Longzang

Chapter 882 Common Sense
Wei Yuan climbed the high slope in front of him and finally reached the top of the mountain.

Ahead lies a natural canyon, with a massive canopy rising from one side of the rock wall.

This canopy was hundreds of feet in circumference, casting a distinct shadow below and obscuring the core area of ​​the market.

The market was much larger than expected; the canopy only covered a small area, with most of the buildings extending beyond it. From a high vantage point, one could see curtains of varying sizes spread out, obscuring the houses below. However, most of the shacks on the outermost edge of the market had no canopy to shield them, and could only extend outwards along the stone walls.

By human standards, this market would likely have tens of thousands of residents. However, the Wu tribe lives differently; each of the powerful Wu tribe members is enormous and has a peculiar physique, so their dwellings are exceptionally large.

For example, there was a particularly conspicuous, long and narrow earthen house on the edge of the market. Wei Yuan could tell at a glance that it probably belonged to a powerful sorcerer who had cultivated a snake body, and that it liked to sleep with its body stretched out at night.

"Should I be careful with my money when we go to the market later?" Wei Yuan asked.

Zhen Gang cried out in alarm, "No!"

"Please don't!" Hunter Three said earnestly.

"What if you encounter someone who doesn't know what's good for them?"

Both shamans said at the same time, "A subject who has disgraced his lord shall die!"

Wei Yuan remained silent for a moment before saying, "You should all try to speak less like human beings in the future."

Sanyi and Zhengang looked at each other, not understanding where they had gone wrong. Although they had just learned to speak human language, they both thought they were very talented, while the other was a fool.

However, Wei Yuan's suspicions were confirmed once again. In the world of the Power Witch, one should only speak as much as one is capable of, and sit on the bed that is only as big as one's backside. Being humble and cautious will only make people think that you are not good enough.

It seems that the old ways of the past really don't work in the world of magic... Wei Yuan felt a deep headache, thinking that all the history books he had read were a waste of time.

Wei Yuan didn't intend to say anything more, especially since each of them was now carrying an umbrella made of stone slabs, and had several more stone slabs hanging from their waists. In the market, fragments of barren stone were the most basic form of currency, somewhat like copper coins used by humans.

Although they were copper coins, Wei Yuan and his two companions were each carrying a sack of copper coins, with several more sacks hanging from their waists. Their appearance clearly showed that they were wealthy in a primitive and straightforward way.

So as soon as they entered the market, countless eyes fell on the three witches, most of them scrutinizing and judging the strength of Lie Sanyi and Zhen Gang. As for Wei Yuan, who was thin, small and obviously underdeveloped, he was completely ignored by the witches.

Hunter Trinity and True Steel were clearly dressed in hunter's attire, but incomplete, each only wearing half a set. They looked particularly disheveled. Many of the shamans' gazes turned less friendly.

Witch hunters' equipment is very valuable, so it's common for weaker, lower-ranked witch hunters to be robbed by their peers, who take all their gear. Some witch hunters, when desperate, will even sell their equipment for money.

But in the desolate wilderness, equipment equals combat power, and combat power equals life. When you're reduced to exchanging equipment for money, you're not far from death.

However, Hunter Three's aura was different, and True Steel had an overwhelming, pungent smell of blood on him. The two were also walking together, which made many Power Wizards, after assessing the situation, decide to back down and silently return to their positions.

There are rankings for witch hunters, and there are approximately several hundred witch hunters and hundreds to thousands of criminals in the entire Desolate Region. Hunter 31 is ranked thirty-first on the witch hunter list, which is quite high.

The Witch Hunter Ranking, also known as the Bounty Ranking, ranks players based on the amount of bounty earned from hunting witches. Hunter III's talents excel in stealth and ranged hunting, making him a natural hunter with impressive achievements.

Despite being ranked thirty-first, Hunter Trinity still couldn't afford a house in the market.

Every time he saved enough money, he would find that housing prices had risen again. And when housing prices fell, it was precisely when Hunter31 had been unable to open for business for a long time and had no basic income. This had been the case for decades, without exception.

Upon entering the market, the three witches headed towards the central canopy. As soon as they entered the canopy, Wei Yuan and the others were stopped by two burly, fully armed guards.

The two guards glanced at the three witches' equipment with disdain. But before they could speak, Hunter Three patted the stone slab at his waist and shouted, "Money! Spend!"

The two guards immediately made way.

Upon entering the area beneath the canopy, Wei Yuan immediately felt a refreshing coolness, like encountering a cool breeze in the height of summer—indescribably comfortable. The sunlight here was reduced by at least 60%.

Living in the core area is naturally much more comfortable than living outside, but this comfort doesn't come for free. To enter the core area, you first need money. There's no entrance fee, but you have to prove you have money. This step was reportedly proposed by the market owner and is called "verification of funds."

Those like Wei Yuan, who carried stone slabs, passed the lowest level of verification.

As planned, Hunter Trinity led the way to the residential area. These residences in the core area were quite valuable. Many were for sale, and a fat, strong witch was in charge of the property sales and handover.

After looking at several houses, Wei Yuan finally settled on a place with a small courtyard, which perfectly met his needs.

"How much?" Wei Yuan asked.

The fat shaman said, "Fifty catties of barren iron."

Waste iron is a higher-level currency than waste stone, with a ratio of approximately one to ten. Wei Yuan opened his waist pouch, revealing a pouch full of waste iron blocks. Each block, though only the size of a finger, weighed a standard five jin (2.5 kg).

Wei Yuan took ten strips of barren iron and placed them in the fat shaman's hand. But after putting the iron away, the fat shaman did not hand over the house deed. Instead, he looked greedily at Wei Yuan's waist pouch and said, "I've changed my mind. Now I want that pouch!" A cold glint flashed in Wei Yuan's eyes. He took out two gleaming arrowheads and placed them in the fat shaman's hand.

"not enough!"

"Is that so?" Wei Yuan sneered, then suddenly grabbed the fat witch's hand.

"Let's compete in strength..." The fat witch sneered, grabbed Wei Yuan's hand tightly, and squeezed it down hard!

This shaman was nine feet tall, almost big enough to fit seven or eight Wei Yuans inside. He thought he could easily crush Wei Yuan's hand, but unexpectedly Wei Yuan's hand suddenly grew several times larger, and then a terrifying force surged in, causing his hand bones to groan. Two arrows were squeezed into the flesh, firmly nailed to the hand bones, and were still drilling deeper.

The fat witch was trembling all over from the pain, sweating profusely, but she endured it without making a sound, though her eyes were filled with pleading.

Wei Yuan then released his grip and said, "These two arrows, even with the added price, is that enough?"

"Enough, enough!" The fat witch, covered in cold sweat, handed the iron plate with the land deed engraved on it to Wei Yuan, then disappeared immediately, clutching his swollen hand.

In this land, earning only what one can earn is common sense; any witch who defied it is dead. Bullying a powerful, unfamiliar witch is, according to common sense, a suicidal act. After all, there are no laws here; witch hunters can disappear for decades after killing a witch.

……

Amidst the everyday hustle and bustle, Fuyao pondered the questions posed by Jun Weizhi and Han Li. She was momentarily at a loss for words regarding Han Li's question, but Jun Weizhi's was easier to answer.

“You were all born in accordance with the Great Dao, geniuses nurtured by this world, far superior to any so-called chosen ones. I cannot watch you perish with this world, so I want to take you with me.”

Do you not know: "If you take us away, the value of this world will be reduced by half?"

"almost."

Jun Weizhi laughed self-deprecatingly: "Are we that valuable? Should I thank you?"

Fuyao frowned, turned to Han Li, and asked, "What do you say?"

Looking at her expression, Han Li said, "Then let me ask you another question. Could you take a few more people with you?"

"You have friends?" Fuyao asked, somewhat puzzled.

Han Li pointed downstairs and said, "Aren't you going to take Dugu Cangqiong with you?"

Fuyao said, "Why bring him along? He's useless."

Han Li said, "It's very useful. Seeing him will make us realize that we are still quite smart."

Unexpectedly, Fuyao thought about it and actually agreed: "If you insist, then we can add him. If there are no other problems, let's set off."

But Han Li added, "It's not just Dugu Cangqiong."

"How many do you want to bring? My capacity is limited."

Han Li thought for a moment and said, "Bring another 1,792, that will be enough."

Fuyao's face turned cold. "Are you kidding me? Why are there so many?!"

Han Li sighed, "Don't you know this number? This is the current number of members of our Fighting Saint Hall! I can't abandon them and escape alone. Now that you have a way, take them with you."

Fuyao gritted her teeth and said coldly, "Impossible! You can just wait to die with them!"

Watching Long Wushuang and Fuyao disappear, Jun Weizhi said, "I never expected Brother Han to have such a compassionate heart."

Han Li smiled wryly: "What world-saving ambition? I can't care about the mundane affairs of the world, I can only take care of the people I can see right now. If she's willing to take these people with her, then I'll set off immediately without saying a word."

Jun Weiwei said calmly, "It's a pity that she doesn't want to waste her abilities on these ordinary people."

Han Li nodded, then smiled and said to Jun Weizhi, "Staying here doesn't necessarily mean you'll die, don't you think?"

Why are you asking me this question?

"Who are you asking if you don't ask?"

Jun Weizhi sighed, "How would I know? All I can say is, try your best."

(End of this chapter)