Encountering Elder Jiang Again

Within the territory of Chiyang County, three individuals were riding Spirit Beasts known as Flying Star Horses along the edge of the Tianyang Mountain Range.

These three were Meng Haoran, Meng Bohai, and Meng Luohai, who had come from the Meng Family in Xinghua Village.

Meng Haoran glanced up at the sunrise in the sky and asked, "Fellow Daoist Bohai, how much further do we have to go?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Bohai took out the map of the Chiyang County Black Market that Gray Robe Jiang Lao had gifted him. He studied it carefully for a moment before replying, "It shouldn't be much further. If we walk for about half the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, we should arrive."

Meng Haoran nodded gently at his words.

Meng Luohai, standing beside them, said, "Haoran, if we encounter Gray Robe Jiang Lao later, you need to be careful."

Having traveled the martial world for many years and having managed the Xinghua Meng Pavilion multiple times, Meng Luohai naturally harbored a degree of caution towards strangers.

Meng Haoran said solemnly, "Clan Uncle Luohai, I know. Gray Robe Jiang Lao's cultivation is likely at least above the Seventh Layer of Qi Refining. If he intends to rob and kill, he will definitely target me, the weakest among us. I'll just be careful."

This time, when the three of them came to the Chiyang County Black Market, they were filled with anticipation, but also a trace of worry about Gray Robe Jiang Lao.

In any Black Market, regardless of the location, incidents of robbery and murder were common.

Gray Robe Jiang Lao was no exception.

It was always good to be careful when traveling.

As the three conversed, they arrived at the location marked on the map.

Meng Haoran stood quietly beside Meng Luohai, while Meng Bohai scouted the surroundings, in case Gray Robe Jiang Lao had called for backup.

Just then, a rustling sound suddenly echoed from not too far away.

"Heh heh, Fellow Daoist Bohai, no need to look further. This time, it's just me, Elder Jiang!"

Gray Robe Jiang Lao's voice suddenly came from that direction.

Covered in dirt, Gray Robe Jiang Lao instantly leaped from a large boulder, landing several yards away from Meng Haoran and the other two. His eyes held an unreadable expression.

Meng Bohai cupped his fists and smiled, "Elder Jiang, it's been many days. I hope you've been well!"

Gray Robe Jiang Lao also cupped his fists, "Thanks to you, Fellow Daoist Bohai. After I sold the Six-Pattern Wheat last time, I made a hefty profit. Even the soup tasted incredibly flavorful!"

He then looked at the stranger beside Meng Haoran and asked, "Fellow Daoist Bohai, who is this...?"

Meng Bohai replied, "This is my friend. Elder Jiang can call him Fellow Daoist Luo."

With that, Meng Luohai cupped his fists slightly and smiled, "Greetings, Elder Jiang."

"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Luo," Gray Robe Jiang Lao responded.

Gray Robe Jiang Lao thought to himself, What friend? Isn't he just worried I'll rob and kill them? He brought a helper specifically.

Since the stranger Meng Luohai was present, Gray Robe Jiang Lao had no intention of making any further small moves against Meng Haoran and the other two at this moment.

He swept his gaze over Meng Haoran again and felt a slight surprise. He asked, "Has this young Fellow Daoist broken through again?"

Meng Haoran looked up at Gray Robe Jiang Lao and replied neither subserviently nor arrogantly, "It was merely by chance."

"Judging by your aura fluctuations, this young Fellow Daoist's cultivation is at least at the Fourth or Fifth Layer of Qi Refining!"

Gray Robe Jiang Lao praised, "To cultivate to this level at such a young age, you truly have extraordinary talent!"

"Heh heh, Elder Jiang, there's no need to dwell on pleasantries. Let's get down to business."

Meng Bohai took a step forward, interrupting Gray Robe Jiang Lao's attempt to ask further questions.

He didn't want Gray Robe Jiang Lao's attention to linger on Meng Haoran for too long, to prevent any unforeseen circumstances.

Gray Robe Jiang Lao nodded gently upon hearing this, understanding the implication in Meng Bohai's words.

"Alright! Let's get down to business. Fellow Daoist Bohai, have you brought everything I need?" Gray Robe Jiang Lao asked.

Meng Bohai patted his sleeve and smiled, "Since I'm here, I naturally brought what Elder Jiang needs. Elder Jiang, have you prepared your Spirit Stones? Today, I'm sure you'll feel the pinch!"

Gray Robe Jiang Lao clearly heard the teasing in Meng Bohai's voice and chuckled, "Haha, the more, the better. I, Elder Jiang, can handle anything!"

After hearing this, Meng Bohai immediately took out five Storage Bags from his sleeve and announced loudly, "Elder Jiang, each of these contains a full mu of Six-Pattern Wheat, and the quality is no less than the last batch!"

Gray Robe Jiang Lao recalled, "Last time Fellow Daoist Bohai came to trade, it was eight hundred jin of Six-Pattern Wheat. How much have you brought this time? Four thousand jin?"

Meng Bohai made a "please" gesture and smiled slightly, "Elder Jiang, you'll know when you see it. It will definitely be a big surprise!"

Upon hearing this, Gray Robe Jiang Lao's interest was piqued. However, he was also worried that these five Storage Bags might contain a trap, increasing his vigilance.

Gray Robe Jiang Lao opened one of the Storage Bags first, peered inside, and with a thought, his spiritual sense instantly spread out, enveloping the Storage Bag.

In less than ten breaths, Gray Robe Jiang Lao stood up and looked at Meng Bohai, asking with some surprise, "This Storage Bag actually contains nine hundred and thirty-seven jin of Six-Pattern Wheat?"

"Elder Jiang has sharp eyes! You can see the weight of this Storage Bag at a glance!"

Meng Bohai laughed, "Elder Jiang, there are a total of five Storage Bags on the ground. Besides the one you just saw, the remaining four Storage Bags contain eight hundred and fifty-three jin, one thousand and sixty-four jin, one thousand one hundred and forty-eight jin, and one thousand two hundred and twenty-one jin of Six-Pattern Wheat, respectively. The total is five thousand two hundred and twenty-three jin of Six-Pattern Wheat!"

Gray Robe Jiang Lao slowly stood up and asked, "Five thousand two hundred and twenty-three jin of Six-Pattern Wheat? Fellow Daoist Bohai, don't try to trick me. The average yield per mu of spirit herb land is about eight hundred jin when mature, which is the limit for a single mu. According to your statement, your five mu of spirit herb land have produced over a thousand jin of Six-Pattern Wheat per mu!"

Meng Bohai laughed heartily, "Why would I trick you? There's no benefit for us. Do you think this information will allow us to increase the price of the Six-Pattern Wheat?"

Gray Robe Jiang Lao waved his hand and chuckled, "Ah, Fellow Daoist Bohai, stop teasing me. If I raise the price of Six-Pattern Wheat any further, I'll be losing money!"

"It was just a joke, Elder Jiang. Since you've confirmed the Six-Pattern Wheat we provided, please proceed with the payment," Meng Bohai said calmly.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk! So much Six-Pattern Wheat, and such high quality."

The Gray Robe Jiang Lao chuckled softly, "To ask me to produce tens of thousands of Spirit Stones at once... it truly makes my heart ache a little!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the venue instantly turned cold!

Meng Haoran's fists also clenched suddenly!

He was constantly ready to snatch the five "Storage Bags"!

At this moment, Meng Luohai, who had been silent for a long time, let out a soft cough.

"Elder Jiang, you can eat anything, but you can't say just anything!"

The Gray Robe Jiang Lao's sinister gaze instantly turned towards Meng Luohai!