Chapter 9: Xuanyuan City

He rolled the white tiger skin into a bundle and carried it on his back, striding into the forest.

Seeing the two people grappling with each other, Zhao Di, who had used the "Concealment Technique," quietly left with satisfaction

Do not rush, wait for a while, find a secluded place to act, and do not do it in front of your own shop to avoid damaging your reputation. Moreover, do not let anyone see; if someone sees it, you will inevitably have to spend a considerable amount of money to deal with the authorities.

At the foot of the mountain, Zhao encountered a wrinkled old woodcutter in his sixties or seventies. After confirming his direction, he continued his journey day and night until he arrived at his first destination—Xuanyuan City. This was also the closest mortal town to the Nanhua Mountain Grand Canyon, where the Jian family resided.

Is this a pawn shop? I want to pawn something

Once again, a resounding slap, once again striking the mighty Qinglong, once again the right hand raised by the formidable Qilin.

After all, he is an experienced hand. After adjusting his breathing a few times, he said lightly: "Hmm, it is white tiger skin, but it is just a slightly inferior quality among white tiger skins. Do you want to sell it outright or temporarily pawn it, with the intention of redeeming it later?" His tone seemed to suggest that it was an ordinary sheepskin or cowhide of no value, and whether there is a distinction between good and inferior white tiger skin was entirely a fabrication of his own making.

The two individuals continued to search suspiciously through this dead-end alley, which was only three to five meters wide, not overlooking a water tank, a basket, or even a dilapidated basin that could not possibly conceal anyone.

The young man, who had originally been left in a daze by the sudden disappearance of the boy, was completely enraged by the imposing figure of the dragon-like man. He no longer allowed the other party a chance to explain and threw a powerful punch towards the face of the qilin-like man.

After making a quick judgment, Li Liuzhi said irritably: "Our shop does not accept business below five taels of silver"

Li Liu Zhi is currently in this shop. He earned this nickname because he has six fingers on his right hand. Introduced by a relative, he has been working as a helper in this shop since childhood, and it has been over thirty years. Now, he is the shopkeeper, and apart from reporting the business situation to the owner and receiving some distinguished guests, he does not need to personally handle trivial matters. The title "Liu Zhi" has become less common; in Xuanyuan City, apart from a few prominent figures, everyone who sees him, Li Liu Zhi, must respectfully address him as "Master Liu".

Snap

He deliberately chose a less crowded area to turn into, and after several twists and turns, he arrived at an empty alley

No need. After the young man received twenty-five taels of gold, he did not linger and turned to leave the shop

"Baoli Pawnshop" is located on Chang'an Street, the most bustling and lively area of Xuanyuan City, and is the largest pawnshop in the city. Six burly men stand at the entrance year-round, indicating that this is not a place that just anyone can enter

I want to sell a white tiger skin, and someone told me to come here. The rural youth seemed to hesitate for a moment, and his timid tone clearly indicated a lack of confidence

Hehe, luck has arrived! Li Liuzhi secretly concocted a more sinister plan in his mind, and he gestured to the burly guard at the door.

Zhao fell asleep and did not wake up until noon the next day. After taking a few deep breaths of the fresh air in the mountains and forests, he felt completely refreshed again

This young man is none other than Zhao Di, who has just arrived in Xuanyuan City. With his current spiritual awareness, the conversation between the pawnshop owner and the tattooed man was as clear as if it were being spoken right next to him. He let out a cold laugh in his heart, contemplating how to deal with these few ignorant fellows. As a cultivator, it would be exceedingly simple to handle a few mortals. Even if these men were given a hundred opportunities to ambush him, they would not be able to harm Zhao Di in the slightest. As a cultivator, it would be exceedingly simple to handle a few mortals. Even if these men were given a hundred opportunities to ambush him, they would not be able to harm Zhao Di in the slightest

The young man Liu San, who is in charge of the counter at Poly, has returned to his hometown to get married these past few days. Due to the shortage of staff, "Master Liu" had no choice but to personally oversee the shop.

The two burly men behind him were overjoyed, thinking that this country boy was clearly lost in the city, having voluntarily walked into such a remote dead end, which saved them a lot of trouble. However, just as they followed the boy into the dead end, preparing to reveal themselves and plot to rob and kill, the most unexpected thing happened

The Qilin warrior was also puzzled, wondering how to guard against such a close-range attack. Instinctively, he leaned his head back, avoiding the iron fist aimed at his vital points, but his nose bridge was struck hard, causing a burst of colors before blood began to flow profusely. Despite the excruciating pain, he lifted his leg and kicked the inner thigh of the Azure Dragon warrior.

The youth in the village and the library said little, placing the rolled-up animal skin behind him on the counter

"It is Sixth Master. You can rest assured, my brother and I will handle this matter thoroughly and leave no traces behind," the tattooed man assured quietly, patting his chest before turning to leave. At that moment, the country boy selling white tiger skins had just walked a few dozen meters away from the shop.

This alley is surprisingly empty, with no sign of any youths. The two burly men blinked forcefully, and the one with the dragon tattoo rubbed his eyes. Then, they exchanged glances, each seeing an expression of disbelief in the other's eyes

The innkeeper, whose surname is Luo, is a lean man in his forties, sporting a pair of mustaches that resemble the character "八". He looks at Zhao Di with a smirk that is neither fully a smile nor a frown, clearly doubting that this ragged country boy could bring him any business.

Two burly men quietly approached him. The two bore some resemblance to each other; one had a tattoo of a blue dragon on his arm, while the other had a fiery red qilin tattooed on his arm. The man with the blue dragon tattoo whispered, "Sixth Master, what are your instructions? Should we take him out and retrieve the gold?"

What, the White Tiger Skin?" Li Liuzhi was completely startled awake by these few words

After witnessing the worldly arrogance of mortals, Zhao Di simply took out a gleaming gold ingot, tossed it onto the counter, and loudly declared: "Bring me the fastest and finest carriage, and hire two of the most experienced drivers! Also, prepare some high-quality provisions as mentioned in the books, a few sets of clean clothes, and do a good job. The remaining money will be considered a reward for you."

Well, then this shop will purchase it for five hundred taels of silver

There was nothing more to say along the way, and Zhao did not encounter any rare beasts or the various terrifying monsters that could breathe fire or spit ice. Relying on the cultivation system that far surpassed that of ordinary people, he traveled day and night, resting only once every two or three days. Finally, after about ten days, he emerged from the Nanhua Mountain Range

"I, not me, I don't know, it wasn't me who did it." Faced with the furious gaze of the imposing figure, the Qilin man found himself somewhat at a loss for words. Just moments ago, he had suddenly felt something strike his right wrist, causing his right hand to be raised high, and then inexplicably, he heard the crisp sound of a slap. The only thing to be thankful for was that this slap did not land on his own face

A loud slap echoed as the Qinglong warrior received a stinging blow to the face. He turned around in anger, only to see the Qilin warrior raising his right hand, a look of bewilderment on his face

I do not want silver; I want gold. Moreover, five hundred taels is too little. Some say it is worth at least three thousand taels!" The young man frowned.

A timid young male voice awakened Li Liuzhi from his sweet dream. He lazily opened his eyes and glanced around, noticing a handsome young boy leaning against the counter, who was only a head taller than the counter. However, his clothes were yellowed and tattered in several places, exuding an air of rusticity, clearly having come from the countryside.

Li Liu-zhi was half-convinced and half-skeptical as he opened the book depicting the beast skin. A complete white tiger skin, over two meters long, appeared before his eyes, causing even him, who had touched many treasures, to breathe rapidly.

A one-time buyout! The young man answered very decisively

In the late morning, there was generally little business. "Master Liu" propped his leg up, reclining in a comfortable rattan chair, humming a few tunes. He soon thought of his fourth concubine, who could sing, with her delicate voice, her exquisite figure, and her fragrant femininity. Before long, "Master Liu" fell into a deep slumber

Upon hearing the words of the youth, Li Liuzhi immediately discerned that the young man was unaware that the true price of the white tiger skin was actually above 5,000 taels. Encountering such a fool, he felt genuinely pleased in his heart, yet his expression grew increasingly grave, as if he were about to make a difficult decision. After a while, he said: "Alright, then it will be 25 taels of gold, equivalent to 2,500 taels of silver. Any more than that, and this shop will not make a profit."

Alright, it's a deal! The young man was very straightforward. Li Liu was taken aback; although he had some confidence that the young man would sell the white tiger skin at this price, he did not expect it to go so smoothly and decisively.

After walking for a while, he finally dispelled the concealment spell and arrived at a post station. As far as he knew, the most convenient mode of transportation available in the mortal realm was the horse-drawn carriage. The post station was specifically a place for renting and selling fine horses and carriages.

This is twenty-five taels of gold, please take it. Where are you going? Would you like the shop to escort you a bit? At this moment, Li Liu was all smiles, completely shedding his earlier languid demeanor.