"One price, fifty Profound Stones, not one less! This treasure was dug out of an Imperial Tomb. Don't let the rust fool you—Nine Heavens Venerable's blood stained it. Once its power erupts, even a mountain spanning ten miles will collapse."
"Come back! Let's talk some more—forty Profound Stones! I'll tell you about the ancient bowl's details. The patterns carved on it were personally drawn by the Daoist sect's ancient sages. You don't believe me? Feel it yourself."
Yue Mingsong tightly grabbed the woman's hand and haggled without end. In the end, he sold the rusty iron bowl for thirty Profound Stones.
He put away the Profound Stones, pulled his straw hat lower over his head, and sighed. "Damn it, business is getting harder and harder!"
"Yue Mingsong! Long time no see," Ning Xiaochuan said.
"You've got the wrong person! I'm not Yue Mingsong."
The moment Yue Mingsong heard someone call his name, his legs trembled. Like a startled rabbit, he rolled up the straw mat on the ground, slung it over his back, and took off running.
But after running some distance, he suddenly realized that the voice sounded familiar. It did not seem to belong to either of the two people pursuing him.
"Damn! So it was you. You scared me so badly I nearly jumped out of my skin. I thought those two Killing Stars had caught up." Yue Mingsong shot Ning Xiaochuan a glare and spat fiercely onto the ground.
Ning Xiaochuan slowly walked over and smiled. "Business is pretty good, huh? You actually managed to sell scrap metal."
"Get lost. The key to business isn't how good the goods are, but the perfect display of personal charm. When a man's charm is powerful enough, he isn't selling merchandise—he's selling sunshine and handsomeness, making young girls lose