sent a chill down Qian Duoduo's spine. He could handle someone like Lang Caihua, but he was utterly helpless against someone like Cai Fuxue.
The two began to grind their teeth, and Qian Duoduo quickly slipped away.
The Refining Spirit Sect's sect shop was easy to find. There were hundreds of shops in the market, but the shops of Refining Spirit Sect, Ba Ling Sect, and Shengling Sect were the largest and were located together, forming a triangle. Although the three shops were together, their entrances were completely different.
The entrances of Ba Ling Sect and Shengling Sect's shops were like summer, bustling and crowded. The Refining Spirit Sect's shop was like winter, desolate and empty.
He stepped into the dim Refining Spirit Sect's sect shop, and no one paid Qian Duoduo any attention.
With his Spiritual Awareness, Qian Duoduo detected five or six Qi scattered throughout the shop. Each Qi represented a Cultivator. "Are they all blind?"
"Hmm!" He coughed.
"Why are you coughing? What do you want?" A prickly, sharp voice came from behind the counter.
Qian Duoduo was amused. How could one do business like this?
When he was in the Gold Vault, if someone came in, he and his Senior Brothers would greet them with honeyed voices and run forward. "Does no one manage the sect shop's greeting of guests?"
Qian Duoduo didn't reply and walked towards the counter.
Behind the counter, an Orange Robe Disciple and two Blue-Robed Disciples were sitting cross-legged on a fur mat. On the fur mat was a sandalwood table, and on the sandalwood table were several piles of gold coins. In the middle of the gold coins were three dice.
These three Senior Brothers were gambling.
"Who's lucky?" Qian Duoduo knocked on the counter.
The Orange Robe Disciple, with his back to the counter, retorted, "Who are you? Why are you so talkative?"
The Blue-Robed Disciple facing Qian Duoduo grabbed the dice. He looked up, saw that Qian Duoduo was also from Refining Spirit Sect, and said, "Here to deliver goods? Go to the warehouse in the back and find Old Li."
After speaking, he shook his hand, and the three dice bounced onto the sandalwood table, spinning around.
"Leopard, leopard, leopard..." the Blue-Robed Disciple whispered. The other two Disciples chuckled softly.
Qian Duoduo couldn't be bothered to look at their faces. He turned around and surveyed the Refining Spirit Sect's treasure shop.
On the shelves near the entrance, there were dozens of Magic Treasures. In the compartments on both side walls, there were hundreds of types of equipment, Medicinal Pills, Talismans, and so on. On the ceiling and walls, there were also dozens of glowing stone lamps, but none of them were lit.
Besides the three who were playing dice, there were three other Qi in the shop. Two of them were long and steady, emitting soft snores. The other one, in the northeast corner of the shop, had a powerful and imposing Qi, far exceeding the Ninth Level of Qi Condensation.
Who was this person?
As Qian Duoduo was pondering, a dignified voice rang out, "You are Jin Buhuan, aren't you? Here to take over the sect shop? This old man has been waiting for you for a long time."
After a long pause, an old man in a green robe slowly walked out from a room behind the counter, his left hand twirling two spiritual walnuts, and his right hand holding a cup of spiritual tea. The old man's eyelids were swollen, and his eyes openly scrutinized Qian Duoduo from head to toe. Seeing that he was only at Qi Condensation Level Five, his nose let out an undisguised snort.
Disdain, naked disdain.