The Arrogant Immortal-Chapter 22 - She Loses if She Argues with a Fool

Mo Lan saw her daughter’s normally serious little face, now especially animated, and couldn’t help but feel a burst of joy.

Xie Jiuniang said with a straight face, word by word, “Mother! Tonight, I want to eat, vegetarian, dishes.”

Having said that, she turned away coolly and walked off.

It was the kind of situation where killing a thousand enemies cost eight hundred of one’s own men. No one compared.

“Hehehe…”

In the end, Mo Lan couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Xie Jiuniang quickly returned to her room.

When she came out again, she had changed into the cheapest vestment robe and had a storage bag hanging sporadically at her waist, looking a bit shabby as she left the courtyard.

Having been in Xi’an City for half a month, Xie Jiuniang today ventured out for a stroll for the first time. She had visited Xi’an City in her previous life a few times, so the environment was not unfamiliar to her.

The destination of Xie Jiuniang’s trip was the city’s central square that could accommodate a hundred thousand people.

The central square was originally a recruitment ground for the Sect. As recruitment took place once every ten years, the space couldn’t be left idle and wasted at other times. The City Lord Residence divided up stalls according to types of goods and rented them to small vendors, gradually turning the square into the largest market in Xi’an City, the Fangshi.

In her previous life, the day before the Sect’s assessment, Xie Jiuniang had purchased a rusty Broken Sword from a small stall in the open-air market.

At that time, her mother had passed away not long before, and her father was in a slump, unable to care for her.

She had very few spirit stones on her…

Therefore, buying the Broken Sword only cost her one spirit stone.

Whether or not the Broken Sword was a stroke of fate, Xie Jiuniang didn’t know, because she did not have the Broken Sword in her possession for long.

During the entrance examination the next day, she encountered danger and was rescued by a fellow disciple.

She thanked him.

He said there was no need to mind it.

Someone else quipped that thanks shouldn’t just come from words, there should be some tangible token of gratitude.

Feeling embarrassed, she laid out all her possessions from the storage bag, allowing him to pick anything.

He only chose the Broken Sword, and at the time she had secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking his character was decent, choosing the least valuable item.

Now that she thought about it… Ha!

She had been conned and still thought the person was good… Damn!

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got.

It was clearly a set-up!

Who was the person who had tricked her?

Two hundred years had passed, and she couldn’t remember what he looked like. It seemed like she had never seen him again after joining the Sect.

Xie Jiuniang walked toward the square and noticed that there were more and more people.

She was getting close to the entrance.

At a roadside snack stall, she bought a Spiritual Vegetable Pancake, spending ten spiritual pearls.

Coming early, Xie Jiuniang wasn’t certain that the small stall would still have that Broken Sword; today was just a day for looking.

Because when she had bought the Broken Sword, the vendor seemed to have said that it had been sitting there for two or three months and she was the only one who recognized its value…

“Young friend, young friend eating the pancake.”

Someone was calling her?

Xie Jiuniang followed the voice to look.

He was an old man radiating a sleazy aura from head to toe, squatting in a corner against the wall, with a piece of coarse cloth spread out before him, haphazardly covered in a pile of junk.

The old man waved at Xie Jiujiu, “Young friend, come over! Hurry over, I just did some finger calculating and divined that there’s a treasure here with a fate linked to you… Oy oy oy, young friend, don’t go!”

Xie Jiujiu walked even faster, first taking a bite of the pancake to calm her nerves.

A wolf that preys on people, a ghost starved to death, and the mouth of a petty vendor.

Too terrifying!

A pile of trash is fated with me?

Another bite of the pancake to calm the nerves…

Xie Jiujiu entered the Fangshi.

It was bustling yet orderly, everything was in its place. The Fangshi was maintained by the City Guard and had powerful figures sitting in judgement, so no one dared to cause a scene.

Wander here, look there.

Xie Jiujiu naturally made her way to the little stall where she bought the Broken Sword in her past life.

A glance over.

The Broken Sword was nowhere to be seen… what a pity, she’d have to come back in a few days.

Just as Xie Jiujiu was about to step away, the stall owner, seeing her about to leave, immediately smiled and called out, “Little friend, early is not as good as timely, I just got some stock that I haven’t had the chance to display yet, supposedly it’s a fine item unearthed from an ancient cultivator’s cave dwelling…”

The stall owner packed away the original goods and then took out the so-called “new stock” one by one, not many, just seven or eight items, still coated with some fresh dirt.

As luck would have it, there was a Broken Sword.

Xie Jiujiu remembered this sword because of the Dragon Head Sword hilt. The first impression she had in her past life when she saw this sword was the desire to buy it.

Looking at it again in this life.

This profound and mysterious feeling was even stronger than in her past life.

With her eyes as a reborn person and an Artifact Refiner, she could tell that the Dragon Head Sword hilt was one with the blade, the treasure’s aura was hidden and it appeared naturally formed.

It was a pity that it was destroyed.

It didn’t have one ten-thousandth of its former glory.

The former owner of the Broken Sword must have been through a life or death battle, eight or nine times out of ten they had already perished.

Otherwise, who would discard it?

Xie Jiujiu squatted in front of the stall, looking over this item and touching that one, looking like a greenhorn rookie.

Her whole being was broadcasting, come slaughter me, hurry and come slaughter me.

Xie Jiujiu asked, “Uncle, how much for one item?”

“Not expensive.” The vendor held up a finger.

Xie Jiujiu asked in confusion, “One finger, how much is that? One Spiritual Pearl?”

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“It’s one thousand Spirit Stones for one item,” the vendor said with a dark face.

“Phew, at least it’s not ten thousand.”

Xie Jiujiu looked relieved, which made the vendor, who was already unhappy, feel a sudden tightness in his chest. Had he asked for too low a price? But this girl’s Vestment robe was plain and ordinary, not looking much like a child from a wealthy family.

The next moment, Xie Jiujiu spoke again, her face pained, “Uncle, can we negotiate the price? Would you sell for one Spirit Stone per item? If you sell, I will tighten my belt and grit my teeth to buy one, but uncle, you have to guarantee it’s from an ancient cultivator’s cave dwelling.”

The vendor was dumbfounded.

What had he just heard?

One Spirit Stone? And she’ll only buy one if she saves on food?

The vendor’s mouth twitched, forget it, she really was just a poor kid.

The neighboring vendors had thought their colleague had caught a sucker, but the outcome … was this?

Xie Jiujiu blinked her innocent big eyes.

She looked like she was betting all her worldly possessions.

No matter how the vendor tried to negotiate, Xie Jiujiu still clung to one Spirit Stone. She had bought it for one Spirit Stone in her past life, which meant this uncle considered the Broken Sword worth no more than one.

So, why should she pay more?

After haggling for quite a while, the vendor, seeing people looking their way from not too far off, hurriedly whispered, “Alright, alright, one it is, pick one quick.”

“Alright! Thank you, uncle, I wish you booming business and overnight wealth!”

Xie Jiujiu tossed down one Spirit Stone, grabbed the Broken Sword, stuffed it into her Storage Bag, and ran off.

What she didn’t see was the vendor behind her picking up the Spirit Stone, then smilingly saying to the next customer, “Fellow Daoist, early isn’t as good as timing, I just got some stock that I haven’t had the chance to display yet, supposedly…”