Sixty years of blacksmithing, a single hammer blow forging a celestial being.

"Six hundred yuan?"

The burly man with the bushy beard was somewhat displeased.

"That's way too cheap."

"Sir, this is really the price. You can go inside and ask the elder at the counter if you don't believe me. I've worked in this Wanbao Pavilion for over ten years, and I've seen countless magical treasures. This is the price I'm talking about. If you're in a hurry, just go ahead and make the deal."

The burly man hesitated for a second before nodding and saying...

"Alright, you can help me trade this magic item."

"it is good."

Zhao Tiezhu took the magic weapon and quickly ran into the Wanbao Pavilion.

After negotiating with the front desk, he walked out carrying a heavy bag of spirit stones.

"Here you are, sir, this is the money you received for selling the magic weapon."

The burly man accepted the spirit stones and nodded, saying...

"OK."

As he spoke, he took out a spirit stone from the bag and tossed it to Zhao Tiezhu, saying,

"Here's a reward for you."

"Thank you so much, sir! You're too kind! Thank you!"

Zhao Tiezhu was overjoyed and happily accepted the spirit stone.

However, when he looked up, he found that the burly man with the bushy beard had disappeared.

Is this guest in a real hurry? Is there something urgent?

He muttered to himself and sat back down in his previous spot, not taking the little incident to heart.

At this moment, on the bustling street, Li Ping'an walked along with slightly flushed cheeks and a little out of breath.

It seems that the "Great Dream Divine Guiding Technique" can indeed control ordinary people for a longer period of time.

It turned out that the burly man with the bushy beard was none other than Li Ping'an.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, he immediately used the "Great Dream Divine Guiding Technique" to control Zhao Tiezhu's mind.

The image he saw was transformed into that of a burly man with a bushy beard.

There's nothing we can do about it.

After all, the death of Steward Wang was not a major event in the sect's eyes, but it was not insignificant either.

However, if the investigation really goes on, especially if Liu Jinhu is investigated, it will still cause some trouble.

I cannot openly go to Wanbaolou to sell the magical artifacts that Manager Wang left behind.

Because if the investigation goes back to the source, I'm afraid I'll have a hard time escaping punishment.

He deliberately chose a time when there were few people, and Zhao Tiezhu was the only one at the door.

At that time, only Zhao Tiezhu will know the origin of this magic weapon. It was sold to him by a burly man with a bushy beard, and it has nothing to do with Li Ping'an.

After selling the defensive artifact, Li Ping'an strolled around the streets for a while longer.

After his mental strength recovered, he returned to Wanbaoge.

This time, he disguised himself as an old, venerable cultivator and once again defeated the enemy quickly.

He sold a defensive magic artifact at lightning speed for eight hundred spirit stones.

Before leaving, he rewarded Zhao Tiezhu with another spirit stone to enhance Zhao Tiezhu's impression of him.

When the sect comes to investigate, Zhao Tiezhu will be his best witness.

After selling two magical artifacts, Li Ping'an was no longer in a hurry and returned to Lichun Garden.

Nanzhi had already woken up and was getting ready.

Seeing Grandpa Li return, he said with some surprise,

"Uncle Li, why did you go out? Your leg injury hasn't healed yet, has it? I was so worried about you."

Li Ping'an smiled slightly and said,

"I've recovered a bit. Go out and practice your leg strength; that will help me recover faster."

"That's true."

Nan Zhi nodded, agreeing with Li Ping'an's statement.

After all, cultivators like them can recover from injuries in a way that ordinary people cannot.

"I'll be staying in your room for a few more days. I hope I won't be bothering you."

In the evening, while enjoying the delicious meal that Nan Zhi had brought him, Li Ping'an said.

Upon hearing this, Nan Zhi immediately frowned and said,

"Uncle Li, what are you saying? You can stay here as long as you want. I, Nanzhi, am more than happy to have you here, how could I find it troublesome?"

As she spoke, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she lowered her head, saying...

"Sir, you can live here for the rest of your life if you wish."

Upon hearing this, Li Ping'an felt a surge of warmth rise in his chest.

He couldn't help but put down his chopsticks and take Nanzhi's hand.

"Sir, you..."

Nanzhi looked at Grandpa Li with her eyes full of water.

She was immediately silenced by Li Ping'an's lips.

Another spring breeze blew through the night.

And so, Li Ping'an lived a very carefree and happy life at Lichun Garden.

He had beautiful women by his side day and night, and his injuries healed extremely quickly.

A few days later, his injuries had almost completely healed.

I can no longer feel anything unusual when I walk.

It's time to sell that black knife and that knife technique in one fell swoop.

Li Pingan took a deep breath.

Today is the day to get this important matter done.

Previously, he sold only small, miscellaneous items, trying to avoid attracting attention.

But today he deliberately tries to attract attention.

Inside Wanbaoge, Zhao Tiezhu was chatting casually with another waiter.

"You wouldn't believe it, I was incredibly lucky the other day. Several customers came in, all there to sell their wares. One was a burly man with a thick beard, and the other was an old man with a somewhat otherworldly air. After they finished selling their goods, they each gave me five spirit stones as a reward. These cultivators have been so generous lately; I really made a killing on that."

Upon hearing this, the waiter looked at him with a hint of envy.

"I envy you so much. I wish I were that lucky."

Just then, a cultivator with an extraordinary aura walked in from outside the door.

The cultivator was burly, with a giant sword on his back, and his eyes were wide open in anger, as if he were about to explode at any moment.

He exuded a terrifying aura.

"Welcome, sir!"

Upon seeing the burly man who had barged in, Zhao Tiezhu couldn't help but swallow hard, but he still braced himself and went to greet him.

The burly man spoke with the force of thunder.

"I'm here to sell Buddhist artifacts, please take a look at them."

"OK!"

Zhao Tiezhu nodded.

"Please take out the ritual implements so I can take a look."

"good!"

The burly man took out a black sword and a martial arts manual, and said...

"This is a black sword, and this is a martial arts manual; they're being sold together."

Zhao Tiezhu picked up the black knife, and suddenly frowned.

This... isn't this the exclusive weapon of Steward Wang, the Grand Steward of the Inner Sect?

He had worked in the Wanbaoge for over a decade, and Manager Wang had also worked in the sect for several decades.

Manager Wang was also a frequent visitor to Wanbaoge, so the two naturally knew each other.

Therefore, Zhao Tiezhu recognized it at a glance as Manager Wang's weapon.

Looking at the technique and its name, Zhao Tiezhu was even more horrified.

This was actually one of Steward Wang's signature techniques.

Blood-Burning Blade Technique!

Why are they all now appearing on this Taoist priest?

He couldn't help but glance at the Taoist priest.

At that moment, the burly man glared at him with his tiger-like eyes.

That imposing aura made him tremble all over.

He already knew perfectly well that Manager Wang had definitely fallen into the hands of this Taoist priest.