Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 128 Daoist Name: Shu Guang
The monk looked at the miscellaneous items on the stall and felt a pang of heartache.

If he had changed his target, all of these things would have been his.

The cultivator was filled with regret. Just then, the girl in black seemed to notice something and raised her eyes. The cultivator tensed up for a moment, but his expression remained unchanged. He walked straight to Ning Fusang's side, took up a stall, and started setting up his own stall.

The cultivator skillfully spread out a cloth, piling up a jumble of miscellaneous items: ores, beast cores, talismans, small swords, various array plates, and more.

In comparison, Ning Fusang's offerings were not particularly diverse.

She then looked to her right, where the stall owner was a cold-looking female cultivator in black, whose stall displayed strange and wonderful mechanical artifacts.

He must be a weapon refiner.

Ning Fusang thought.

The female cultivator in black was stern and aloof, rarely speaking to solicit customers, yet her business was the best on the entire street.

Ning Fusang hadn't sold a single item yet, but there were already seven or eight people coming and going in front of the black-clad female cultivator's stall.

Soon, a young male cultivator squatted down in front of the black-clad female cultivator's stall, picked up a cold, black iron crossbow, and asked, "How effective is it at penetrating armor?"

The black-clad female cultivator's voice was as cold as a spring, concise and to the point: "It can kill a third-tier stone mud beast."

The young man's eyes lit up, and he blurted out, "Really?"

Upon hearing this, the female cultivator frowned slightly, somewhat displeased with the other party's skepticism. However, for the sake of her livelihood, she patiently replied, "If there is any falsehood, I will refund double the spirit stones."

Most of the vendors in Huangyun City's market are independent cultivators. Their whereabouts are unpredictable; they might be setting up a stall in the city today, but they could be anywhere else tomorrow. Finding them is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

The young man didn't mind that the female cultivator's words lacked any guarantee. As far as he knew, the female cultivator in black had been setting up her stall here for a long time, and no one had come to cause her any trouble, which meant that her products were indeed effective.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have inquired about the news and come looking for you.

"Fellow Daoist, please don't be offended. I was just shocked to hear that this crossbow could break through the defense of a third-tier stone mud beast, which is why I asked this question. It's not that I doubt your crossbow."

Any weapon refiner with a bit of pride would not tolerate others questioning their masterpieces without reason. After realizing his rudeness, the man took the initiative to apologize.

The black-clad female cultivator's expression softened slightly. She gave a nonchalant "hmm" and then asked, "How many crossbows do you need?"

The young man gestured a number: "Seven."

The female cultivator took out the remaining six crossbows from her storage bag, and the deal was done. The man glanced at the stall next to him and was attracted by the talismans there.

"How much are your spirit talismans, fellow Daoist?"

Ning Fusang glanced at the stall: "Which talisman are you asking about?"

The man pointed: "Water talisman, fire talisman, and that sword energy talisman." His original target was the sword energy talisman, but then he thought that the water and fire talismans also had their uses, so he asked about them as well.

Ning Fusang didn't know the going rate, but she couldn't show it on her face. She calmly asked, "How many spirit stones are you willing to offer?"

Adding five to ten spirit stones to the man's quote should be about right.

The young man bought the crossbow and didn't have many spirit stones left. He estimated the price he could offer and gave a price he could afford. Ning Fusang bargained with the man for a while and finally added twenty spirit stones to the original price, selling him the three talismans.

The stall owner on the left stared in disbelief. Ning Fusang didn't pay much attention, but after a while, the cultivator couldn't help but speak up: "Fellow Daoist, this business..."

Ning Fusang raised an eyebrow, sensing the hidden meaning in his words: "What advice do you have for me?"

Seeing that she seemed genuinely unaware, the cultivator chuckled and said, "What a loss."

Ning Fusang: ?

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

The cultivator felt he had lost out, and kept rambling on about sharing his experience with Ning Fusang, not even noticing when the black-clad female cultivator next to him had packed up.

"...This is roughly how business works." "By the way, my Daoist name is Yu Qiao. May I ask your name, fellow Daoist?" After imparting his insights, the cultivator bowed and introduced himself.

"My Taoist name is Shuguang," Ning Fusang casually made up.

Yu Qiao was clearly a cultured man, and he clapped his hands and said, "It is a pity that the light of Fusang was extinguished and the light was hidden. Although the tone is sad, it is wonderful to only take the two words 'light'!"

"Fellow Daoist Shu Guang, we hit it off immediately. I can't bear to see you lose money in business. How about this: if another buyer comes along, I'll help you set the price and negotiate the discount."

Ning Fusang: "..."

How can so many things be interpreted from just two random words she made up?

Moreover, she never makes friends with anyone at first sight.

Yu Qiao's suggestion...

Ning Fusang thought about it and realized it made some sense, but she also had a more direct idea: "Fellow Daoist Yu Qiao, do you mean I'll stay here and watch over things while you help me sell them?"

That's roughly the idea, but he needs a share of the profits, and Yu Qiao nodded.

Ning Fusang smiled slowly: "Since that's the case, Fellow Daoist Yu Qiao, why don't you pay for all of these things? As for how to price them, that's up to you to decide."

Yu Qiao took a moment to react. It turned out that she had just asked her to be the buyer and sold all the items at once.

He had thought she was bad at business and was giving her "business tips," but it turned out she had a very clever plan.

Yu Qiao, his face ashen, refused, saying, "Fellow Daoist Shu Guang is joking. I do not have the strength to swallow your things whole."

That's obviously not the truth.

As a disciple of the Miaokong Sect, apart from today being a bit unlucky and stealing an empty storage bag, Yu Qiao has mostly made a fortune.

If you manage to get something for nothing, as long as you don't fail, you've already made a profit.

Another reason Yu Qiao refused was that, in his view, these things originally "belonged" to him, so how could he possibly spend spirit stones to buy them himself?

He simply couldn't bear to see someone selling perfectly good pills and talismans for a pittance right before his eyes.

Even though they couldn't reach an agreement, Ning Fusang didn't mind.

A faint, almost imperceptible smell of blood drifted into her nose, and Yu Qiao suddenly spoke: "Your business has arrived."

Ning Fusang was astute and became more wary of Yu Qiao. Although he seemed careless and impulsive, and spoke without thinking, he was actually quite perceptive and not a brainless person.

He said his business had taken off.

She noticed that among the nearby stalls, only hers had blood-clotting pills.

While Yu Qiao was chatting with her and getting her to talk, he didn't ignore the situation around him.

Ning Fusang composed herself and turned the bottle around so that the words "Blood Coagulation Pill" were facing outwards.

Yu Qiao gave a thumbs up and exclaimed, "Fellow Daoist Shu Guang is on the right track."

He whispered, "I've looked around, and only Fellow Daoist Shu Guang has Blood Clotting Pills for sale. We can rip them off."

Yu Qiao revealed a malicious, lewd smile, slightly mismatched with his face. The heavily injured man approached, carrying a bloody scent. Yu Qiao raised his hand to smooth the curve of his lips, resuming his serious demeanor.

"How much is your Blood Clotting Pill, fellow Daoist?"

The newcomer's face was mostly hidden under a cloak, but a hoarse voice came through.

(End of this chapter)