I won't scare you to death, you old thing!

"By the way, young man, may I ask—where did those two jade pendants come from? Do you have any more of them?"

At this moment, Lin Anguo suddenly thought of something and quickly asked.

Ning Wangshu couldn't help but smile inwardly, naturally understanding why Lin Anguo was asking—he simply wanted more Spirit Jade.

However, having sold those two pendants, he now had enough money and had no interest in selling any more Spirit Jade.

So, Ning Wangshu shook his head and said, "These two pendants were passed down from my ancestors. There were only these two. If I weren't in urgent need of money, I wouldn't have sold them either."

Hearing this, Lin Anguo was a bit disappointed. "I see..."

Still, he added, "Alright. Young man, if you ever have more pendants or similar items to sell, feel free to have Qingzhu let me know."

"The price is negotiable..."

Though Ning Wangshu claimed there were only these two pendants, Lin Anguo didn't entirely disbelieve him—he just habitually threw that line out.

Just in case.

Ning Wangshu could only smile, neither confirming nor denying.

Then Lin Anguo said, "Young man, we'll be on our way then..."

Lin Anguo was already eager to head back, enter closed-door cultivation for a while, adjust his state, and attempt to use the spiritual energy within those two pendants to break through to the Golden Core Great Path.

Thus, he didn't want to stay a moment longer.

"Alright! Old Master Lin, take care..."

Ning Wangshu replied with a smile.

Lin Qingzhu beside him also waved at Ning Wangshu and said, "Hey, Ning Wangshu, bye—"

"Hmm, bye—"

Ning Wangshu waved back.

While Ning Wangshu was talking with Lin Anguo, the old woman and the middle-aged woman hadn't left.

They were whispering furtively, occasionally glancing at Ning Wangshu, as if "plotting" something...

After seeing Lin Anguo and Lin Qingzhu off, Ning Wangshu packed up his stall bag and prepared to leave.

But then, the middle-aged woman suddenly rushed over to block him, shouting, "Wait, you can't leave! You injured my aunt just now—you have to pay compensation!"

"If you don't pay up, don't even think about leaving today!"

No sooner had the middle-aged woman spoken than the old woman chimed in with a wail: "Aiyo, aiyo, it hurts so much! My head aches terribly, my chest is so tight I can barely breathe!"

"This wretched man not only laid hands on an old woman like me but now wants to just walk away! Everyone, you must stand up for me! Aiyo..."

Watching the old woman feign agony and wail loudly, the onlookers who knew the full story were all speechless.

Their gazes toward Ning Wangshu once again filled with sympathy.

Anyone could see that the old woman was clearly trying to extort Ning Wangshu.

But no one else wanted to get involved. With the old woman's shameless, stubborn attitude, who would dare provoke her? If she latched onto them, getting away wouldn't be easy.

Since it didn't concern them, the others just watched the spectacle.

Ning Wangshu, however, was genuinely amused and exasperated by the middle-aged woman and the old woman. He glanced sideways at them and sneered, "Oh? Compensation? How much do you want me to pay?"

The middle-aged woman and the old woman exchanged a look, then the middle-aged woman immediately shouted, "One million! You just sold those two pendants for a full two million!"

"We're only asking for one million—isn't that fair?"

She said it with an air of righteous entitlement!

The old woman quickly chimed in, "That's right! If you don't pay one million today, don't even think about leaving!"

The onlookers shook their heads, muttering to themselves—what a pair of ruthless scammers, demanding a full one million!

Ning Wangshu laughed in anger: "One million, and you call that fair? Hah..."

"So I should be thanking you, right? But one million might be too little—how about I pay you a hundred trillion? I'll burn it for you later."

Ning Wangshu sneered sarcastically.

"You... what do you mean by that? Are you cursing me to die? You wretched man, how can you be so vicious! Not only did you injure an old woman like me, now you're cursing me to death!"

"Heavens above! Is there no justice? Am I, an old woman, just supposed to be bullied?"

"I can't go on! I'll just smash my head against the wall and die right here..."

The old woman continued her tantrum, wailing and stomping.

But the surrounding crowd just watched her "performance" impassively...

Ning Wangshu took a deep breath. If it weren't for being in public, he'd have half a mind to just slap this old woman dead!

He'd seen shameless people, but never this shameless!

Even his composure was wearing thin, irritation flaring inside him.

Still, though he couldn't just kill her outright, Ning Wangshu decided to teach her—and the middle-aged woman—a lesson.

So Ning Wangshu shot her a fierce glare, a strange light suddenly flashing through his eyes. To the other people, Ning Wangshu had done nothing at all—just glanced at that old woman.

But the moment the old woman's gaze met Ning Wangshu's eyes, she jolted violently!

Immediately after, an expression of utter terror spread across her face. Her complexion went shua—instantly deathly pale—and her whole body trembled uncontrollably, like a sieve...

Because the instant she touched Ning Wangshu's gaze, she was plunged directly into the illusion he had crafted for her.

In the illusion, Ning Wangshu had transformed into a demon. His entire body radiated an icy aura, and with a vicious grin, he clamped his hand around her throat, hoisted her into the air, and began savagely slapping her back and forth across the face!

Between snarls, he sneered: "One million, huh? Don't worry—once I beat you to death, you old beast, I'll burn a hundred trillion hell notes for you. You'll never run out down there, hehe..."

And all around, countless Malevolent Ghosts seemed to writhe and claw the air, circling the old woman with relentless, sinister laughter...

Though it was an illusion, the sensation was utterly real to the old woman. She truly felt she was about to die. Those "Malevolent Ghosts" in particular made her heart tremble and her soul flee her body!

So much so that a look of desperate pleading appeared on her face. She shook her head wildly, sobbing and begging: "No more, I don't want it anymore! Please, spare me! I was wrong..."

Ning Wangshu directly used his spiritual power to seal off the space around the old woman.

Thus, the other people could only vaguely see her lips moving, but they couldn't make out what she was saying.

Seeing the old woman scared out of her wits, Ning Wangshu felt a surge of satisfaction, as if he had vented a mouthful of foul air.

"Can't scare you to death, you old thing? Hmph!"

Ning Wangshu gave a cold snort and finally withdrew the illusion.

Though the illusion vanished, the old woman was still immersed in that terrifying scene. She kept trembling and shivering, her eyes filled with panic.

Her lips moved absently as she muttered: "No more... I don't want your money... don't kill me... I was wrong..."

Seeing this, Ning Wangshu nodded in satisfaction. His gaze then fell on the middle-aged woman.

He applied the same method.

The moment the middle-aged woman met Ning Wangshu's eyes, she was so frightened that she dropped to the ground with a thump, landing flat on her rear. Her reaction was no different from the old woman's.

After teaching these two shrews a lesson, Ning Wangshu gave a light snort and turned to leave...

At this point, the other people around were all baffled.

They simply couldn't understand—what was going on? The old woman and the middle-aged woman had only been glanced at by Ning Wangshu, and suddenly they looked as if their souls had fled their bodies, faces pale, eyes vacant and lifeless, filled with terror.

Still, though they didn't understand, the onlookers didn't pay it much mind.

Seeing that Ning Wangshu had already left and there was no more excitement to watch, the crowd gradually dispersed...