Buying Monster Beasts

Zhang Lingyun had thought that after he mocked Qin Shaofeng like that, he would at least provoke him a little.

But he was wrong.

"Steward Fang, I didn't come here for anything in particular today. I just wanted to look at some low-level monster beasts. If I find any I like, I'll take a few home to play with!"

Ignored!

Completely and utterly ignored!

Qin Shaofeng acted as though he hadn't heard Zhang Lingyun at all, and began chatting with Steward Fang with a smile.

"Qin Shaofeng, you..."

Qin Shaofeng's attitude infuriated Zhang Lingyun once again. His expression darkened, and he could barely stop himself from charging straight at Qin Shaofeng.

But when he saw Steward Fang, he immediately remembered where he was. Even his father wouldn't dare offend this place!

A cold sweat broke out, and Zhang Lingyun quickly forced down his anger.

But the glare he turned on Qin Shaofeng grew even more furious.

As for Qin Shaofeng, he continued to act as if Zhang Lingyun didn't exist, smiling at Steward Fang.

This young master of the Qin Family didn't seem at all like the desperate wreck the rumors described, with his cultivation crippled and his dantian shattered!

Qin Shaofeng's behavior earned a note of admiration from Steward Fang. He then smiled and said, "Oh, I see. Well, what a coincidence. Our Beast Arena just received a fine batch of low-level monster beasts. I'll take Young Master Qin to have a look."

Of course, Steward Fang didn't forget Zhang Lingyun. Though he looked down on him, he still smiled at Zhang Lingyun in the spirit of doing business.

"If Second Young Master Zhang is interested, why not take a look as well?"

Zhang Lingyun glared angrily at Qin Shaofeng, thought it over, then nodded to Steward Fang. "All right. I'll trouble you, Steward Fang."

Following Steward Fang, Qin Shaofeng and Zhang Lingyun made their way to the Beast Arena's rear courtyard.

Ordinary people weren't allowed into the rear courtyard. This wasn't where the beasts fought; it was where the low-level monster beasts were kept, and only staff could enter.

But given Qin Shaofeng and Zhang Lingyun's status, Steward Fang didn't make an issue of it.

Just as Steward Fang had said, the Beast Arena had recently received a new batch of low-level monster beasts.

The beasts in the cages throughout the courtyard were wild and savage. At a glance, it was clear they were fresh arrivals that had never fought in the arena.

But they weren't what Qin Shaofeng was looking for.

Normally, low-level monster beasts admitted to the arena had far greater combat strength than the chickens and ducks in Qin Manor.

Although the Giant Turkey and Domesticated Porcupine were both low-level monster beasts—the system classified them that way, too—

Qin Shaofeng knew that even at the same level, any beast here could slaughter every last chicken and duck in Qin Manor.

So these low-level monster beasts were bound to be expensive.

Ah, this is bad. I don't have much in Gold Notes. I can't afford many of them.

Qin Shaofeng was in a bind. He'd only brought a little over a thousand Gold Notes, enough to buy at most two or three low-level monster beasts.

In this world, wealth was measured in gold and silver.

One tael of gold was worth ten taels of silver. A thousand taels of gold in Gold Notes was actually quite a lot.

After all, an ordinary family could get by on just ten taels of silver a month.

"Have you two young masters taken a fancy to any of the beasts? I can give you a discount!" Steward Fang offered.

Though he spoke of a discount, the look he gave Qin Shaofeng and Zhang Lingyun was practically the look of a man who'd spotted two fat sheep.

He could tell there was friction between Qin Shaofeng and Zhang Lingyun, and the more tense things got, the better for him.

After all, conflict meant competition!

And with competition, he could make a fortune!

Too bad for Steward Fang. If he'd known Qin Shaofeng had only a little over a thousand Gold Notes, he might not have been so optimistic.

Seeing how enthusiastic Steward Fang was, Qin Shaofeng gave a wry smile inwardly and began hesitantly, "Well, actually, I..."

But before Qin Shaofeng could say another word, Zhang Lingyun sneered from beside him. "Our Eldest Young Master Qin certainly won't disappoint Steward Fang. With his current hobby, I expect you'll make a fortune!"