Seeing Tang Yu's hearty smile, the old man wondered for a moment if he had misheard.
Someone with such a cheerful smile should have found it difficult to say something so beastly.
"Fellow Daoist, you really like joking around."
The old man smiled calmly and gestured. "Just cut off a little bit. I only want to taste it. I don't lack cultivation pills."
Cultivators who had made it here and reached the Tribulation Transcendence stage had no idea how many years they had spent in this cursed place. They certainly would not be short on cultivation resources.
Over time, they would always manage to accumulate a considerable fortune.
"You had it cut, and if neither you nor anyone else buys it, won't my pastry be left unsold?"
Tang Yu's face darkened. "You have to buy it today, whether you want to or not."
"Are you trying to extort me, Fellow Daoist?"
The old man's expression sank, his cloudy old eyes brimming with killing intent as he looked at Tang Yu.
Defeating the Black Mamba Clan's boss did not mean Tang Yu was his match!
"Pay up. If you don't have money, go work over there for me. You can pay with labor too."
Tang Yu pointed toward his spirit herb garden. With another Tribulation Transcendence cultivator helping out, the work over there would become much more efficient.
"You're courting death!"
The old man flew into a rage, transforming into a streak of fire and slamming into Tang Yu like a blazing meteor erupting from the earth, sending him hurtling into the sky.
The two Tribulation Transcendence cultivators began fighting without another word, drawing another crowd of spectators from the city.
The members of the Black Mamba Clan working in the spirit herb garden stopped what they were doing and looked