Jiang Ping An walked out of his room, intending to sell a few magical artifacts and pick up some ore for weapon refinement while he was at it.
Come to think of it, why had his newly accepted master still not returned? Several months had already passed.
He hadn't died outside, had he?
Jiang Ping An noticed a problem. Anyone who became his master seemed destined to go through some hardship.
He'd better not die now. Jiang Ping An had yet to get any benefits from him.
As he stepped out of his room, he heard curses coming from the corridor.
"Out of the entire shop, your performance is the worst! You've sold the fewest magical artifacts, and the artifacts you've purchased bring in barely any profit. How is the shop supposed to make money with you around? Get lost!"
A Cultivator in a yellow Daoist robe was cursing at a maid.
Bao Zhi lowered her head and bit her red lip, tears welling in her eyes. She could not cheat people, nor could she sell herself to offer customers favors. She had no way to earn more profit for the shop.
This was already the fifth shop she had joined, and it was always the same. Was selling herself the only way to survive in this world?
"What happened?" Jiang Ping An walked over and asked.
"Who are you? The upper floor is private territory. Who let you come up here?" Zhou Yuan frowned tightly, glaring at Jiang Ping An with obvious displeasure.
"He's the Immortal Master's newly accepted disciple," Bao Zhi said softly from the side.
"Oh."
Zhou Yuan suddenly understood. So he was a handyman the Immortal Master had found. "Master, is there something you need?"
Though he knew Jiang Ping An was merely a handyman brought