Chapter Thirty-Five: Plus Fifty Percent and Another Thirty—The Makings of a Shrewd Merchant!

Wang Tian, observing the scene from the side, felt nothing. As a martial artist, he had personally slain countless people; after seeing so much, such matters no longer fazed him. Instead, he thought Fang Yige was being overly sentimental.

"Don't you two think you're being a bit excessive, luring me here in such a way?"

A figure glided down from midair, landing not far away. He looked at Allen, lifeless by the fire, his expression cold and grim.

"He lost his will to live—it has nothing to do with me," Fang Yige replied calmly.

"Let's be straightforward. I'm here to propose a partnership."

"Is this how one proposes cooperation?" The newcomer’s face was shrouded in gloom.

"There are other ways," Fang Yige said, remaining seated. Four flying swords shot out from behind him, encircling the newcomer.

The swords revolved, emanating the weight of earth, the lightness of wind, the fury of fire, and the gentleness of water. As they spun, their aura shifted—sometimes violent, sometimes ethereal, constantly changing.

Feeling the oppressive force and pervasive energy, the newcomer immediately relented.

"Greetings, esteemed one. How would you like to cooperate?" He bowed, left hand pressed to his right chest.

"Avada, servant of the Blood God, pays his respects."

"You're quite perceptive. That saves me the trouble of forcibly controlling your soul to draw out your master," Fang Yige nodded in satisfaction.

"It's simple enough. I want to work with your superiors. We need you to send experts to help us enter the treasury."

"And what benefit do we get?" Avada grinned obsequiously. "Without an advantage, I can't justify it."

"We only want what we need from the treasury; the rest is yours. Besides, isn't chaos in Ireland exactly what you desire?"

"This is too significant for me to decide," Avada hesitated. "I need to consult those above me."

"By all means," Fang Yige gestured for him to proceed.

Who knows what method Avada used to communicate, but shortly after, he gave a definite answer—they could cooperate.

"But we have one condition as well."

"Let's hear it." Retracting the Four Spirit Immortal Swords, Fang Yige looked at him.

"We'll help you restrain the city's saints so you can enter the treasury smoothly. But after it's done, you must help us break the city's seal."

Seeing the four immortal swords withdrawn, Avada breathed easier and replied solemnly.

"The seal?" Fang Yige repeated the word, exchanging a glance with Wang Tian.

"Agreed!"

His swift acceptance stunned Avada.

"Our people will arrive in five days. You'll need to meet them then."

"Five days is too long; you have only three days," Fang Yige declared forcefully.

"Impossible! They can't possibly arrive in three days!" Avada protested in disbelief.

"Three days only," Fang Yige's tone brooked no argument. "Let them find their own way. If they can't make it in three days, the deal is off!"

"This..." Avada faltered, when a different voice suddenly spoke from him.

"Fine!"

"Pleasure doing business," Fang Yige beamed.

"Pleasure doing business," echoed the unfamiliar voice, and then Avada transformed into a nightingale, flying across the sky.

"Is this the partner you've found?" Wang Tian asked in astonishment.

"Yes," Fang Yige replied, uncharacteristically falling silent.

At that moment, his mind was more occupied with the matter of the seal. The other side made no demands save for breaking the seal—what could make it so important to them?

Yet, he had only been in this world a short time, much of it spent traveling, so information was scarce and analysis impossible.

For now, it was best to complete the task and obtain the item.

With five million in hand, he and Wang Junfeng would have the resources to challenge the peak of Tier Two and cross into Tier Three.

Morning.

The streets bustled with people, unaffected by last night's upheaval.

This was Ireland's royal city, guarded by Night Watchers and White Knights.

After finishing his potion-making, Mu Rongxun helped Modo with the shop, also displaying his own creations for sale.

Modo allowed this: after buying raw materials from him, Mu Rongxun could display his products in the shop, letting the market test them.

Anything related to supernaturals was exorbitantly priced—ordinary folk couldn't afford it. Thus, the shop was often empty, with few visitors.

Near noon, a peculiar person entered.

“How much are these?” came a gentle voice.

Mu Rongxun, sitting at the counter reading, looked up.

He saw a handsome face framed by strikingly white long hair, styled in a Daoist topknot and crowned with a Daoist cap. His attire was equally odd: a white Daoist robe adorned with a black yin-yang symbol.

Such eccentric garb drew many eyes along the way, but the young man paid no heed.

“Which do you want?” Mu Rongxun asked, pleased to see the stranger pointing at his own creations—perhaps his first sale.

“All of them!” Yi Thirteen replied with exuberance.

He hadn’t expected a shop where one could simply buy such goods.

These consumables would be worth ten times as much in the Paradise.

"All of them?" Mu Rongxun was a bit surprised, but stood up.

"Five thousand!"

He was unsure how to price them, but Modo had told him to reference similar items in the shop. Mu Rongxun, considering the enhancement from his affinity with darkness, raised the price by fifty percent. Seeing a generous buyer, he tacked on another thirty percent, rounding up for convenience.

"Only five thousand?" Yi Thirteen was astonished.

Used to magic tower prices, he found this remarkably cheap.

Without hesitation, he made a direct transfer via the magic tower.

This was common practice, since different worlds had different currencies; if one lacked local money, Paradise Coins would be used.

After transferring, the magic tower converted Paradise Coins to local currency, charging a fee.

Mu Rongxun received five thousand Paradise Coins.

Being a player himself, he didn’t need to convert them to gold langmas.

Seeing the buyer pay so readily, Mu Rongxun wondered if he’d priced it too low.

Yi Thirteen didn't think about it—he was simply delighted with his bargain. With Mu Rongxun's help, he packed up the dozen items, then bought other potions from the shop, spending most of his Paradise Coins.