Brother, how come you're a witch?

Crowds poured into the market.

The secondhand vendors, who usually skipped classes because they always felt that making money was more important than attending morning classes, were overjoyed to see so many people.

What's going on today?

Good fortune is on your side!

They were all eager to make a killing and fleece these fat sheep.

But the crowd ignored them and went straight to the deepest part of the market.

The vendors looked completely bewildered.

What's going on?

It's important to know that the closer a location is to the market entrance, the more expensive the rent. They paid a high price to set up their stalls here so that customers would notice them more easily and choose to do business with them.

But today, a large number of customers didn't even glance at them, making them feel bad that their booth fees had been wasted, and they were also very indignant.

What on earth stole their prized sheep?

So many vendors got up and followed the crowd, all the way to the end of a small alleyway to the right at the deepest part of the market.

Here, there is a small shop with a newly made signboard hanging on it. The two characters carved on the rotten wooden signboard are full of awe-inspiring sword intent—Liu Liu.

"Someone actually rented this shop?"

One of the vendors, mingling in the crowd, squinted and sneered.

The rent for storefronts in the market is much higher than the rent for stalls, and they are usually rented by the official authorities of each Xianfeng.

This small shop is the only one that's so badly located that even dogs don't pass by it. So the rent is lower than the stall fee, but nobody ever rents it because renting it would be a waste of money.

"What are you laughing at? Nobody used to rent this place because there were no customers. But look at today, customers are coming here specifically for this place." Another vendor's gaze darkened.

The vendors who had been smiling earlier immediately stopped laughing.

The crowd grew larger and more noisy, and the alley was already overflowing. Shouts of "Don't push, don't push" could be heard everywhere, and people were constantly getting their feet stepped on.

Just as everyone was starting to get irritated by the deteriorating environment, the shop under the Liu Liu sign finally opened.

A female sword cultivator, wearing a name tag that read "Liu Liu" on her chest, smiled and bowed to the crowd.

"Greetings, fellow Daoists."

"Today is the first day of Liuliu's official business. I didn't expect so many fellow Daoists to come and support us. I am truly flattered."

"Our Liuliu Secondhand Recycling Shop can guarantee you that everything is absolutely open and transparent..."

Before she could even finish her opening remarks, someone impatiently interrupted her:

"Fellow Daoist, enough of the small talk. We've heard that you provide appraisal reports for all secondhand transactions here, and that prices are transparent and verifiable. Is that true?"

"certainly."

The female swordsman's smile remained unchanged as she picked up a stack of forms from the table behind her:

"Fellow Daoists, please take a look."

Everyone eagerly took the forms from the female cultivator. Upon closer inspection, the prices listed were indeed clear, and each item corresponded to a common magical artifact or spiritual plant. In addition, several items were added to account for various proprietary technologies or modifications.

Although the audience couldn't fully understand it, they could all appreciate the watchmaker's expertise.

The vendors saw it all too clearly, holding their lists of familiar product categories, both surprised and unwilling to believe it.

Who made this watch?

Wang, a well-known secondhand vendor, tossed aside the flag authentication form and said disdainfully:

"How superficial! It looks professional, but it's actually written for laymen. Many deeper things cannot be reflected in such a simple table. We professionals have to judge them."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked to see the female swordsman shop assistant's reaction, who nodded generously and said:

"What this fellow Daoist said is absolutely right. However, most of the Daoists who do business with us are not professionals, and if the text is written in too much detail, there will be difficulties in understanding it. But this does not mean that we ignore this issue. Whenever any problem arises that cannot be covered by the appraisal form, or if any Daoist objects to the appraisal results on the form, we will ask an authoritative person to conduct a second appraisal."

"An authority figure? Haha, there's no one in this market more authoritative than me when it comes to religious banners, and there's no one I don't know. I'm more curious about who you invited?"

Wang Ji sneered:

"And even if you can get authoritative figures from so many different fields to work with, how many categories can you actually invite?"

One is enough.

The female swordsman shop assistant smiled slightly and calmly said:

"Our shop's master appraiser is capable of appraising all categories by himself."

"What?!"

The crowd erupted in uproar; even most people who didn't know the industry thought it was just bragging.

"How dare you speak so arrogantly! Is the master you speak of a Nascent Soul cultivator or some other senior expert?" Wang Ji sneered.

"If you don't believe me, feel free to try," the female swordsman shop assistant said without changing her expression.

"good!"

Wang Ji took out a golden banner from his storage bag and placed it on the table next to the female swordsman shopkeeper.

"I acquired this banner from a senior Core Formation cultivator. It once slew thirteen demons. Although it is somewhat damaged, it is still a top-quality item. Let your master appraise it."

The sight of such a rare item stunned everyone, as they were all low-level cultivators who had rarely seen such a thing.

"No problem, the master is behind the screen behind me."

The female swordsman shop assistant picked up the banner and placed it behind a screen at the far end of the shop, then turned back and glared fiercely at someone in the crowd:

"Fellow Daoist, please do not use your divine sense to spy on us. Our master is very fierce; he will kill if he is displeased!"

The fellow Daoist whose name was called awkwardly withdrew his divine sense.

The virtue of a monk is to listen to advice. Although it is probably true that he would kill someone if he was unhappy, what if he were?

Inside the screen.

Su Yan had just sneaked in through the back door and hadn't even had a sip of tea when a Buddhist banner was brought in.

He glanced at it casually for a few moments, clicked his tongue lightly, and then channeled the essence and blood he had recovered a little over the past few days into it, sending his enhanced divine sense into it.

......

A crowd gathered outside Liu Liu's shop, but it was no longer as noisy as before.

Everyone is waiting for an answer, wanting to know if this master is as amazing as he claims, and whether Liuliu Recycling is credible.

Wang Ji remained silent, but sneered inwardly a few times.

The banner was not actually as he described it; it was his carefully crafted and counterfeit masterpiece, which he was confident that almost no low-level cultivator could tell the difference.

If this so-called master can't identify the problem, he can point out a few issues to ruin the reputation of this charlatan.

This restaurant has just opened and already has so many customers coming all the way here. It's quite impressive. I wonder what kind of magic they used.

We must curb its arrogance.

"How much longer? You're not even good enough as a master."

Wang crossed his arms and pretended to urge them impatiently, but in reality, it had been less than half a cup of tea's time since the banner was sent inside.

But before he could finish speaking, something was thrown out from behind the screen and hit the ground with a thud.

It was a golden Dharma banner.

Wang Ji was furious when he saw his masterpiece being treated this way, and was about to go up and argue with him.

A hoarse voice drifted from behind the screen:

"The spirit-gathering and energy-guiding array on the banner was re-installed by you. It's neither strong enough to gather spirits nor to guide energy, and it broke as soon as it was activated. It's a failure."

"The Star-Turning Crystal was taken from another alchemy cauldron and inlaid there. The furnace ash wasn't even wiped clean, so it was a failure."

"The gold thread along the edge of the banner was re-embroidered, but it was pulled too loosely; it's a failure."

"The fourth section of the main pole was pieced together from the main pole of a substandard prayer flag. It wasn't even properly glued and fell apart with the slightest shake. It was a complete failure."

"The worst part is the core of the banner. This banner was modified from the Myriad Souls Banner, and there's even black energy inside. Are you kidding me?"

"And yet they still engage in refurbishment, counterfeiting, and selling inferior goods as superior ones."

"To make people laugh."