62: Treasure Pavilion

Heavenly Star Immortal City.

Precious Treasure Pavilion.

Lu Ming arrived here, and after a few days of observation, he finally chose a shop named 'Precious Treasure Pavilion'.

This was a three-story tall shop, with a spacious and empty hall on the first floor where several Cultivators were chatting.

One must know that shops within the Immortal City were extremely valuable, with some small shops even dividing a piece of land in half to use.

They would try to utilize every corner to display goods, and Lu Ming didn't even have the desire to step inside.

This time, he had quite a few items to sell, and some were not exactly legitimate, so going to those small shops might cause trouble.

At this moment, Lu Ming was dressed in a black robe, with no Cultivation fluctuations whatsoever, and his face was that of a middle-aged man with a goatee.

“Esteemed Immortal Master, welcome to Precious Treasure Pavilion. May I ask what you wish to purchase? I can introduce it to you.”

Not long after he walked in, a woman in palace attire gracefully approached, and before she even reached him, a rich, fragrant scent wafted over.

Lu Ming glanced at the beautiful woman in front of him. A silk belt was tightly cinched around her waist, outlining the mature and voluptuous curves of her waist.

Seeing Lu Ming observe her, the palace-attired female Cultivator puffed out her full chest, swayed her pear-shaped waist, and said in a soft, sweet voice.

“My name is Du Sanniang. Immortal Master can simply call me Sanniang.”

Lu Ming didn't pay attention to the woman's small gestures; beauty was extremely cheap in the Cultivation world.

Cultivators, nourished by Spiritual Qi, might not all be exceptionally handsome men or beautiful Immortal maidens, but none would be bad-looking.

And there were many people like Du Sanniang, who would earn more Spirit Stones before they grew old and their beauty faded.

Moreover, these Cultivators, in order not to lose their right to live in the Immortal City, would use everything they had to please customers.

Especially some untalented Cultivators, who could have lived well if they left the market and went to the mortal world.

Yet, as if possessed, they would go to great lengths to stay in the market, living a life of hardship.

And some female Cultivators would pray all day that they could be noticed by a passing Great Cultivator and become Dao Companions, thereby soaring like a Phoenix.

Even being taken as a concubine was the best option for them, as long as they could bear talented offspring with Spiritual Roots, they could rise in status through their children.

However, Lu Ming wasn't so narcissistic as to think Du Sanniang was trying to curry favor with him; this was merely a small sales tactic.

He had already noticed that Cultivators who came into the shop to select items were all accompanied by a beautiful woman or a handsome young man; he was just one such example.

After all, the more customers spent in the shop, the more commission they would earn.

Indeed, in a different world, the only constant was the working class.

He stroked the goatee on his chin and said.

“This humble Daoist wishes to sell some items. Please find someone who can make decisions.”

His gaze was meaningful, and Du Sanniang, not being a novice in the Cultivation world, naturally understood instantly.

“Guest, please follow me to the second floor.”

Du Sanniang said as she led the way, and Lu Ming followed closely, ascending the stairs.

Upon reaching the second floor, the noise significantly diminished, with only a few people present.

This floor was clearly equipped with a sound-insulating Formation, isolating the noise from downstairs.

Lu Ming followed Du Sanniang to a private room.

Du Sanniang poured a cup of Spiritual Tea for Lu Ming and brought a plate of Spiritual Fruits before bowing and retreating.

“The manager of the building will be here shortly. Please wait, esteemed guest,” she whispered before leaving.

Lu Ming sipped his tea and ate the Spiritual Fruits while observing the room's layout, genuinely exclaiming.

“I must say, it's truly magnificent!”

“Haha… Fellow Daoist, you flatter me!”

As he was marveling, the room door was pushed open, and a burst of laughter came through.

Lu Ming turned his head to see a middle-aged man in luxurious attire walking over, looking about forty years old.

However, in the Cultivation world, judging age solely by appearance was truly laughable.

He had a shrewd look in his eyes and a smile on his face as he walked towards Lu Ming.

“I am Qi Yuan, the manager of Precious Treasure Pavilion. May I ask for Fellow Daoist’s name?”

Qi Yuan cupped his hands.

“Greetings, Manager Qi. This humble Daoist is Han Feiyu.”

Lu Ming stood up and returned the bow.

“Oh, don’t be so formal!”

Qi Yuan said, then plopped down opposite Lu Ming, chuckling.

“I heard from my subordinate that Fellow Daoist wishes to sell something. May I take a look?”

Lu Ming smiled without speaking, instead taking out several bulging Storage Pouches and pushing them over.

Qi Yuan gave Lu Ming a strange look, then took them and examined them one by one.

After a long while, he slowly said.

“Fellow Daoist, these items are likely not from a legitimate source.”

Lu Ming’s expression turned cold, and he said in a chilling voice.

“Fellow Daoist Qi, there is more than just your shop in the Immortal City. If you’re not doing business, then I shall take my leave.”

After speaking, Lu Ming put away the Storage Pouches on the table and turned to leave.

“Hold on! Fellow Daoist Han, please stay. I spoke out of turn; I apologize.”

Qi Yuan quickly apologized.

He felt helpless, wasn't this a normal price-haggling tactic?

Why was he threatening to leave at the slightest disagreement?

“My apologies, Fellow Daoist, please come back.”

Apologizing to Lu Ming, Qi Yuan quickly brought the conversation back to the main topic.

“There are some Magical Artifacts that are quite good, but most of the Cultivation Techniques are already available in the pavilion, and there are many other miscellaneous items. Does Fellow Daoist intend to sell all of them?”

Lu Ming sat back down and nodded upon hearing this.

“Sell them all, but I hope Fellow Daoist Qi will not disappoint me with the price.”

Qi Yuan chuckled, a sincere smile appearing on his face.

“What are you saying? Our Precious Treasure Pavilion has always conducted business with integrity as its foundation, Fellow Daoist Han can rest assured.”

“That would be for the best, of course.”

Lu Ming also wore a smile.

“Fellow Daoist, please wait.”

Qi Yuan said, then began to calculate.

A moment later.

“A total of two thousand three hundred Spirit Stones. How does Fellow Daoist feel about that?”

“Acceptable.”

Lu Ming didn't hesitate; this price was already very close to his psychological expectation.

Qi Yuan swiped his hand across the table, and immediately a pile of colorful Spirit Stones appeared, imbued with pure Spiritual Qi.

Lu Ming didn't stand on ceremony, scanning them with his spiritual sense to confirm the number, then putting them all into his Storage Pouch.

With the transaction complete and payment exchanged, Lu Ming did not linger, bidding farewell and departing.

In front of Precious Treasure Pavilion.

Qi Yuan’s face was full of smiles.

“Fellow Daoist Han, take care, and come again next time!”

Watching Lu Ming’s retreating figure, Qi Yuan narrowed his eyes.

He had long seen that the items given by this person were of questionable origin, with all sorts of things inside.

However, he was a businessman, and when business came knocking, he naturally had to do it.

It was just that there were too many miscellaneous items in this Fellow Daoist Han’s pouches; how many Fellow Daoists had he sent to reunite down below?

But it had nothing to do with him; he had received many stolen goods from murder and robbery, and after a little processing and a change of appearance, he could sell them to some greedy Fellow Daoists.