Attacked by the Female Demon at the Beginning - Chapter 137

Chapter 137: Ruthlessness

It was five spirit stones more expensive.

But there was no choice.

If he didn’t buy it now, he wasn’t sure how long his remaining tea leaves would last.

“Give me thirty mace,” Jiang Hao said.

Upon hearing this, Chen Sisi was stunned.

It was her first time seeing someone buy tea leaves like this.

Regrettably, she had to inform Jiang Hao of the bad news: there were only twenty mace in total.

In the end, Jiang Hao bought the twenty mace for one thousand one hundred spirit stones, leaving him with thirteen thousand two hundred.

After putting away the Snow After Spring, he asked curiously:

“Do you have Azure Red Sky?”

He had only inquired about the price of Azure Red Sky at the Tianyin Sect.

He had never asked elsewhere, so he was somewhat curious.

“A-Azure Red Sky?” Chen Sisi could hardly believe it.

She had only recently heard of the name, but its cost was beyond what could be described as expensive.

The reason she knew about it was that they actually had a mace of it.

It was said to have been obtained by a certain important person through great effort and then consigned for sale here.

“You actually have it?” Jiang Hao was surprised to hear this:

“What’s the asking price?”

“They say it’s over nine thousand. Shall I pass on the message for you?” Chen Sisi instinctively used a respectful tone.

“Please do,” Jiang Hao said, curious to see it.

If it was indeed genuine Azure Red Sky, over nine thousand was acceptable.

Because it would cost ten thousand to go back.

Afterward, Jiang Hao looked at some spiritual medicine seeds and bought two Tomorrow’s Clear Snow seeds.

They were a main ingredient for the Condensing Spirit Pill.

They had a refreshing fragrance and gentle spiritual energy.

The Heavenly Fragrance Dao Flower was known for its refreshing scent and harmonious spiritual energy.

The Tomorrow’s Clear Snow flower was the perfect match.

One seed cost one hundred spirit stones.

Two seeds for two hundred.

This spiritual medicine isn’t bad; perhaps when it blooms, a blue bubble might appear.

However, to ensure normal seeds would emerge, he bought fourteen bottles of spiritual liquid.

Each bottle cost thirty.

The expense was four hundred and twenty.

Soon, an elder arrived in the room.

His cultivation was at the peak of Foundation Establishment.

“Are you the one looking for Azure Red Sky?” Elder Chen inquired.

At the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment, he couldn’t believe this person could afford it.

“Can I inspect the goods first?” Jiang Hao countered.

After hesitating, Elder Chen took out an exquisite box.

Inside was indeed a mace of Azure Red Sky.

When opened, Jiang Hao smelled the fragrance; the tea leaves were emerald green with a hint of red at the edges.

Good tea.

Just by looking at the spirited tea leaves, he knew the quality of this Azure Red Sky was not bad.

Closing the box, he raised an eyebrow at the elder: “What’s the price?”

“If the young friend really wants it, we can offer it for nine thousand three hundred,” Elder Chen dared not ask for too much.

The tea had been stored for a long time, and they were eager to sell it.

Jiang Hao didn’t hesitate and immediately handed over the spirit stones.

“If there’s no issue, I’ll take the tea leaves,” Jiang Hao stated calmly.

He earned seven hundred spirit stones.

But this tea purchase had cost him most of his spirit stones.

At most, he had fourteen thousand three hundred spirit stones; now, only three thousand three hundred remained.

Actually, that wasn’t too little.

Ignoring the astonishment of those around, Jiang Hao left Yunshang Pavilion.

He looked at the towers not far away, where there were some shops.

Zuo Lan, who traded talented individuals, was located in that place.

After confirming the time was about right, he headed over there.

Upon entering, he arrived at Zuo Lan’s designated area.

He discovered the space was not small, with many rooms.

“Please come inside, fellow Daoist,” a young man led the way in front of Jiang Hao.

“Are you Zuo Lan?” Jiang Hao asked on the way.

“If the fellow Daoist thinks so, then I am. If the fellow Daoist thinks I’m not, then consider me not,” the young man replied with a smile.

Jiang Hao observed him for a moment.

Mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation, with a somewhat strange spiritual extension.

He must be a puppet of Zuo Lan.

He didn’t act rashly but followed into a small room.

The space wasn’t large, with a tea table and some snacks, but it didn’t feel cramped.

“Here’s the list,” the self-proclaimed Zuo Lan handed the list to Jiang Hao, calmly saying.

“You’re a bit late, fellow Daoist. Currently, there are only two left. Take a look and see if you’re interested.”

Jiang Hao looked at the list, which had over twenty names, genders, ages, and talents all marked.

Out of the twenty-plus, only the last two had not been purchased.

“Didn’t it start in the afternoon?”

Jiang Hao asked casually while looking at the list.

There were ten girls and thirteen boys on the list.

The oldest was fourteen, and the youngest was seven.

Such behavior Jiang Hao had rarely seen even in the Tianyin Sect.

The Tianyin Sect captured people for labor, but not such young children.

“Of course, they wanted to start early. The customer is important, so naturally, I began ahead of time,” the self-proclaimed Zuo Lan said with a smile, then continued.

“How about it? Which one does the fellow Daoist want?”

“Chun Yu, female, ten years old, below average talent,” Jiang Hao continued as he read the list.

“Tie Dan, male, eleven years old, average talent.”

“Where did you find these?” Jiang Hao asked curiously.

He appeared calm, as if making small talk.

“Captured from the surrounding villages. Being captured by me means they have a chance to change their fate. By rights, I should be seen as their benefactor. Unfortunately, they’re ungrateful. Especially that Chunyu’s parents, who even dared to attack me with a hoe, so ignorant,” the self-proclaimed Zuo Lan shook his head and laughed.

“Then what?” Jiang Hao asked with interest.

“I just helped their family reduce their numbers. They had quite a few family members, so now they don’t have to worry about food shortages,” the self-proclaimed Zuo Lan said, posing as a good Samaritan.

“You really did them a big favor,” Jiang Hao nodded, then continued/

“Bring both of them here.”

“Some people have their hands soaked in blood and still have the nerve to call me cruel. Are there any good people in the cultivation world? Anyone with a bit of strength, haven’t they all climbed out from a pile of dead bodies? Why the pretense?”

The self-proclaimed Zuo Lan seemed to appreciate Jiang Hao.

Then he went outside.

Jiang Hao sat quietly in his place, waiting for the other party to arrive.

……

After a short while.

The door was pushed open, and the young man who claimed to be Zuo Lan returned, followed by two people.

Jiang Hao looked over.

These were two pale-faced children; the girl’s eyes were red with fear mixed with hatred.

Her clothes were made of coarse cloth, stained with blood that had long since dried.

Around her neck was a large iron collar.

The boy beside her was much better off; determination gleamed in his eyes as if he understood that only by surviving could other possibilities emerge.

He was barefoot, with traces of mud still clinging to his feet, as if he had just finished helping with farm work at home.

As for their appearances, Jiang Hao didn’t pay attention.

What looks could two malnourished children possibly have?

“How much?” Jiang Hao asked.

“The girl for one hundred fifty, the boy for two hundred,” Zuo Lan said with a smile on his face.

“We also include a binding spell for control, would you need that?”

“No need,” Jiang Hao shook his head.

Boom!

At that moment, a roaring sound came from outside.

Jiang Hao turned to look out the window and saw a man at the late stage of Golden Core soaring into the sky.

His speed was astonishingly fast, suggesting he had a magical treasure on him.

Immediately, three figures chased after him.

All were Golden Core level powerhouses.

‘Is it them?’

Jiang Hao recognized at a glance that it was the three people from before.

However, he had observed that the one who escaped was just a clone.

“There’s always someone causing trouble,” the man who called himself Zuo Lan shook his head and sighed, then looked at Jiang Hao.

“Would you cause trouble?”

Jiang Hao looked back indifferently, then drew his Half-Moon sword from its sheath.

The moonlight manifested.

Clang!

With one slash, Jiang Hao beheaded the man who called himself Zuo Lan.

Under the man’s incredulous gaze, Jiang Hao slowly sheathed the Half-Moon and said coldly, “Perhaps.”

One must have some principles in life.