The Unknown Hairpin

"Young Master Feng, our Treasure Pavilion has no shortage of fine goods. I just don't know what might catch your discerning eye."

Before long, a portly middle-aged man walked over. He signaled for his subordinates to busy themselves elsewhere before leading Feng Baiyu deeper into the shop.

This portly man was named Wang Cheng, and he was a direct descendant of Qianjun Douluo. He led the other man around with an obsequious expression, fawning, "Young Master Feng, take whatever you fancy today; consider it a gift from me."

"That wouldn't be right." Feng Baiyu shook his head and said, "Let's stick to a normal transaction."

"Young Master Feng," Wang Cheng whispered, "to be honest, you are a benefactor to my family."

Wang Cheng's youngest son had been one of the beneficiaries of the whale glue some time ago. That brilliant, thousand-year second spirit ability had moved him, as a father, to tears of joy.

Now that his benefactor had arrived, Wang Cheng would have gladly kowtowed to him. Never mind waiving the bill for today—he would have accepted even more excessive demands.

"Business must be conducted like a business," Feng Baiyu refused. "I heard this Treasure Pavilion has VIP discounts? Just give me a discount card."

Wang Cheng still wanted to waive the cost, but seeing the other man's resolve, he had no choice but to agree.

He produced a red VIP card and handed it over respectfully, saying, "Young Master Feng, this is our Treasure Pavilion's top-tier VIP card. It grants a fifty percent discount on all purchases. Please, do me the honor of accepting it."

Feng Baiyu did not refuse this time. After taking the VIP card, he handed it to Shui Duanliu: "Steward Shui, keep the items safe. If you see anything you like later, buy it as well."

"Yes, Young Master."

Shui Duanliu put the items away. As for seeing anything he liked here... he felt that was unlikely.

Wang Cheng led the way, introducing one item after another to Feng Baiyu. Soon, he picked up a bracelet and said, "Young Master Feng, this is a storage spirit tool with thirty cubic meters of space..."

"Young Master Feng, this is a dagger brought over from Gengjin City..."

"Young Master Feng, this is a specialty of the Starfall Empire..."

Wang Cheng introduced them one by one, but Feng Baiyu only glanced at them before losing interest.

His [Fire Phoenix True Sight] was active; nothing of true value could be hidden from his eyes.

It had to be said that the items in this "Treasure Pavilion" lived up to its name. It was just that Feng Baiyu's standards were too high; he simply couldn't look twice at these things.

Suddenly, Feng Baiyu spotted a jade-green metal hairpin.

"Young Master Feng likes this?" Although Wang Cheng was a bit puzzled, he picked it up: "Young Master Feng, this is just a hairpin sold by a down-and-out noble. I can't tell what material it is, but I hung it here simply because the craftsmanship is decent."

"I also feel the craftsmanship is good." Feng Baiyu nodded slightly and said, "Steward Shui, pay for it."

"This thing isn't worth much." Wang Cheng wanted to give it away for free, but seeing their attitude, he finally said, "Just give me thirty gold soul coins."

Steward Shui paid the thirty gold soul coins directly and continued to stroll along with Feng Baiyu.

At the very end, Feng Baiyu saw a spirit bone for sale.

It was a left leg bone from a two-thousand-year-old Soft Bone Rabbit, carrying a [Leap] skill. As for the effect, well, it just made you jump higher...

Trash among trash, completely devoid of value.

"Nothing good here, sigh." Feng Baiyu let out a sigh and turned to walk outside.

The items here weren't exactly poor, but since he had a grandfather who was a 97th-level Title Douluo, very little caught his eye.

"It is our dereliction of duty that we couldn't find anything to suit Young Master Feng." Hearing Feng Baiyu's words, Wang Cheng's face showed a hint of shame. He spoke up, "I wonder what Young Master Feng likes? In the future, I will do my best to scour for them for you."

"My cultivation environment only has a [Green Maple Phoenix Tree], which seems too monotonous." Feng Baiyu said casually, "Get me some rare flowers and exotic herbs! Any plants that look unfamiliar or extraordinary—as long as you get them, send them to my manor."

"Yes, I understand." Wang Cheng quickly agreed. This wasn't a difficult task for him; as long as he searched diligently, he would certainly be able to acquire quite a few.

Feng Baiyu nodded slightly and led Shui Duanliu toward the exit.

Just as they stepped out of the "Treasure Pavilion," a black shadow appeared before them. The shadow's raspy voice whispered, "Young Master Feng, Her Majesty the Pope requests your presence."

"Ghost Douluo?" Feng Baiyu recognized the man's identity and nodded slightly: "Lead the way."

"Young Master!" Fearing danger, Shui Duanliu called out to his master, hoping he wouldn't follow.

"It's fine." Feng Baiyu waved his hand and said, "The Pope Palace isn't a den of tigers or a nest of wolves. Can Her Majesty the Pope eat me?"

Feng Baiyu dismissed his steward and signaled for Ghost Douluo to lead the way.

Shui Duanliu was, after all, an old man who had watched Feng Baiyu grow up. Just by looking at the young master's gesture, he knew this was an order to call for reinforcements!

With the head of the house away, the only people Shui Duanliu could turn to were the other elders.

He didn't look far for help, turning straight back into the Treasure Pavilion to find Wang Cheng: "Brother Wang, please help me introduce the two elders, Qianjun and Jiangmo. My young master has been taken away by Ghost Douluo!"

"What!" Upon hearing Shui Duanliu's words, Wang Cheng immediately realized the gravity of the situation.

He didn't waste words, grabbing Shui Duanliu and heading out.

Before long, Feng Baiyu saw the most noble woman in Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong.

Feng Baiyu had seen Bibi Dong before and knew she was a sexy yet powerful, unhinged beauty.

However, he had only watched from afar previously. Now that they were separated by only thirty meters, Feng Baiyu found her presence truly overwhelming.

The moment Feng Baiyu saw Bibi Dong, he didn't dare use his [Fire Phoenix True Sight] to observe her. Even so, he could still sense a faint, evil aura.

The power of the Rakshasa Deity? Feng Baiyu didn't know if she could sense his condition, but he had already discovered her problem.

"You are the third elder's grandson, Feng Baiyu?" Just then, Bibi Dong's voice drifted over: "I heard that you awakened an external spirit?"

"Hmm?" Feng Baiyu had expected the other party to ask directly about the whale glue, not show interest in what kind of martial soul he had awakened.

Could it be that just because Yu Xiaogang had awakened a unique external martial soul, he wouldn't allow anyone else to possess one?

Feng Baiyu did not know the madman's thoughts; he simply nodded and said, "In reply to Your Holiness the Pope, I have indeed awakened an external martial soul."

Upon hearing this answer, Bibi Dong spoke up, "Release it and let me see."

"Yes." Feng Baiyu did not refuse and immediately released Little Black.

"Woof! Woof!"

After appearing, Little Black let out a cry, then walked straight toward Feng Baiyu and came to rest at his feet.