The Legend of Fangren

Chapter 152 Don't Try to Take Me for a Fool

"Master Gang, is it really better to use these wooden beads?"

"certainly."

"But I clearly bought a Tier 3 wooden bead, which is supposedly from the King Willow Tree Monster. Wouldn't that be more suitable?"

In the weapon-refining room, Qu Mei held the wooden beads she had bought and argued with Lao Gang. She had waited several days to find this third-tier wooden bead, going to the fire-removing platform below every morning to look for it, afraid that someone else would beat her to it. Now that she had finally bought it, Lao Gang changed his mind, which made her furious.

"And Master Gang, you clearly said a few days ago that third-grade wooden beads are the best."

Old Gang was utterly helpless, scratching the back of his head: "How was I supposed to know you had a wooden bead that you carried with you? A wooden bead is the very soul of a mystic artifact. Wood is the essence of life, so naturally, the fresher the better. Although the wooden bead you're carrying is only second-tier, it was nurtured with mystic energy from the moment it was created, and it still retains its vitality. How can it compare to that third-tier wooden bead that was transported thousands of miles here?"

But—but this way, she'll lose a lot of money! If what Lao Gang said is true, then she's been ripped off. Now that the third-tier wooden bead is stuck in her hands, it'll definitely fetch a huge price drop if she tries to sell it again.

No, I absolutely cannot let this large sum of pocket money fall into my hands out of thin air. Since the money for buying wooden beads can be saved, it means that this money could have been embezzled by her!

Looking left and right, Qu Mei seemed to be looking for some rich but foolish sucker, but unfortunately that guy wasn't there. So she rushed out of the weapon-refining room and headed straight for his room.

"This—" Old Gang looked at the elder with a bit of a blank expression. The elder smiled wryly and said, "You should refine the mystic weapons for the other disciples first."

"Alright." Old Gang was just muttering to himself that this young lady Qu was a noble lady from a wealthy family in the city, yet her personality was so unconventional. It was rare to see someone like her like this.

On the other side, Qu Mei rushed to Fang Shi's room and slammed her hand on the door.

"Wrong? Why is it locked?"

Bang, bang, bang! She channeled some internal energy into her hands and pounded on the door a few more times, making it creak and shake violently.

"Here it comes, Grandma, please don't break their door, or I'll have to pay for it."

Fang Shi's voice came from inside, but it took him a while to open the door.

Seeing that he hadn't opened the door for a while, Qu Mei, in a great hurry, looked over his shoulder and into the room. She stared at the small trailer and the metal block, and her eyes immediately turned strange: "Junior Nephew Fang, if you keep locking yourself and the metal block in your room all day long, everyone will start to think that you've awakened some kind of weird fetish."

"What quirk?" Fang Shi straightened his slightly loose collar and argued, "I'm just a little tired from the omnipresent heat in this Li Huo Palace. Can't I catch up on some sleep? Don't forget that my aptitude is only Yin Wood type, which is nothing compared to your Yin Wood true nature."

"Ew~" Qu Mei smelled a strange odor coming from the room, pinched her nose, and was too lazy to listen to his nonsense explanation.

Fang Shi couldn't stand her disdainful look. He thought to himself that he was only doing this for his childhood friend's safety, and he might as well get some iron for himself.

"Little Martial Aunt, if you don't have anything else to say, please don't bother me. I only slept this morning, and I'm going to take another nap later."

Fang Shi deliberately shortened the last syllable of his address to his junior aunt, giving it a sarcastic tone. However, Qu Mei seemed not to mind at all. Over the past few days, the two of them went from teasing each other to gradually getting used to it. The terms "junior aunt" and "junior nephew" had become their special way of addressing each other.

"Sleep, sleep, sleep, I'll sleep you until you're as big as a pig."

Qu Mei was seething with anger. Seeing his lazy demeanor and thinking about how busy she had been these past few days, she got even angrier and kicked the door a few more times.

"Oh dear, little aunt, please listen to my advice and save your nephew some money, okay? If there's nothing else, I'm going to sleep." Fang Shi made a move to close the door.

"Hey, wait! Come out here, your junior aunt will show you a good treasure." Qu Mei hurriedly pulled the person out, and then reached into her collar with one hand, pulling out something round.

Fang Shi glanced downwards and caught a glimpse of a few streaks of holy light flashing beneath the open collar. Connecting the dots, he wondered if the so-called treasure was—

He hurriedly pushed Qu Mei away, saying, "Oh dear, little nun, you mustn't do that!"

"What are you thinking? The treasure I'm talking about is this." Realizing that her careless actions had given the boy a good look, Qu Mei blushed slightly, took out the third-tier wooden bead, and shoved it directly into the guy's face.

You always have such a dirty mind! You were so stubborn earlier, saying you didn't want to see me in a skirt.

"How can you blame me?" Fang Fang said with a wronged tone, taking off the wooden beads. It was truly an unexpected disaster.

Qu Mei, not wanting to create any more awkwardness, quickly steered the conversation to the main topic: "Look at these wooden beads, aren't they nice? They're smooth and glossy, and they even emit a faint aura of mystery. I found them on the Fire Platform early this morning, and I even bargained down the price quite a bit. How about I sell them to you now, only charging you 20% more than the cost price? It's a good deal, isn't it? Buy them now!"

"Isn't your intention a little too obvious?" Fang Shi weighed the wooden beads in his hand, exuding the air of a shrewd merchant, which made Qu Mei nervous.

"Besides, why don't you use it to forge a mystical weapon yourself? Master Gang probably said it wasn't suitable, so you're trying to take advantage of me, right?"

"Oh dear~" Seeing that her plan had been exposed, Qu Mei changed her tough stance and clung to me softly, her voice becoming coquettish.

"My dear nephew, please have pity on your aunt. If you save this money, your aunt will use it all to buy you candy."

"Don't try that." Fang Shi remained unmoved by the honey trap. Although he hadn't reached the point of being tempted by a beautiful woman, he was now penniless after spending over a million a few days ago, and his already upright character had been forced to become even more so.

With a snap, Fang Shi pushed the soft, alluring body outwards, and the cold door slammed shut, demonstrating to passersby what it meant to be upright and honest.

"You stinking scribe! I don't even have a junior disciple like you!"

"well----"

Once the cursing and swearing outside had faded into the distance, Fang Shi inside stopped taking off his clothes and sighed.

Actually, he truly acknowledged Qu Mei as his junior aunt. His master had taken good care of him, and his senior sister Qu had also taken good care of He Zi. Their occasional bickering was just playful banter, but as long as his senior sister persisted in her gentle persuasion, he would definitely give in.

Unfortunately, he's been really broke these past few days. If it weren't for the remarkable progress in separating the profound energy from the Azure Black Gold, he would have already lost patience and gone out to make money.

Looking back at the dark blue-black gold that he had polished until it was almost white, less than four or five days had passed, and the changes were visible to the naked eye; it was also becoming lighter and lighter.

"How about I don't stay indoors today? I'll take a shower and then go see where I can make some money."

Master Gang has been mentioning him every time he sees him these past few days, saying that he is suited for weapon forging, and that with his strength, he could probably find a job without any problems.

Thinking of this, Fang Shi, having finished his bath, pushed Wu Jin under the bed, left the room, locked the door, and headed down to the next floor.

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