Who gave you permission to refine demons like this?

"The vegetables are homegrown, still covered in mud from being picked."

"Mutton soup with rice noodles, perfect for a bowl in the dead of winter."

"Hot and steaming buns, fresh buns."

The bustling streets were full of business, and you could also see many latecomers hurriedly setting up their stalls.

Lin Sheng took a bite of the meat bun he had just bought. It wasn't as delicious as he had expected, but it wasn't bad either. It was just hot and had a certain flavor.

"Without modern machinery, people here would probably have to get up even earlier to make breakfast."

"And the taste is also much worse."

Today's goal is straightforward: to sell the mountain produce we collected earlier.

As a street vendor who sells all kinds of goods year-round, Lin Sheng has his own channels, including connections in the black market for sensitive goods.

As he finished his steamed bun, he heard a loud commotion coming from next to the steamed bun shop.

What's going on? People are arguing so early in the morning.

Peeking out, he saw a simply dressed young man pleading with the burly man in front of him, while the burly man, with his legs crossed, replied casually.

"Brother Wang, please, this red chicken is worth five qian of silver, which is not cheap. It used to only cost three qian of silver."

"Just consider it a good deed for me; my master mentioned this yesterday."

"If I fail, they're really going to kill me!"

The man called Brother Wang didn't care and glanced at him sideways: "What does this have to do with me? Were you hitting me?"

"Look, there are so many people selling things on this street. If you think mine is too expensive, you can buy it somewhere else."

"Brother Wang..."

"Pah, don't give me that crap. Everyone who comes out in this freezing weather is pitiful."

"If you can't buy it, it's because you're incompetent!"

As he spoke, Wang Hunjiang stood up and pushed him away.

The guy wasn't tall to begin with, and his body wasn't as strong as Wang Hunjiang's. With that push, he fell straight to the ground.

Some onlookers wanted to step forward, but were met with Wang Hunjiang's sharp gaze and had no choice but to retreat dejectedly.

After all, Wang Hunjiang, this hunter, was known for his temper, and he also formed a group with other hunters. Offending him was equivalent to offending a whole bunch of them.

No one dared to risk being shot in the back.

Wang Hunjiang looked at the person in front of him with disdain, then grinned, revealing his yellow teeth, and said, "I don't bully the weak."

"If you really want to buy, it's seven qian of silver each, take your pick."

Upon hearing this, the waiter exclaimed in horror, "Seven...seven coins! You're robbing me!"

"I'm robbing you? Ha, did I force you to buy it?"

"You can go somewhere else, don't sell here."

"And I'm putting this out there today."

"If you can buy my face, Wang Hunjiang, anywhere else, then throw it in that latrine!"

The shopkeeper looked embarrassed. He knew that Wang Hunjiang was confident he could prevent him from buying anything if he said that.

Wang Hunjiang, with his lips pursed, was naturally in no hurry. Taking advantage of the recent turmoil in Wuzhishan, he had already conspired with the hunters to drive up the price.

"Don't those high-ranking officials and nobles want to eat wild game? I have plenty here."

"Now that you've eaten your fill, you should at least give us some of the spoils."

"I've cleared out all my stuff these past few days and saved up some money. I'm going to try my luck with some magic, learn a few tricks, and become as carefree as the Li brothers."

Wang Hunjiang was calculating in his mind, completely disregarding the suffering of his fellow worker.

For the young apprentice of this wealthy household, it wasn't that he couldn't afford seven qian of silver, but he would have to add some himself.

But this money was saved up to buy clothes for my younger sister.

Thinking about how the weather was getting colder and colder, and how my little sister's hands were red from the cold, she kept saying she wasn't cold.

The master's wages were limited, but he still managed to save every penny.

But then he thought about what would happen if he went back empty-handed, and the young man became scared. He had no choice but to grit his teeth and put his hand inside his clothes.

Seeing that the other party had finally taken action, Wang Hunjiang sat down with a swagger and a smile.

He took out his purse and handed it over with trembling hands. Wang Hunjiang reached out to take it, but at that moment the shop assistant reached out his other hand.

He grasped Wang Hunjiang's hands with both of his, saying in a half-smile, half-tearful tone, "Your Highness, I beg you..."

"Could...could we...discuss this further..."

"I'd like to discuss this with you..."

"Red chicken, right? I have some here, only three coins' worth of silver."

Lin Sheng's voice wasn't loud, but it sounded like a thunderclap to the young waiter. He turned around and saw the pheasant Lin Sheng was carrying.

Red feathers, long legs, and a pointed comb—that's a red chicken!

He hurriedly took back the money bag he hadn't yet handed over, and scrambled over to Lin Sheng's side, his eyes pleading.

"Tsk!" Wang Hunjiang muttered in dissatisfaction, extremely unhappy that the duck he was about to get had flown away.

But he still smiled and said, "Isn't this Brother Lin? I didn't expect you to be out selling things today too."

He stood up, walked to Lin Sheng's side, and put his arm around his neck, clearly acting like a close friend.

"How about this, I'll take five qian of silver, and the rest can be considered as payment for the wine."

"It's freezing cold outside. Go home early and have some warm wine. How comfortable that would be."

At the same time, Wang Hunjiang's whisper reached Lin Sheng's ears clearly.

"Brother Lin, mind your own business. Take the money and leave. I won't hold it against you today."

"I don't want to embarrass you either."

Lin Sheng glanced at him and thought, "Oh, he's even resorting to threats now."

The young waiter also looked at the two of them in fear, afraid that the scene he feared would come to pass.

Lin Sheng slapped Wang Hunjiang's hand away without any politeness and handed the red chicken to the waiter: "I only need three qian of silver."

Hearing the commotion at the steamed bun shop, he glanced over out of curiosity, only to find it was someone he knew, Wang Hunjiang.

At first, he didn't want to meddle in other people's business. After all, they all lived in the same place, Wuzhi Mountain. Although they didn't contact each other often, they were always running into each other.

However, when he inadvertently saw the scar on the young waiter's wrist and realized that the other man was even younger than himself, he felt inexplicably annoyed and dissatisfied with Wang Hunjiang's behavior.

Even though he knew the principle of avoiding trouble, he still felt that things shouldn't be this way, so he took out the red chicken he had brought with him.

The young man, with tears in his eyes, nodded repeatedly, thinking that his sister's clothes had been saved, and then reached for his money.

Oh shit!

Wang Hunjiang naturally wouldn't sit idly by and immediately wanted to teach the young man in front of him a lesson.

Picking the softest persimmon is the way to go; today we'll make an example of someone!

But the next moment his hand was held down, and he turned his head to meet Lin Sheng's eyes. Just as he was about to curse, a sharp pain shot through his wrist, forcing him to struggle free.

The young man was startled by this action, but seeing Wang Hunjiang's pained expression, he knew that Lin Sheng had subdued him.

Lin Sheng shook off Wang Hunjiang, causing him to stumble back several steps.

Wang Hunjiang clutched his red, swollen, and painful wrist, cursing under his breath, "How can this kid be so strong?"

He understood that this was a show of force from the other party, so he could only glare at Lin Sheng and accept the money.

"No, you gave me an extra coin. I only need three coins."

"My benefactor, please take this. My master gave me four qian of silver this time. I'll feel at ease if you accept it."

"I am truly grateful to you this time!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Sheng didn't say much, simply put the money away, and the young waiter thanked him repeatedly before hurriedly leaving. Some of the people around secretly cheered, while others watched Lin Sheng with great interest.

But more than anything, their eyes silently expressed their satisfaction at Wang Hunjiang's fate.

"You've got guts, kid Lin!"

"Hmph! They all hang around Wuzhi Mountain, just you wait and see!"

Wang Hunjiang shouldered his belongings, pushed through the crowd, and strode away.

After he walked away, the people around him started talking, discussing what had just happened, and giving Lin Sheng friendly looks.

Lin Sheng was pleased with the attention he received, and then he picked up his things and left with a flourish.

As for threats, Lin Sheng completely ignored them.

Let alone Wang Hunjiang, with my current physique, I wouldn't be afraid of two more Wang Hunjiangs.

Once the cultivation process is complete and one becomes a cultivator, anyone who encounters him and doesn't run away is considered incredibly powerful.