"This? Just a little experience I picked up while traveling."
"Huh?"
"When I first came down the mountain, I had no experience and was often taken for a fat sheep by roadside robbers. After a while, I discovered that if we showed a little gold and silver, cultivator bandits would think we were dirt poor, with nothing worth taking." After all, a cultivator so poor he had to exchange Spirit Stones for gold and silver was a rare sight.
Everyone: ... You disciples of major sects really knew how to play poor. No wonder they so rarely ran into major-sect disciples out in the world. Every last one of them was better at pretending than the next.
Xue Qingmu was stunned by this simple explanation. "But now that you've said it, won't everyone know? From now on, those villains might specifically target cultivators who show gold and silver."
"They won't, because—"
Before Wen Xu could finish, a commotion sounded outside. A chill wind swept through, snuffing out the candles in the room. He had a Wind Spiritual Root, and even with his spiritual power sealed, his sensitivity to the wind remained. That gust just now—
"Senior Brother Wen, help!"
Something closed in fast, but Wen Xu sensed no living presence. He instinctively drew his sword to block. Metal clashed against metal with a teeth-grating screech, and in the burst of sparks, he saw a face with blue skin and jutting fangs.
The face was terrifying, yet to Wen Xu, it looked perfectly ordinary.
What caught his attention more was that this blue-faced, fanged creature was bald and made entirely of lumps of metal. Could this be the "Ghost Master" the waiter had mentioned?
This secret realm is getting more and more interesting, Wen Xu thought.
Chapter 295: Two Sides
Fear