Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 8 Strong Man
Sui Zhiwo summoned Han, Xu, and Huangfu, three men in white robes, to discuss important matters.

The three people in white all said in unison: They were busy.

According to the disciples who relayed the message, Han Baiyi was feeding rabbits, Xu Baiyi was smoking a pipe, and Huangfu Baiyi was making his seventy-seventh coffin.

Despite the bulging veins on my forehead, Sui Zhiwo wrote the two characters "祸彘" (meaning "calamity pig") and had his disciples deliver them.

In the end, only the disciple who was supposed to be in charge returned.

He only had one reply letter, from Han Baiyi.

Sui took it and asked, "Where are the other two?"

The disciple replied cautiously, "Xu Baiyi has fainted, and Huangfu Baiyi is already lying in the coffin. I can't open it."

Sui Zhiwo sighed deeply, knowing that the Palace of the Holy Master would eventually fall apart.

Open Han Baiyi's letter; there are two pieces of paper inside.

The first piece of paper read: Be realistic, we can't control a scourge.

The second piece of paper read: My rabbits are out of feed. Do you have any premium Shuzhou radishes?

Sui knew that I was gripping the letter more and more tightly.

That's why I said that the personnel arrangements of the Holy Palace should not be interfered with by the imperial court. What kind of people are these?

Just as he was considering whether tearing up paper in front of his disciples would damage his image.

A quick glance revealed a line of small writing on the back of the second sheet of paper.

The characters were extremely small, as if they had been written with a needle tip dipped in ink.

Sui Zhi stared at it for a long time before he could recognize that the Five Masters of Guigu had entered Beishi City.

This time, Sui Baiyi really lost control. With a sudden burst of strength, his spiritual energy burst forth, shattering the letter into pieces.

Although Han Youzhi appears taciturn and unreliable on the surface, she is actually quite perceptive.

Whether or not the calamity occurs is beyond the control of the Holy Palace.

However, the Five Masters of Guigu Valley are precisely at the sensitive point of the Holy Palace.

As the most unique force in the martial arts world of Kyushu, the Five Great Masters of Ghost Valley are the kind of people that the Holy Palace should manage, but are also the most difficult to manage.

As a trump card, the White-Clad Master cannot easily make a move.

However, to suppress the Five Absolutes, one must be at the Heavenly Consciousness Realm.

After concentrating for a long time, Sui Zhiwo looked at his disciple and said in a deep voice, "Take two boxes of radishes and deliver them to Han Baiyi."

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"Pei Xia, Pei Xia, I don't think this is right."

Something's not right.

"Do you really think this thing will sell?"

Pei Xia squatted on the street corner, holding a wooden board in her hand, and was concentrating on carving words on it. She said, "No matter what, it is a rare item. Although there are few Su Masters and not much market, it is no problem to buy it for five taels of silver as a collection."

Lu Li, perched on his shoulders, lowered her head and looked at him blankly: "Huh? Is this also a rare item?"

As she spoke, she stretched out her two small hands and handed the things in her hands to Pei Xia.

Pei Xia looked up and saw a pair of pure white underwear.

He paused for a moment, then asked, "What is this?"

"Sister Luo's underwear."

Pei Xia looked down at the half-carved "Master Su's Magic Weapon" on her hand, then at Luo Xiaojin's underwear above her head: "Didn't I tell you to sell stolen things?"

“Yes,” Lu Li said frankly, “this was stolen too, you made me steal it!”

Pei Xia remained silent for a moment, with only one thought in her mind—she should never see Luo Xiaojin again. What Pei Xia wanted to sell was, of course, the black peach wood short cane she had previously obtained from Zhang Guohan.

To be honest, the materials used in this thing are nothing special, except for the jade on top that attracts tides, which is worth a thousand or eight hundred taels of silver.

Unfortunately, it has already been refined into a magical artifact, and it is impossible to disassemble it now.

Yes, jade can sell for a thousand or eight hundred taels, but ritual implements can only sell for five taels.

This is not to say that magical artifacts are useless. On the contrary, refined magical artifacts are rare items in any field. The problem is that this is a plain magical artifact.

Master Su is one in a hundred practitioners.

Moreover, among the first four realms of a Su Master, the second realm requires alchemy skills, and the third realm requires weapon crafting skills. Most Su Masters are already quite well-equipped.

If it were a sword, spear, or halberd, Pei Xia would dare to sell it for three thousand taels of silver.

Once the sign was carved, they stood it up in front of them, and the two of them squatted in a corner of the Eight Great Streets, staring at every passerby.

Half an hour later, Lu Li, clutching her rumbling stomach, looked at her master with a serious expression: "Is it really going to work?"

“It has to work,” Pei Xia said, clutching her stomach. “Otherwise, you could go and perform as a street artist, breaking rocks on your chest.”

"Are you even speaking human language? I'm not even as tall as Big Stone!"

Pei Xia sighed and began to chirp Luo Xiaojin softly again.

That wretched woman is more than capable of ruining things. She left him in the outer city without even informing him, and now she wants to pay a tax to enter the inner city!

Five taels, inner city maintenance tax.

Even the prime minister's son has to pay, and the prime minister himself has to pay!
Another quarter of an hour passed, but the precious Su Shi ritual implements remained untouched.

Despite the bustling traffic on the streets, not a single person stopped for me.

Pei Xia sighed, thinking that if all else failed, he might as well sell himself. He knew what it was like for a strong, healthy man to earn five taels a day.

Just as he reached out to take the sign back, a pair of feet stopped in front of him.

The man was wearing cotton-soled cloth shoes, with his ankles wrapped in tight leggings. Pei Xia looked up and saw a young man in his early twenties staring at his head.

Lu Li was on his head, and Lu Li was holding the black peach wood short cane in her hand.

The young man, dressed in coarse blue cloth, was tall and robust, and carried a sword; he did not appear to be an ordinary person.

He brushed aside his long bangs, revealing his right eye which had been covered, and after examining it closely, he muttered to himself, "It really is Master Su's magic weapon."

Pei Xia immediately perked up, grabbing Lu Li's short legs with both hands to stand up, and said with a smile, "Brother, you have a good eye! To tell you the truth, I snatched this from a fifth-level Su Master. It was a life-or-death situation, so exciting!"

"So," the man looked him up and down, somewhat skeptical, "you're a master?"

A fifth-level cultivator is equivalent to a martial artist in the Profound Realm; those with this level of cultivation are generally physically strong.

But Pei Xia looked like he was about to die at any moment, which didn't seem like the appearance of a master.

Pei Xia thumped his chest loudly: "A top-notch master."

A top-tier master selling magical artifacts at a stall in the Eight Great Markets? Five taels?
The man sneered inwardly.

However, he politely said, "I don't need any magic tools, but I have a small job here. If you're interested, I can pay you ten taels of silver."

Hey, those are two different things.

Pei Xia was a very shrewd person. The other party first asked if she was an expert, and then said there was a job for her. No matter how you looked at it, she was not someone to be trifled with.

Without thinking, he stretched out his large hand and waved at the other person.

The young man paused for a moment: "No way?"

Pei Xia waved her outstretched fingers: "Fifty taels."

(End of this chapter)