That was right. The so-called spirit beasts in the Beast-Taming Pavilion were clearly members of the Demon Race, though most had degenerated bloodlines.
Seeing Cheng Yu approach, a middle-aged man came over, rubbing his hands together as he asked with a beaming smile,
"I'm the proprietor of this county town's Beast-Taming Pavilion. What sort of mount are you looking for, sir? We have..."
Pressed for time, Cheng Yu cut him off.
"No need to explain. Just give me the cheapest one."
The usual novel cliché of a shopkeeper looking down on a customer never happened. That made sense, really. Business was about making money through good relations, and even a mosquito's leg had a little meat on it. Only an idiot would offend a customer.
The middle-aged man's smile never faltered as he said politely,
"Certainly! I'll bring out the cheapest mount in our little shop right away."
When Cheng Yu saw that the demon he led out looked like a water buffalo, he paid without hesitation and left, not bothering to hear the proprietor's explanation of why it was the cheapest. The proprietor even threw in a Spirit Beast Bag and some spirit beast feed.
Cheng Yu: Now that's someone who knows how to do business!
There hadn't been many Origin Stones in the Demon Monster's cave, and after his shopping spree, Cheng Yu had little money left. He did still have a few good things he had scavenged from the cave, but he wasn't in urgent need of money now. He figured he could sell them once he reached a big city.
After putting the water buffalo into the Spirit Beast Bag, Cheng Yu quickened his pace toward the town gates while trying to keep as low a profile as possible.
That inspector sounded like someone important. Ji