Ning Rongrong: Good Stuff! I'm Buying It All!

"I'll go draw it right now."

Tang San put the scroll recording his mother's affairs into his Soul Tool, then turned and headed toward the dormitory to begin copying the Immortal Herb Illustrated Catalog.

He sneered inwardly.

Want the Immortal Herb Illustrated Catalog? Then I will draw it for you.

As for whether you would suffer a deviation in cultivation after taking the immortal herbs according to the records above, that was no longer something he had to worry about.

Lu Chuan did not pay attention to Tang San.

He hauled a set of tables and chairs out of the System Space of his own accord, placed them on the ground, and sat down to leisurely drink fruit juice.

Flender and his group stood in place, none of them daring to speak casually, and could only look at Lu Chuan with lingering anxiety, completely unable to guess what else he wanted to do.

Yet Ning Rongrong walked up to Lu Chuan like she was right at home, a sweet smile blooming on her face as if she were a gentle and sweet little girl.

Had they not known in advance that she was a little demoness, they might really have been taken in by her.

"Hello, my name is Ning Rongrong, and I'm from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

"Lu Chuan, an invincible merchant."

Ning Rongrong blinked. Putting forward her status as a member of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was originally meant to probe the other party's attitude.

Yet judging by the other party's appearance, he didn't take the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to heart at all, and didn't even offer her a stool.

She immediately turned around, pointed at Oscar, and said:

"You, go get me a stool!"

"Ah! Coming!"

Oscar ran back without stopping for breath, and in a short while brought over a stool, even considerately wiping it clean with his sleeve.

Ning Rongrong naturally pulled the stool over and sat down beside the table.

Holding his fruit juice, Lu Chuan watched this scene with relish without speaking.

"Big Brother Lu Chuan, since you're a merchant, what do you sell? I can patronize your business, you know."

Ning Rongrong wore a confident expression. The last thing the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect lacked was money. If she could win someone's favor using only money, it was undoubtedly a profit.

Lu Chuan raised an eyebrow, producing a few Yellow Tier Dou Techniques from his hand.

"Do you want to fight like other Soul Masters? Do you want to break through the rule that auxiliary-type Soul Masters cannot attack and step onto the peak of your life from now on?! Self-Created Soul Skill, you deserve to have it! The Crown Prince says it's good after using it!"

"The Crown Prince? He bought some too?!"

"Of course, he sold a 50,000-plus-year spirit bone for them."

Ning Rongrong had been somewhat skeptical at first, but if even Crown Prince Senior Brother bought them, then it certainly had to be true.

Yet she was still somewhat shocked. A 50,000-plus-year spirit bone, oh! Even placed within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, that was not a small resource.

Following that, Lu Chuan explained the classification criteria for Dou Techniques and Cultivation Methods one by one, along with the prices required at the Exchange.

Who would have thought that the more Ning Rongrong listened, the more distressed she would become.

Although the price for a single volume was not high—even a high Yellow Tier Self-Created Soul Skill only cost the equivalent of a spirit bone with 800 years of age plus 1,000 gold coins—

This could only allow a single person to learn it!!

It simply could not be passed down as a heritage.

A profiteer!!

Yet she wanted one so badly; this kind of offensive Self-Created Soul Skill was far too important for their auxiliary-type positions!

"Big Brother Lu Chuan, I don't have any spirit bones on me right now. Can I wait until I write a letter back and have the sect send the items over before we trade?"

Ning Rongrong spoke up.

"You can. You can sign the contract first."

"No problem!"

Having received a definite reply, a golden contract materialized out of thin air before her, and she excitedly pressed her small hand onto it.

The light of the contract flashed and then vanished.

"Then where should I look for you afterward?"

"The Crown Prince's Residence," Lu Chuan replied calmly.

Ning Rongrong nodded and committed it to memory. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Crown Prince already had frequent dealings, so the Crown Prince's Residence was not a difficult place for her to visit.

Lu Chuan then began to pitch the Foundation Establishment Spiritual Liquid and cultivation methods to her.

Item after item was placed onto the tabletop, drawing wave after wave of exclamations from Ning Rongrong and making her eyes light up.

If Crown Prince Senior Brother bought them long-term, then they definitely had to be good things!

Without batting an eye, she went on a crazy buying spree!

Contract after contract materialized in succession, and Ning Rongrong's small hand pressed down upon them time and time again.

This made the surrounding Shrek crowd watch with burning envy, especially Oscar, who was likewise an auxiliary-type Soul Master.

Yet he could only look on with envy; the price of every single treasure on the table was something he could not afford.

Right at that moment, Tang San walked over quickly, carrying a large stack of papers.

He thrust the papers in his hand forward, his expression revealing little emotion.

"Here, this is the Immortal Herb Illustrated Catalog you wanted."

Lu Chuan had just picked up a page to inspect it.

Suddenly, Tang San collapsed to the ground as if suffering a seizure, his whole body convulsing and foam bubbling from his mouth. His bones felt as though they were being shattered, and his meridians as though they were truly being torn apart, only to be reassembled, and then torn apart again in an endless, repeating cycle.

"Ugh, ah!!"

A heart-rending, agonizing roar echoed throughout the entire academy entrance.

Ning Rongrong jumped in fright, staring at Tang San with a face full of terror.

"What's wrong with him? Why did he have a sudden fit out of nowhere?!"

"Because the Immortal Herb Illustrated Catalog he gave me is fake. Since he signed the contract, he must fulfill the contents of the trade.

Exceeding the time limit, or providing things that are fake or damaged, will result in a backlash.

Of course, this contract is bidirectional, and I must also trade in accordance with the contract."

Lu Chuan glanced at Tang San, purposely speaking the last sentence aloud, and then put down the sheet of paper in his hand.

Little Scumbag, oh Little Scumbag, could you at least put on an act? The very first page you gave me was a fake...

As for the modified information regarding Ah Yin that he handed out, although it was also fake—

Well, who told the Little Scumbag not to read the contents of the contract?

Ning Rongrong swallowed hard, not expecting the contract to possess this kind of ability.

And she had signed so many...

She shuddered and immediately produced paper and pen to begin writing a letter to her father, terrified that she might also suffer this kind of torment.

After a long while, Tang San finally stopped.

His entire set of clothes was soaked through with cold sweat. He lay sprawled face-down on the ground, his two legs occasionally kicking out uncontrollably as he dragged in huge gasps of breath.

His complexion was as pale as paper, and the look he cast toward Lu Chuan harbored intense dread.

"I... I was wrong... I'll modify it right now..."

Trembling, Tang San picked himself up, took up the pen, and began making revisions.

Lu Chuan's eyelid twitched. Good grief, there wasn't a single genuine page in this entire lot!

Fortunately, there were restrictions from the contract, otherwise this kid would have really succeeded in pulling a fast one on him.

Only after the system judged it acceptable did Lu Chuan save it away with satisfaction.

"Old Deng, let's go."

He put away the tables, chairs, and tea set, and vanished into the horizon alongside Dugu Bo.

Only when Lu Chuan and Dugu Bo had completely gone far away did the Shrek group finally let out a sigh of relief, their tense bodies slowly relaxing.

The rest of them secretly rejoiced in their hearts, glad that this person was still somewhat reasonable and had not brought disaster upon bystanders.

Oscar and Ma Hongjun hurried forward, hoisted the unconscious Dai Mubai between them, and ran quickly back toward the dormitory.

The remaining people had no desire to continue staying here either, dispersing one after another.

Returning to the dormitory, Tang San shut the door behind him with a reverse motion.

He slowly drew out the scroll he had paid such a heavy price to exchange for and spread it flat across the tabletop.

Reading line by line, word by word, Tang San's pupils shrank violently.

"No... This is impossible! How could Father..."

He muttered in a low voice, his fingers gripping the corners of the scroll so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

A myriad of information battered his mind, and with all kinds of facts laid out before his eyes, Tang San found it difficult to accept for a moment.

He desperately wanted to declare this fake, but he could not ignore the restrictions of that contract.

That person had never even seen the Immortal Herb Illustrated Catalog, yet the contract had been able to determine that he was manufacturing forgeries.

According to the bidirectional nature of the contract, he had to abide by it as well, and shouldn't he have used genuine information to deceive me in return?!