The Main Selling Point is Not Having a Mouth.

The Senior Brother of Jade Purity Peak, Xiao Tianqi, is one of the Destined Female Lead's top harem members. He's a stubborn sis-con, so there's no point arguing with him.

Bai Lan looked at Bai Ling and said in a deep voice, "One hundred Spirit Stones, or tomorrow I'll reveal your secret technique to everyone. You know the value of that thing, and I'll see if your Master can protect you then."

The Space Jade Bracelet left by the ancients, a treasure that independently opened up a world of its own, would be of great interest even to powerful cultivators at the Nascent Soul or Divinity Transformation stage.

True Person Qing Xuan is currently only at the mid-stage of Core Formation, placing him at an above-average strength level in the cultivation world.

If those thousand-year-old ancient monsters were to make a move, he, a Core Formation cultivator, would be finished in one round.

Bai Ling clearly understood this as well. She gritted her teeth and said, "You're doing this on purpose! You want to extort me!"

"Yes, I am doing it on purpose. What, do you have a problem with that?" Bai Lan chuckled lightly.

If Xiao Tianqi could exert his pressure and intimidate people with just a few words, why couldn't she extort Bai Ling with just a few words?

It was just returning a favor.

Xiao Tianqi, standing nearby, frowned and said angrily, "Do you think Little Junior Sister will agree to your..."

"I agree," Bai Ling interrupted before Xiao Tianqi could finish, taking a deep breath and nodding.

"...?" Xiao Tianqi slowly formed a question mark in his mind.

Bai Ling said in a deep voice, "I will give you one hundred Spirit Stones, but you have to keep your promise to me."

"Little Junior Sister! Have you gone mad? This woman is clearly threatening you," Xiao Tianqi grabbed Bai Ling's shoulder and said in a deep voice, "What secret technique is it? Tell Senior Brother. Senior Brother is a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator; there's nothing he can't handle."

Bai Lan smiled as she watched the Destined Female Lead and her male supporting character.

Tsk, what a coincidence, this is precisely the trouble you can't handle.

It's even the kind of trouble your Master, True Person Qing Xuan, can't handle.

Tears welled up in Bai Ling's eyes. She lowered her head, looking like a weeping willow, on the verge of tears, and remained silent.

Bai Lan had witnessed this talent for crying on command.

She hadn't even acted like this when she was sent flying and vomiting blood from the pressure of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

"Tell Senior Brother, and Senior Brother will help you. What does that woman know?" Xiao Tianqi's voice was gentle and coaxing.

Bai Ling still shook her head, "Senior Brother, please don't force me. I can't talk about this."

"Why! Why can't you talk about it? Don't you trust Senior Brother?"

Bai Lan was amused.

She might not understand the personality of the Destined Female Lead, but she certainly understood her number one harem member.

Her main characteristic was her inability to speak.

Got into trouble? Keep silent and wait for the problem to fester.

Being misunderstood? Keep silent, cry, and then wait for the problem to fester.

Expelled from the sect by her Master? Keep silent, leading to more and more misunderstandings.

Fallen into demonic cultivation? Locked in a dark room by the Demon Lord, had her heart and liver dug out? Continue to remain silent.

In the end, after the Destined Female Lead and the Demon Lord went through a series of torturous misunderstandings, the problem could only be explained through someone else's words.

Then the Demon Lord would suddenly awaken, commit suicide to atone, and the Destined Female Lead and her Master would live happily ever after.

So...

Did she really expect the Destined Female Lead to open her mouth at a critical moment and spill all the secrets?

Dream on!

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

"Fine, if Little Junior Sister doesn't want to talk, then she won't," Xiao Tianqi said, seeing that he couldn't get any information from Bai Ling. He then turned to Bai Lan, "You talk! If you can't explain clearly, then I will!"

Bai Lan's expression was calm, "Even if I don't say anything, what can you do? Are you going to kill me, Uncle-Master?"

Xiao Tianqi froze.

That wasn't quite right.

"Senior Brother, you don't... don't have to stand up for me. Junior Nephew Bai doesn't like me anyway. It's just one hundred Spirit Stones, not much... Let's go," Bai Ling pulled the young man's sleeve and said softly, not wanting to argue further with Bai Lan.

She was indeed very afraid that Bai Lan would really leak the secret of her Space Jade Bracelet.

"Little Junior Sister, you're just too kind. Someone as ungrateful as this should be taught a lesson," Xiao Tianqi said with a cold tone.

Bai Ling pulled Xiao Tianqi away.

Bai Lan took a deep breath.

Forget it. Although she was injured, she still earned one hundred Spirit Stones, so it wasn't a total loss.

She hoped that this crazy Senior Brother and Junior Sister would stay out of her way in the future. Just seeing them brought her bad luck.

After spending four Spirit Stones to obtain the Spatial Black Stone, Bai Lan headed straight for the stall where she could open blind boxes.

Her injured heart desperately needed some gambling to heal.

The crowd in front of the stall was still bustling. Bai Lan scanned the storage bags laid out before her.

Fifty-something of them... wow.

This stall owner was no ordinary person. Who among normal cultivators would have over fifty storage bags?

They probably got them through robbery.

After all, even the lowest-grade storage bag started at a hundred spirit stones. Over fifty storage bags meant more than five thousand spirit stones.

Bai Lan couldn't believe there weren't any evil cultivators in this marketplace targeting the stall owner, yet he was still here, setting up shop unharmed.

He must have some hidden strength.

"Fellow Daoist, we don't know what's inside your storage bags. What if they're empty? Wouldn't you just pocket a spirit stone?" someone pointed and said.

"Exactly. You claim to have high-grade spirit artifacts, but I've been watching your stall for three days and haven't seen anyone open one."

"Yeah, are you sure you're not scamming us?"

The people around chatted idly.

The stall owner, sitting on his stool, remained unperturbed and said with a smile, "Whether you believe it or not is up to you, fellow Daoist. For a mere spirit stone, you have a chance to obtain a high-grade spirit artifact. Such opportunities are rare."

"What if you get lucky and make a big profit?" the stall owner chuckled.

"Fellow Daoist, you say that so lightly. A single spirit stone might not seem like much, but if three hundred people come here to gamble and all of them pick an empty storage bag, wouldn't you easily earn three hundred spirit stones?" someone provocatively asked.

The stall owner let out a "heh" and replied, "Get lost, don't cause trouble. My business isn't as good as you say lately."

"Fellow Daoist, I'll take a gamble," Bai Lan said, stepping out from the crowd and handing over a spirit stone with a smile.

The stall owner jolted and immediately jumped off his rocking chair. "You're generous, fellow Daoist. Come, let's roll the dice."

Seeing someone step forward, the surrounding people parted to make way.

It was a young girl in the uniform of an outer disciple handyman of the Azure Origin Sect. She had a delicate face, her hair was tied in a Daoist bun, but her cultivation was only at the first level of Qi Refining.

"Higher or lower?" the stall owner asked Bai Lan with a smile, shaking the dice.

"Higher."

Bai Lan was engrossed in a heated game of higher or lower with the stall owner.

Through the process of saving and loading, Bai Lan had also managed to get a rough idea of those fifty storage bags.

He was indeed a shrewd merchant.

Out of those fifty storage bags, a staggering twenty were empty. The rest contained items not worth a spirit stone, such as Blood Replenishing Pills, Qi Nourishing Pills, spiritual grasses, and low-grade spirit artifacts.

But the stall owner hadn't lied; there was indeed a high-grade spirit artifact among these storage bags.