The Arrogant Immortal-Chapter 37 - If Theyre Fighting Over It Im All For It

The people present fell silent.

So Xiaojiu knew her jerky was bad tasting but stubbornly refused to admit it was the worst… just because she used salt?

Xie Siniang was very intrigued and asked, “Do you still have some of the jerky? Let me taste what it’s actually like.”

“I still have over a hundred jin that I haven’t sold yet.” While taking out some jerky, Xie Jiuniang complained to Xie Siniang about the Sect disciples being inhumane for banding together to blockade her, “Phew, luckily I was quick to escape…”

When Xie Jiuniang looked up, she saw everyone looking at her as if she were a strange creature, “What are you all staring at me for?”

“You were really surrounded by over a dozen people?” Xie Xu asked uncertainly.

Xie Jiuniang nodded, “Sixteen or seventeen.”

“Were they Sect disciples?”

“Yes!” Xie Jiuniang blurted out without correcting herself since all present were clan members, “It’s likely to increase the difficulty of the assessment, there were Sect disciples mixed in, specifically to snatch everyone’s Fasting Pills.”

Xie Xu looked at several clan members who had been robbed, “I was wondering why only Fasting Pills were being stolen, turns out it was arranged by the Sect, really cunning.”

“Hey!”

Xie Jiuniang thought the cunning was good.

Without it, how could she sell jerky to make money?

In fact, Xie Xu and the others were truly shocked by Xie Jiuniang’s strength.

A year ago, she was only at the third level of Qi Cultivation. A year later, she had advanced four levels! Even with a Cultivation Base of Qi Cultivation Level Seven, she was able to safely leave in the face of a blockade by over a dozen Sect disciples.

That was just too incredible!

“Wow, uh…”

Unable to hold back her curiosity, Xie Siniang really took a bite of the jerky, “It has a weird taste, tough and too salty, it’s a bit hard to eat, but… it can be eaten, I suppose.”

Xie Jiuniang nodded vigorously, “Right, right, I told you it wasn’t the worst.”

Xie Xu and the others looked away, unable to watch.

How should one describe these two?

Before Xie Xu could come up with the right words, he saw Xie Jiuniang carrying the jerky out to set up a stall.

Xie Siniang, quite perceptively, laid out a beast skin.

With only five days left until the end of the assessment, Xie Jiuniang felt she could make another round of earnings as today drew an even larger crowd.

Xie Jiuniang called out, “Come on! Selling jerky! The perfect gift, the last batch is here.”

“The last batch, once it’s gone, it’s gone!”

“Selling jerky! Xiaojiu’s handmade jerky, uniquely flavored, unforgettable at the first bite!”

“Fellow daoists, why not buy a jin? If you don’t eat it, you can also give it to friends or Contracted Beasts, let them taste the meat you’ve eaten, and share the suffering you’ve endured…”

“Selling jerky…”

Hearing this, the Xie Family disciples facepalmed and hastily hid back inside the Small Isolation Array, genuinely worried that if Xiaojiu got beaten up, they would be implicated.

As Xie Siniang saw the people around focusing on Xiaojiu with somewhat frightening gazes, she also quickly slipped back.

Xie Jiuniang hadn’t noticed her family’s abandonment and was smiling brightly, waving her little hand at the crowd, “Cheng friend! Two Gan friends, we meet again, come, come, come, have some jerky.”

Nobody was buying, so giving it to acquaintances to eat wasn’t bad either.

The first thought of the people around her was that little Xie Profiteer held a grudge against the three!

Before the three could respond, a delicate little boy walked out from the crowd, about seven or eight years old, dressed in an expensive vestment robe made of ice silkworm silk, with a high-level defense jade token hanging at his waist, and feet adorned with top-notch magic artifact flow-cloud shoes.

Not only that, but his entire body was adorned with top-notch magic artifacts, including the small jade crown on his head.

Xie Jiuniang felt the little boy was like a walking treasury, utterly inhuman.

The little boy squatted in front of the stall, blinking his pure and bright black eyes, and said, “Sister, let me treat you to meat.”

Xie Jiuniang no longer found him cute, and she solemnly refused, “Sorry, my parents taught me from a young age that as a cultivator, we should be independent and self-reliant, not accepting charity.”

“Sister speaks so well!” The little boy said, his eyes sparkling with laughter, “But I want to be friends with sister.”

Xie Jiuniang silently displayed a basket of red fruit, “Red fruit here, tasty spirit fruit, fragrant, sweet, and crisp. One spirit stone each, do you want to treat me to one?”

“Please do.”

The little boy took out a spirit stone.

Xie Jiuniang took his spirit stone and pushed the basket of fruit towards him, then said, “Pick one out for me.”

The little boy lowered his head and began to pick seriously, comparing two by two for quite a while, before handing the biggest one to Xie Jiuniang, shyly saying, “Sister, I’m treating you.”

“Thank you.”

Xie Jiuniang accepted it with a beaming smile, then grabbed a handful of jerky and stuffed it back into his little hand, “A return gift, eat it. Sister made it by hand.”

The little boy blinked, feeling wronged and wanting to cry.

The spectators who saw their interaction couldn’t help but laugh.

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They were indeed children, truly childish.

Xie Jiuniang had no psychological burden about bullying a child, because she was a child herself. Besides, she did offer him meat.

Next, Xie Jiuniang displayed a variety of items one after another. There was a mix of everything, seemingly to make up the numbers, even including everyday items like hairbands and wooden combs, among which was a wooden hairpin.

Xie Siniang quietly came over, “Xiaojiu, why are you even selling hairbands?”

“Fourth sister, look at those people with disheveled hair…” Xie Jiuniang whispered that there’d be a need to sell at a good price.

Xie Siniang was skeptical.

Who wouldn’t have a few everyday items in their storage bag?

“Sister, how much for this wooden hairpin?” The little boy reached out to grab the wooden hairpin.

A hand was faster than his.

Cheng Huaixin suppressed the excitement in his heart and said, “Xie friend, we meet again. The moment I saw this wooden hairpin, it looked familiar, like one my mother used to wear. May I buy it from you?”

Xie Jiuniang was about to nod when another voice spoke out.

“Xie friend, I would also like to buy it.” Gan Long immediately came over.

The little boy complained, “But I was the first to say I’d buy it.”

The object of the three’s contention suddenly entered everyone’s sight.

A treasure, perhaps?

Xie Jiuniang took back the wooden hairpin and turned it over and over, feigning puzzlement as she asked, “It’s just an ordinary wooden hairpin, what’s there to fight over?”

Cheng Huaixin said, “It’s because I miss my mother, whether the object is valuable or not is irrelevant.”

“I just fell in love with it at first sight,” retorted Gan Long unwillingly.

Everyone once again looked at the little boy.

The little boy blinked and said, “They’re fighting over it, so I like it.”

The crowd was speechless.

Such an honest reason!