I Wasn't Scared By Anything

"My thirteen Low-grade Spirit Stones!"

Deep in the night, in a small stone house on the west side of Lingyue City, cries of agony could be heard.

This simple stone house had no decent furnishings. Instead, several paintings of palace beauties hung on the wall by the bed. All the paintings depicted the same maiden, with a high bosom and astonishingly beautiful features. Most importantly, her skin was as white as snow, like congealed fat. The craftsmanship of these beauty paintings was extremely high. The painted beautiful maiden was lifelike, her eyes seemed to flow, as if she were about to step out of the paper. Moreover, they emitted a faint glow, making them appear quite valuable. However, in the paintings of the beautiful maiden, the area around her chest was slightly grayish, looking as if it had been stained.

Inside the stone house, the fellow dressed in coarse blue cloth, who looked quite decent, was wailing as if his mother had died. This was Wei Suo, who had recently defeated two Stone-tailed Wall Lizards in the Yellow Sand Gorge of Yellow Dragon Mountain.

The reason for his wailing was that today, at the free market on the east side of the city, while selling a common white mink cub with black stripes he had drawn on it as a Black Wind Mink cub, he saw a guy dressed in the most unfashionable clothes, looking as honest as could be, selling a black jade jar.

This black jade jar was shiny and dark all over. Within the dark sheen, there were hidden mysteries, with many tiny, profound ancient runes resembling ants. At first glance, it looked like a powerful Magic Treasure.

After a round of bargaining, Wei Suo bought the jade jar for thirteen Low-grade Spirit Stones. On the way back, Wei Suo was ecstatic because even a low-level Spirit-grade Magic Treasure would surely be worth far more than thirteen Low-grade Spirit Stones. However, Wei Suo got caught in the rain on his way back. When he got home and took it out of his embrace, the black jade jar had turned into a gray ceramic jar. The outer layer of the jar had dissolved, as if it were just some kind of tree sap.

Even if it was fake, they could have at least used a real jade jar. To just smear something on a ceramic jar and have it wash off in the rain was too much of a rip-off! At least the juice he used to draw black stripes on the common white mink was from indelible Balsam sap.

What Wei Suo found most unacceptable was that the ceramic jar had two cracks inside. Once the outer layer dissolved, these two cracks were exposed.

The incomprehensible runes on the ceramic jar were not fake. But even if this thing was truly a Magic Treasure, with two cracks, it should be useless. Anyway, Wei Suo had already tried it. He had infused it with his true qi, submerged it in water, and burned it with fire... he had tried every method (he was only missing the part where he took out his little brother and peed into it), but this broken thing showed no reaction at all.

Wei Suo was not like that prodigal beauty from Yellow Sand Gorge. For a rogue cultivator like him, thirteen Low-grade Spirit Stones was a fortune. The two Stone-tailed Wall Lizards he had fought to the death and defeated, because one of them was so badly damaged that not much of it was intact, only sold for eight Low-grade Spirit Stones combined.

People these days were as cunning as ghosts. Spirit Stones were already hard to earn, and after earning them, one had to use them for oneself.

Although Wei Suo's cultivation was only at the second level of the Sea of Consciousness Realm, if he were to absorb the spiritual energy from Spirit Stones to cultivate without restraint, he would need at least six or seven Low-grade Spirit Stones' worth of spiritual energy per day. However, Wei Suo now only dared to use one or two Low-grade Spirit Stones per day at most. His cultivation had always been in a state of extreme lack and thirst for Spirit Stones. But even so, after two or three months, he would usually only have a little over ten Low-grade Spirit Stones left.

These ten-odd Low-grade Spirit Stones could not be used for cultivation; they had to be saved as capital for some transactions, in case of any unexpected needs.

But now, Wei Suo had been directly cheated out of thirteen Low-grade Spirit Stones. How could Wei Suo not feel the pain?

"My thirteen Low-grade Spirit Stones!"

The more Wei Suo thought about it, the more he felt like crying, but no tears would come out. He casually threw the broken jar, which he had exchanged for thirteen Low-grade Spirit Stones, onto the ground.

After smashing this broken jar to pieces, Wei Suo would have definitely stomped on it seventeen or eighteen times to relieve his depression, which made him want to bang his head against a wall.

"What's going on?" But what made Wei Suo a bit dumbfounded was that with a thud, the broken jar, which looked like it could be shattered into seventy or eighty pieces with just a casual toss, didn't break when he threw it on the ground. It only seemed to have gained another crack, and a green light actually flashed from this broken jar.

"Quick, quick, give me blood to drink."

"Ghost!"

A piercing scream exploded in the stone house. Wei Suo jumped onto the stone bed.

The green light actually coalesced into a three-inch-tall Green Robe Old Man with a messy mop of hair and a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks, smacking his lips as he looked at Wei Suo.

"Quick, quick, bring some blood for me to drink." Seeing Wei Suo jumping on the bed, shivering like he had the ague, the Green Robe Old Man, floating ethereally above the broken jar, was very disdainful and yelled fiercely, "What ghost are you talking about? You can't even distinguish between a ghost and an artifact spirit, and you're yelling 'ghost, ghost'."

"Ar-artifact spirit? Esteemed artifact spirit, for the past two years, I've liked going to Willow Lane. You know what Willow Lane is, right? It's a brothel. So I caught a minor illness, and my blood probably doesn't taste very good..."

"Who wants to drink your blood? Go get me some Fire Earth Dragon blood. But looking at your foolish appearance, if you don't have Fire Earth Dragon blood, Fire Scorpion blood will suffice," the Green Robe Old Man cursed impatiently.

"Esteemed artifact spirit, you don't want my blood?" Wei Suo lowered the quilt he was using to cover his head. "Can I ask you a question?"

"What question?"

"Can you cast spells? I know a place with a lot of Fire Earth Dragons. I'll take you there to kill them, and you can drink to your heart's content."

"If I could, would I be babbling so much nonsense with you? I'd rather beat you up and go find it myself."

"You can't possess me or anything?"

"Nonsense! I'm just an artifact spirit that can only help the master control the Ghost Nurturing Jar. Now that the Ghost Nurturing Jar is broken, what else can I do?... Hey, hey, what are you doing?" the Green Robe Old Man suddenly screamed.

Wei Suo jumped off the bed and unbuckled his belt...

Hiss hiss hiss, Wei Suo whistled as he walked towards the stunned Green Robe Old Man and peed a stream of urine. He slowly buckled his belt. "Since you can't do anything, why are you still acting so arrogant? There's no Fire Earth Dragon blood, but there's plenty of urine."

"I..." The Green Robe Old Man stared blankly for a long time before exclaiming in disbelief, "You actually dared to pee on me? You actually dared to pee on me?"

"What? Can you bite me? Come on, bite me!"

"I... do you know how powerful I am? If others saw me, they'd be begging me with tears in their eyes. You actually dared to pee on me?"

"Bullshit! You can't even cast a spell, the bird jar you control is broken, you can't do anything, and you're trying to scare me? Am I someone who's scared easily? Why don't you go ask around? I dared to sneak a peek at beauties bathing when I was thirteen." Wei Suo rolled his eyes disdainfully. He could tell that the old man couldn't even leave the area above the broken jar.