Peddlers and Porters Have Existed Since Ancient Times; Qingyuan Meets Six-Ear: You Can Hide for a While, but Can You Hide Forever?

"Let's go take a look first."

Qingyuan set down Wule Old Monkey's file.

Then he turned and walked out.

Inside the office, a large group of Jie Sect Disciples and Immortal Market cultivators who had been recruited also wanted to go watch the excitement, but Qingyuan called them back. "Yuan Hong can come with me. Everyone else, continue with your duties."

"Yes!"

The cultivators all cupped their fists in reply.

Though they were itching with curiosity, they did not dare defy the Immortal Market Lord's orders.

After Qingyuan and Yuan Hong left, heated discussion finally erupted. Everyone was wondering what Old Monkey had done to warrant the First Disciple of Intercepting Sect personally stepping in to handle it!

Black Tortoise Third Ring, Wujia District, Eighteenth Main Street.

An area surrounded by a food street and the Mall.

A monkey wearing a sun hat, looking utterly ordinary and even somewhat aged, carried a rack on his shoulders as he hawked drinks along the street.

It was lively even during the day.

Many cultivators came here to have fun.

Although three Mystic Gate Supreme Treasures within the Immortal Market suppressed the realms of all living beings below the Saint level.

Wherever there were people, there would naturally be all kinds of lives.

When Old Monkey hawked his wares along the street, he would encounter kind-hearted people who bought a few extra bottles and insistently stuffed the money back into his hands.

He would also encounter those seeking petty bargains, who insisted on taking a few extra bottles, leaving him no choice but to hand them over.

Of course, he could not avoid drunken cultivators picking fights, finding fault, or even cursing and mocking him as they knocked over his drinks.

At such times.

Old Monkey would merely clean up the mess in