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Wait, this change in attitude is way too sudden!
Jinjie was usually a silent, taciturn assassin.
But today she couldn’t hold it in anymore. Her master was normally so cold and aloof, but why did she turn into such a naive sweet girl when dealing with Yino?
Just a second ago, she was putting on a stern face ready to teach Yino a lesson, but after he said a few nice words, her eyes immediately lit up.
And also…
Jinjie clearly remembered that those treasures in Yino’s arms were worthless junk that nobody wanted.
The Hundred Spirits Pavilion Master had been operating in Western Province City, a key trading hub on the Silk Road, for many years. She could tell the quality of treasures at a glance. It didn’t seem possible that she would misjudge specifically with Yino.
Unless Yino truly understood the Pavilion Master’s appraisal skills, and had carefully selected these treasures.
Thinking of this, Jinjie couldn’t help but draw in a sharp breath as she looked again at the young man who was respectfully offering his gifts.
“Master, as they say, ‘return a peach for a plum given,’ these treasures are yours if you like them.”
“As for my aunt’s share, I certainly haven’t forgotten. I plan to return home and give it to her personally in a few days.”
Yino stepped forward and carefully placed the treasures on the low table in front of the curtain.
As a veteran player of Fallen Immortal in his previous life, Yino was very familiar with the Hundred Spirits Pavilion Master’s preferences.
Although most of what the Pavilion Master sold was overpriced, the game still provided players with some money-making methods. For example, in the Azure Forest secret realm dungeon, although it didn’t directly produce currency, each run would yield many high-quality but combat-irrelevant rare treasures.
These herbs or rare minerals were mostly used for non-combat industries, such as drawing special scroll formations, refining certain cultivation-unrelated pills, or for construction and forging…
Because they weren’t very useful for combat but could be sold at high prices to the Hundred Spirits Pavilion Master, players eventually nicknamed these secret realm byproducts gold ingots.
Simply put, the game needed to balance ways for players to make money.
But having monsters directly drop gold coins would break immersion, so they dropped treasures specifically meant to be exchanged for money as currency.
So after returning from the Azure Forest, Yino had used all the items that could enhance his combat power, and brought all the remaining gold ingots to the Hundred Spirits Pavilion Master.
According to the game’s rules, this batch would be worth quite a lot of money.
But Yino didn’t ask the Pavilion Master for money.
Spending a little to gain a lot – rather than exchanging these treasures for money, using them to earn a favor from the Pavilion Master and establish an image of gratitude was much more cost-effective.
In the game, Yino couldn’t do this.
But in reality, in the martial world, one had to understand human relationships. Who knows, maybe if he made the Pavilion Master happy, she might give him a discount on future purchases?
“Not bad, you actually know to come back and show gratitude.”
“It seems the Grand Master didn’t waste all those high-grade pills on you.”
Behind the curtain, the young woman in red robes gently tapped her foot beneath her dress. Her cherry lips curved upward beneath the phoenix mask.
She raised her hand to levitate one of the medicinal herbs still covered in soil, carefully examined it to confirm its quality, and finally collected all the herbs and rare minerals.
“These items would fetch at least three thousand silver taels if sold at the Hundred Spirits Pavilion.”
“Yino, you haven’t emptied out all the treasures from the Azure Forest underground, have you?”
Although Xinyao had heard from Jinjie about Yino’s achievements in the secret realm, seeing the mountain of rare treasures with her own eyes still left her incredulous.
It wasn’t that Xinyao lacked experience; she had just never seen a young Core Formation stage cultivator bring back so many treasures.
Compared to previous years’ yields, the Azure Forest was actually quite low-tier.
Because the Azure Forest limited cultivation levels and only opened once a year, with only cultivators below Nascent Soul stage allowed to explore it, this resulted in few treasures actually being produced and circulated in the market despite the forest’s rich resources.
And…
Those Core Formation cultivators, with their limited strength and experience, would at best gather some hundred-year-old herbs even with the best luck.
But Yino’s batch of herbs were all at least a hundred years old, with several reaching a thousand years!
Even high-level secret realms rarely had thousand-year herbs.
Yet Yino had somehow dug them out of the low-level Azure Forest. It was unimaginable – had he raided the guardian deity’s nest?
“Pavilion Master is joking,” Yino said with a humble smile. “These treasures would only be wasted in my hands. I just wanted to make sure they’re put to good use.”
Yino smiled sheepishly, avoiding the Hundred Spirits Pavilion Master’s curious gaze.
He couldn’t explain where these treasures came from. He could hardly say he had rescued an ancient tree demon, not only luring it away but also emptying out her home.
“Is that so.”
Xinyao narrowed her eyes, seeing through the young man’s slick words.
He hadn’t directly answered Xinyao’s question, and Xinyao had only asked in jest anyway. They exchanged smiles, both understanding the unspoken rule—the Hundred Spirits Pavilion did business without asking about origins or wealth sources, clean and simple.
“Well, seeing as you’re so thoughtful.”
“I will show you something good.”
At some point, the red-robed young woman behind the curtain gave a cold, alluring smile and sat up straight. She lowered her crossed legs and stood up, walking lightly to pull aside the curtain as she moved toward the side.
At the far end of the hall was a shadowy area.
Yino stared at the red-robed young woman’s back, watching as her delicate feet were about to step into the shadows. But she stopped right then, turning around with her back foot arched like a ballet dancer:
“What are you standing there for? Come along, won’t you?”
“Oh…”