Divine Skill

Zhang Buzai turned to look at Liu Di.

She said apologetically, "That's just how Uncle Jiangkou is. He specializes in tricking newcomers—he tricks every one who comes. Don't take it to heart."

Then—

Zhang Buzai shot the master a fierce glare. "You'd even scam someone with so little mental power? Go sleep somewhere else! Do that again, and I'll throw you out of the warehouse!"

The BGM stopped as well.

The master planted both feet on the ground, muttering as if he wanted to say something, but he did not dare speak.

"It's fine."

Liu Di replied, then turned to the middle-aged man. "Master, I'll buy that divine skill."

Zhang Buzai grew anxious. "I already told you he's scamming you. Why won't you believe me? Have you forgotten how hard it is for you to gain mental power?"

Liu Di shook his head with a smile. "In this world, once a person is injured, they lose mental power and their body becomes illusory. Master Jiangkou fell several times from a bamboo pole more than ten meters high without a scratch. He can also meditate music into existence and make his body float. I think he must have something extraordinary about him!"

Master Jiangkou's eyes lit up. "Good lad, you've got an eye for talent!"

Then—

Liu Di and the master clasped hands, and the number on Liu Di's watch instantly changed from '1' to '0'.

"Deal!"

The master even high-fived Liu Di!

Zhang Buzai stomped her foot in anger. "I'm done with you. Do whatever you want!"

Striving Youth also let out a heavy sigh. "I told you, this is a computer game. Why are you cultivating some damned technique? I'm done with you too!"

The others left in frustration.

Only Liu Di remained, holding the book titled 'Divine Skill: