Sell Little Spider?

Grrr...

Bibi Dong clutched her stomach and followed cautiously behind Qian Xunling, who swaggered along with his hands behind his head. They were on a reasonably well-maintained concrete road.

The road was gloomy on all sides, and crops half as tall as a person grew around it. They looked inexplicably creepy, enough to make one wonder if wild beasts were hiding inside.

Trailing behind Qian Xunling, Bibi Dong asked in a furtive whisper, "Martial Uncle, how much farther do we have to go?"

"I don't know," Qian Xunling replied. "I don't know where this road leads either. This was my first time using my First Soul Skill, so I can't be sure exactly where we were teleported."

"Maybe we were even teleported to hell," Qian Xunling said, turning his face to frighten her. Terror appeared on Bibi Dong's little face, and she hurried up behind him, wishing she could press herself against him. "Martial Uncle, please don't scare Dong'er. Let's get out of here quickly."

There really were a few little creatures hiding among the crops.

Qian Xunling casually released a little of his presence and drove them away.

The two walked along the road for who knew how long.

Only when they saw the dark outline of a city did they realize dawn was approaching. Bibi Dong, whose stomach was nearly flat with hunger, pointed at it joyfully. "Martial Uncle, Martial Uncle, there's a city ahead."

"I'm not blind. I see it," Qian Xunling replied.

Bibi Dong clenched her little fists and looked at Qian Xunling with delight. "Martial Uncle, once we get into the city, let's eat something first."

"Sure." Qian Xunling rubbed his belly and smiled. "I was just thinking I wanted something to eat too."

"But before that, I need to change my appearance." Qian Xunling used a little of the attributes in his Soul Ring to turn his hair and eyes black. Bibi Dong asked in confusion, "Martial Uncle, why do you need to change your appearance?"

"You wouldn't understand even if I told you." Qian Xunling couldn't be bothered with her.

Bibi Dong pouted and followed Qian Xunling.

The city guards saw that the two had extraordinary appearances and wore clothes made from expensive fabric, so they let them in without asking anything. As soon as they entered, Bibi Dong was drawn to a breakfast stall with clouds of steam rising from it.

"Martial Uncle, Martial Uncle," Bibi Dong said, pointing.

Qian Xunling nodded, and the two walked over.

Seeing that the two were different from the others, the stall owner became much more amiable and asked what they wanted. Bibi Dong smiled and pointed to some buns and the like.

The owner quickly wrapped the food in oiled paper, but instead of handing it to Bibi Dong, he looked at Qian Xunling.

Qian Xunling looked at Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong looked back at Qian Xunling in confusion.

A moment later, the owner chuckled. "That'll be five copper coins in total, customers."

Bibi Dong repeated, "Martial Uncle, five copper coins."

But Qian Xunling asked, "Don't you have any money?"

Bibi Dong said a little awkwardly, "Martial Uncle, I don't have any money."

That was a little awkward. He didn't have any money either.

He had been imprisoned in Spirit City since childhood. Why would he carry money on him? He hadn't even brought a Storage Soul Tool.

Qian Xunling scolded her, "You're my elder brother's disciple. How can you not have any money? What kind of behavior is this?!"

This time, Bibi Dong was completely at a loss. Qian Xunling glanced at the breakfast stall owner, who was watching him, and waved his hand. "We don't want it anymore."

With that, Qian Xunling greased the soles of his feet and hurried away.

The other people in line watched the two with smiles. Bibi Dong's little face flushed red with embarrassment, and she lowered her head as she chased after Qian Xunling. The stall owner clicked his tongue and complained, "Dressed up like respectable people, but you should've said earlier if you had no money."

The two only stopped when they reached a deserted spot.

Qian Xunling glanced at Bibi Dong. "What use are you to me?"

"I... I'm sorry, Martial Uncle." Bibi Dong lowered her head and apologized, but turned her little mouth aside and grumbled under her breath. Qian Xunling spoke up. "Hey, I heard that."

"Sorry, sorry, Martial Uncle." Bibi Dong lowered her head even further, but her stomach began to rumble again, even louder this time. Her little face was full of grievance. "Martial Uncle, Dong'er is so hungry."

"Stop calling out. I'm hungry too." Qian Xunling rubbed his chin as he considered what to do, muttering, "What way is there to make a lot of money quickly?"

Thinking of all his abilities, he was sure he could make money quickly.

Just then, Bibi Dong raised her head. "Martial Uncle, Dong'er heard that you can earn money by taking part in fights at the Soul Fighting Arena. Martial Uncle, you're so strong, you can definitely make money quickly."

"No, I hate squandering my fighting strength to earn money," Qian Xunling immediately retorted. "Besides, it costs money to register for Soul Fighting. We don't have a single coin right now, so we can't register. We can't just go rob someone, can we?"

"Dong'er doesn't want Martial Uncle to rob anyone. That's bad." Hearing this, Bibi Dong immediately shook her head. After bearing with it for a moment, she added, "Dong'er's stomach can hold out a little longer. There's no need to rush to eat."

"But I want to eat," Qian Xunling said, looking at her. Bibi Dong, however, wore a serious expression. "That's wrong, Martial Uncle."

"All right, all right, all right." No matter what, he was her martial uncle, and she was still a child. He couldn't lead her astray. Qian Xunling looked at Bibi Dong's delicate little appearance and recalled that she had indeed been quite pretty in the original story. What if he sold her?

The corners of Qian Xunling's mouth rose slightly.

The moment she saw her martial uncle like that, fear filled Bibi Dong's heart, and she shrank back. "Martial Uncle..."

Qian Xunling chuckled. "Little Spider, I've got a good idea, but I'll need your cooperation. If it works, we'll both have money to eat."

"What is it?" Bibi Dong asked nervously.

Qian Xunling explained, "I see you're quite pretty, Little Spider, and there are plenty of places that like taking in little ones like you as maids. What if I sell you first?"

"No, don't!"

Hearing that her martial uncle wanted to sell her, Bibi Dong's eyes immediately reddened. Big tears welled up and spilled out as she grabbed Qian Xunling's trousers. "Martial Uncle, please don't sell Dong'er. Dong'er is begging you, Martial Uncle. Boo-hoo..."

"Wait, I didn't mean I'd really sell you. I meant I'd sell you first, and as soon as I got the money, I'd steal you right back. Don't you trust your martial uncle's abilities?" Qian Xunling was a little flustered by her crying.

Bibi Dong clutched Qian Xunling's trousers tightly, almost hugging them. "No, Dong'er doesn't want that either. Dong'er will listen to Martial Uncle. Please don't leave Dong'er behind. Dong'er is scared..."

Her crying drew the attention of many passersby.

They pointed at Qian Xunling and shook their heads.

Qian Xunling glared at them angrily, nearly swearing out loud.

But then he turned to look at Bibi Dong, who was nearly a puddle of tears, and helplessly turned his head aside. "All right, all right, your martial uncle gives up. I won't sell you."

"Mm, mm..." Bibi Dong whimpered twice between sobs and raised her head. "Really, Martial Uncle?"

"Really. Let go, quick. If someone sees us, they'll think I'm abusing a child," Qian Xunling urged.

Only then did Bibi Dong notice the people outside and let go with her little hands.

Qian Xunling scratched his head and said, "Follow me."

Hearing him, Bibi Dong quickly wiped away her tears and followed.

Some passersby were still pointing at Qian Xunling. He released his Soul Power and said through gritted teeth, "Get lost!"

Startled, they finally chose to run.

Bibi Dong followed beside Qian Xunling and asked quietly, "Martial Uncle, where are we going now?"

"The Spirit Hall Branch." Qian Xunling looked somewhat helpless.

In the end, do I still have to inherit the family business?

It really makes one sigh.

Only then did Bibi Dong breathe a sigh of relief. Given her martial uncle's status, she thought, he would certainly be able to get some money. At last, she could have a proper meal.