After disappearing for ten years, the junior sister made the entire sect kneel down to welcome her.

The laughter in the Treasure Pavilion stopped the moment Luo Huanzhen entered.

The bald-headed man sitting on the tatami mat slowly turned his face.

He first saw a pair of short legs, then a bright blue, pearly robe, and above that, a delicate, exquisitely sculpted face.

"Where did this little girl come from?"

He frowned, and the fat on his face twitched.

"Can't you see I'm picking out something? Get out of my way."

Luo really didn't roll away.

She tilted her head slightly and looked at the young female cultivator standing at the very edge, wearing a dark red uniform.

This must be the supervisor, because her clothes are a darker color than the others.

So Luo Zhen really sided with her and carefully repeated the question from before.

"Is there anyone to assist me? I need to sell and buy things."

"Aren't you open for business? Or are you closed today?"

The female supervisor had no words to express her distress. The door was open, but these days all the customers who came to the Treasure Pavilion had been scared away by this man from Zhongzhou. Only this young girl dared to come in, and she was asking questions with a straight face.

Staying in a stalemate isn't a solution, so she carefully considered her words before speaking.

"Young lady, what do you want to buy? Why don't you come back in a couple of days?"

"Tell us what you need, and we'll save it for you. We'll process it together with anything you want to sell later."

Luo Zhen thought about it. She was indeed there to sell things, but since things weren't peaceful here, she could wait a couple of days—her immediate priority was to get the materials for making the poison whip. So she nodded.

"I need materials with poisonous properties, the more poisonous the better."

"But don't make it too expensive, around a thousand spirit stones will do."

It's too expensive, she'll lose money.

She's here to make money, not to lose money.

The female supervisor quickly went through her list of her treasures in her mind and found them.

"Please wait a moment, little guest."

She ran back to the counter and brought out a small black jade box, about the size of her palm.

[The Jade Toad Poison Mist, 1200 Spirit Stones.]

Luo Huanzhen's eyes lit up.

"I want this."

What the poisonous whip lacks is a type of poison that can be melted into the magic weapon.

She stood on tiptoe and stretched out her chubby little hand to catch it.

Before his hand could even touch her, a cold laugh rang out from behind him.

"Wait, this is the one I set my sights on first."

Luo Huanzhen: "..."

Did he take a liking to her?

He didn't even bother to glance at the ten or twenty thousand spirit stones placed in front of him.

She swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue—arguing is the most useless thing in the world; it wastes your breath and gets you nowhere.

Luo Huanzhen held up one chubby little finger.

"Then shall I add another hundred spirit stones and sell it to you?"

"I'll offer ten thousand!"

The bald man grinned, licked his lips, and stared at her as if she were a tiny, pitiful insect.

Are you going to add more?

Luo Zhen shook his head.

"I don't want it anymore."

She's not stupid. She spent 10,000 to buy something worth 1,200, and even if she turned it into a whip, she wouldn't be able to earn back the cost.

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She turned to look at the female supervisor.

"Anything else? Something around the same price."

Yes, there is.

The second box was brought out; its toxicity was slightly lower, but it was still quite good.

Luo Huanzhen was about to speak—

"I'll take it, thirty thousand."

The bald-headed man didn't even raise his head, but tapped the armrest with his folding fan.

Luo Huanzhen: ...

Here we go again.

This time, she didn't rush to speak. Instead, she tilted her head up and looked the person up and down for three breaths. Then, the confusion in her mind suddenly cleared up.

He wasn't trying to buy anything; he was deliberately trying to make things difficult for her.

Luo Huanzhen's little head clicked. She turned around, put her two little hands behind her back, and stood up straight.

"Do you have anything here that's your store's prized possession? Something poisonous?"

The female supervisor paused for a moment, then her eyes lit up.

"Yes! But it's very expensive, it costs 100,000 spirit stones."

"One hundred thousand?"

Luo Zhenhuan deliberately took a deep breath, raising his voice so that the entire Treasure Pavilion could hear it, then patted his chest, his face full of pride.

"It's not expensive at all, I can afford it! I have over 500,000 on me!"

As she spoke, she glanced at the person on the couch out of the corner of her eye.

Sure enough, the folding fan stopped.

The female foreman went to the back warehouse herself, and when she came out, she was no longer carrying a box, but a black jade tray that was half her height.

A thick spiritual energy shield covered the tray, within which a wisp of purplish-black mist hung silently, slowly rotating. Despite the shield, those in the front row still took a half-step back.

[Nine Netherworld Bone-Corroding Miasma, 100,000 Spirit Stones.]

"This item is a three-hundred-year-old stock from my Treasure Pavilion. Just one drop is enough to turn a Nascent Soul cultivator into water on the spot."

Luo Huanzhen's small eyes were surprisingly bright.

"I want it!"

"Two hundred thousand!"

The folding fan snapped shut, and the bald-headed man sat up straight.

"Two hundred and one thousand."

"Three hundred thousand!"

"Three hundred and one thousand."

The numbers kept going up: 400,000, 500,000, 580,000. The entire Treasure Pavilion fell silent.

"Six hundred and fifty thousand!"

The bald-headed man suddenly stood up and laughed wildly.

"I'll pay you 650,000! You little brat, you think you can afford to pay that much?!"

Luo Huanzhen tilted her head back, thought about it seriously for a moment, and then slowly shook her head.

Her face fell, and she pointed at the man, shouting, "You're bragging! You can't possibly produce that many spirit stones! You can't afford it! Give it back to me!"

"Can't afford it? This young master can't afford it?!"

The bald man laughed loudly, raised his hand and waved it, causing the Qiankun bag to fall onto the counter with a "clatter".

The spirit stones rolled all over the ground, so white and dazzling that they made people dizzy.

"Count them! Give them to me! Six hundred and fifty thousand, not a single one missing!"

The guys rushed over and counted the incense sticks for a whole time.

"That's enough, that's definitely enough!"

The bald man hugged the tray to his arms, a smug look on his face. He looked down at the purple mist, then up at the little girl.

Her shoulders were trembling; she was crying.

The man with the bald head suddenly felt better than ever.

He walked away humming a little tune, carrying his things, and looked back once he reached the door.

The little girl was still squatting on the ground crying.

very nice.

He was rejected by the fairy he had long coveted in the Central Continent, and was in a terrible mood. Then the old man in his family asked him to come to the Eastern Continent to bid for that broken artifact.

He was bored in this remote and impoverished place, so he came to this Treasure Pavilion every day to find amusement.

These women were so respectful and cautious, so impeccable, that he couldn't even muster a fit of rage.

Today finally made him feel a bit better.

After Brother Lai Li left, the Treasure Pavilion was deathly silent.

Only Luo Huanzhen remained, squatting on the ground sobbing. The Treasure Pavilion staff who were standing there hesitated for a moment before they all gathered around.

The female supervisor knelt down, feeling extremely distressed.

"Don't cry, little guest. That thing isn't worth that price."

She turned around and presented a small jade bottle.

【Red Scorpion Venom Sand, 3200 Spirit Stones.】

"Here, take this. It's free. We made a lot of money selling our store's prized possession, so consider this a thank you."

Luo Zhenhuan still had his face buried in his hands, his shoulders twitching.

The female supervisor reached out and lifted her small face, then froze—

This little girl isn't crying at all.

His lips were turned up high, his eyes were curved into crescents, and even his little tiger tooth was showing.

She was laughing, her shoulders twitching from laughing.

Everyone in the Treasure Pavilion was stunned.

Luo Huanzhen wiped his eyes, grabbed the small jade bottle, and stuffed it into his Qiankun bag.

"Thank you. That annoying guy is gone. Now, can I sell my own things?"

The head waiter at the Treasure Pavilion stammered, "Of course, you can..."

Upon hearing this, Luo Huanzhen untied the small Qiankun bag from his waist and poured it onto the counter.

"Splash—"

……

Half an hour later, Luo Huanzhen walked out of the Treasure Pavilion.

The Qiankun bag was so heavy that it made her short legs buckle slightly.

They sold for 380,000 spirit stones, adding to the original 550,000.

She counted three times using her chubby little hands.

Nine hundred and thirty thousand!

Luo Huanzhen, holding the Qiankun bag, spun around three times in place.

After turning around, she opened the bag again and peeked inside.

It's still 930,000.

"Hahaha!"

She hugged the bag tightly, tilted her little face up to the sun, and showed a very, very satisfied smile.

She also got a bottle of 3,200 red scorpion venom sand for free.

That annoying guy spent an extra 550,000.

Inside the Treasure Pavilion, the female supervisor stood behind the counter, watching that small figure from behind, and smiled as well.

Luo Huanzhen hurried towards the spirit inn.

She needs to hurry up and refine the poison whip so she can exchange it for money. A top-quality poison whip should be worth more than 100,000.

By then, she'll have a million spirit stones in cash flow!

Luo Zhenhuan touched the hard, solid thing in his arms.

Standing ticket number 1209.

She absolutely must get her hands on that damaged artifact from the Liancheng Auction!