Stepping on the demon door, the witch becomes the strongest.

Chapter 598: Give Ye Yun a Hairdo
Yan Yu had two missions on this trip. One was to find a way to suppress these folk cultivators and stop them from making trouble; the other was to find the mastermind behind the sale of elixirs and undermining the state-owned monopoly.

As for Ye Jun... ahem, we are on a business trip now, so no personal feelings are allowed.

As for these two tasks, the former is relatively simple. After all, there were various test plans to choose from in the previous life. Each route basically has its pros and cons, and he remembers clearly where it is flat and where there are potholes. The latter is a little troublesome because Yan Yu did not participate in this matter in his previous life, and he did not know who was handling this matter at the time.

In short, let's pull Ye Jun aside and have a good discussion first.

Three civilian monks were verbally hired by Yan Yu as temporary workers. Among them, Feng Hang was responsible for assisting the Dingbei Army monks to maintain order in the surrounding area. After all, this guy was not formally organized, so he did not have as many concerns as the military monks. Yan Yu told him that when encountering criminals, "as long as they are not dead, beat them hard", which mainly played a role of active deterrence.

The two sisters Qianru and Qianqian had contacted the man who sold elixirs, so Yan Yu asked them to try to contact him again and report any progress as soon as possible.

The military generals and administrative leaders present saw Yan Yu's open recruitment of civilian monks, but did not raise any questions. Instead, they ordered everyone to cooperate with Yan Yu unconditionally.

In fact, it's not that no one except Yan Yu could not think of the idea of "using heroes to control heroes", but everyone was worried about the attitude of the above - the cabinet has not yet reached a unified consensus. Even if the radicals have gained the upper hand recently and started to increase the efforts to recruit civilian monks, if the wind suddenly turns around one day, the conservatives will launch a full-scale counterattack and will definitely find the "originator" who proposed this strategy afterwards.

When the wind direction is unclear, even if people think of this strategy, they turn a deaf ear and dumb in order to protect themselves, pretending that they are at a loss.

Let's let that "Prosecutor Hou" do it! His wife has connections, so he's not afraid of this risk!
At the order of the leaders, Feng Hang was temporarily appointed as the "Security Team Leader of the Monk Competition" and two senior police captains were assigned to assist Feng Hang in his work.

Feng Hang had originally been a factory worker, and even after becoming a folk cultivator, he'd mostly been a solitary person. How could he have truly experienced the joy of managing others? Now, remarkably, he was a cadre, feeling somewhat apprehensive. He secretly vowed to maintain public order in the area and not disappoint Yan Yu, who had a discerning eye for him.

Yan Yu was too lazy to care about this matter and just took Ye Jun for a stroll in the nearby market.

Most of the market stalls in the town were run by locals, selling barbecue, cold noodles, and stir-fried cold noodles. The further out of town one went, the more stalls there were of cultivators. Flying swords, magic weapons, elixirs, jade slips... Ye Jun was dazzled by the sheer variety. If he weren't so proud of his status, he would have wanted to go to the "market" himself.

Yan Yu, who had lived two lives, was well-informed and could tell the rank of an item at a glance. Seeing that Ye Jun didn't care about the rank at all and only picked out the ones with good looks, he couldn't help but laugh.

If you think about it carefully, can you still expect to pick up any truly powerful magic weapons from these folk monks?

If there really is such a good thing, would they be willing to sell it?
"Which of these two hairpins do you think looks better?" Ye Jun came to a stall selling hairpins, picked up two hairpins and asked.

"Sister, don't you have short hair?" Yan Yu was surprised. "You wear a hairpin in short hair?"

"I just have long hair, not a man's hairstyle." Ye Jun was speechless to him and tried to put her hair up with her hands, "Look!"

She actually tied her hair up... Yan Yu looked at her carefully for a moment and felt that after this sister tied her hair up, her appearance really took a step up. No wonder she was able to become the spokesperson of the Dingbei Army in her previous life. She was really blessed by God.

"I think jade ones will look better." He gave his advice truthfully.

"This?" Ye Jun picked up another jade hairpin with many small jade-carved flower buds as tassels on the top.

"Yes." Yan Yu nodded.

"Sister, is it okay for me to wear it?" Ye Jun asked the stall owner with a smile.

The stall owner was a female cultivator in her forties. She had been squatting here for several days and had witnessed Ye Jun's skill in suppressing fights everywhere. Upon hearing this, she immediately smiled and said:

"You can try it anytime you want. I'll even give you one."

"I don't want it if you give it to me." Ye Jun said with a smile, "Yan Yu, come and help me hold my hair. Let me put on the hairpin and see."

Yan Yu went over and held her hair which she had fixed with her hands, and his eyes could sweep down to her fair neck under her collar - Ye Jun's shoulders were not broad, but they were not sloping, and she was tall enough, so the curve of her shoulders looked extremely elegant, and further down was her smooth, jade-like back.

Stop, it's rude to look at it again.

He shifted his gaze elsewhere, and as Ye Jun's hair slid through his fingers, he smelled a faint, crabapple-like fragrance.

Ye Jun used a hairpin to hold her hair in place, and seeing that Yan Yu hadn't let go, she reminded him:

"All right."

Yan Yu then put down his hand and watched her take out her phone to open the selfie camera. He carefully looked at himself on the screen and asked again:

"How about it?"

"Lifelike and colorful." Yan Yu praised truthfully.

"You're such a nagging idiot." Ye Jun rolled her eyes at him and continued looking at her phone screen. "Something that's only three points, when you say it, becomes seven or eight points."

"That's because you're beautiful." Yan Yu said, "Five points are due to your good looks."

Ye Jun became happier after hearing this and asked the stall owner:

"How much is this hairpin?"

"Two hundred thousand." The stall owner said with a smile.

"Why don't you go straight along this road, then turn left at one block, and then right again," Ye Jun said. "The Agricultural Bank is on your right. Just rob it. It'll make you money faster."

"I need to explain this to you clearly," the female stall owner said quickly, "This hairpin is not an ordinary hairpin."

"Could it be a hairpin with merit?" Ye Jun sneered.

"It's a magic weapon," the female stall owner explained, "and can be refined with true essence to recognize its master."

"What effect does this magic weapon have that could be worth over two hundred thousand?" Ye Jun asked with a raised eyebrow.

"It's not about the effect," the female stall owner said with a wry smile. "Until the magic weapon is refined and recognized by its owner, who knows what effect it will have? This is a blind box. If you open it and it turns out to be a powerful one, you'll make a profit. The price of unrecognized magic weapons on the market now is basically no less than 180,000. Don't think it's expensive. Some of them are bought by local tycoons to gamble their luck!"

"Then why don't you go find some rich people to wholesale it to you instead of setting up a stall here to sell it?" Ye Jun asked relentlessly.

"You can't find rich people everywhere." The female stall owner forced a smile. "How about a discount of 195,000 for you?"

"Other people are just rounding off the fraction, are you making a fraction for me?" Ye Jun couldn't help laughing.

"If I sell it for 190,000, I'll really lose money." The female stall owner looked worried. "How about 193,000?"

"Forget it." Ye Jun slowly shook his head, pulled the hairpin out of his hair, rubbed it in his hand for a moment, and returned it to the female stall owner.

The stall owner wasn't discouraged. Magical treasures are generally priced sky-high these days, with many inquiries and few sales. But unlike houses, there are always wealthy people coming in and saying, "I'll buy it all," so he's not worried about selling them.

Ye Jun stood up and prepared to leave. Yan Yu looked at the stall owner and suddenly sent a silent message to him.

"Beauty! Beauty!" the stall owner immediately stood up and called out, "How about I give this hairpin to you?"

"Ah?" Ye Jun turned his head, his face full of confusion.

"During the Battle of Ligong, you fought so hard to defend your country. You are all heroes. It is only right that I give you this hairpin." The stall owner stuffed the jade hairpin at Ye Jun. The latter was still confused and subconsciously withdrew his hand and refused to take it. So she turned around and handed it to Yan Yu, smiling, "Handsome boy, hold it for this beautiful girl."

Returning to her seat, she silently took out her cell phone and saw that a strange account had transferred money, exactly 200,000 yuan.

Yan Yu held the hairpin and smiled at Ye Jun:

"There's nothing I can do. I've been recognized and forced to give it away... What should I do?"

"Hehe." Ye Jun narrowed his eyes, looked at the female stall owner who was checking her cell phone in the distance, and said, "In that case, I can only accept it." "Shall I put it on you?" Yan Yu asked.

Ye Jun didn't answer, but just used both hands to put her hair behind her head.

Yan Yu picked a spot and carefully inserted the hairpin. He only heard Ye Jun say:

"Actually, I shouldn't charge such an expensive item. But since you have money anyway, hundreds of thousands of dollars is just a drop in the bucket for you, so I won't be polite to you."

"Money is indeed a small thing." Yan Yu said with a smile, "But you invited me here this time, so you owe me a favor, which is hard to repay."

"Don't worry." Ye Jun said, "I will return it."

After fixing her hair, she took out her mobile phone, pointed it at herself, picked a few angles and gestures, and took a few beautiful photos.

As we all know, when a girl is showing off, complimenting her can achieve twice the result with half the effort, so Yan Yu also went all out, giving her compliments like "as beautiful as a fairy", "to the point of stunning the whole country", "so beautiful that the moon and flowers can be ashamed of themselves" without paying any money.

Ye Jun, however, did not seem to be happy about being praised. He just pondered for a while and suddenly said:
"come over."

Yan Yu walked closer and saw Ye Jun leaning her head on his shoulder, making a proud V sign to the camera.

Click.

Then she stood up again, staring at the phone screen and explained:

"It's very memorable, so I took the photo - this is the first time I've received a gift from a person of the opposite sex of my age."

"Is this true?" Yan Yu asked in surprise, "No other boy has ever given you anything before?"

"Well, love letters don't count," Ye Jun said lightly, "some people also sent snacks, but I didn't accept any of them, so this is the first time."

"I see. Then I should be flattered." Yan Yu said with a smile.

"Oh." Ye Jun stretched, showing off her beautiful curves once again. "It's mainly because I already owe you a favor. Having too many debts is not a big deal, so I just accepted it all."

"That's right." Yan Yu said with a smile.

"No supporting role." Ye Jun stretched out her green fingers and tapped the tip of his nose as a warning.

"It's still early, let's continue shopping." Yan Yu immediately changed the subject and pretended to check his phone. "I don't think those two sisters will find the clue so quickly..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Qianqian's message came.

Yan Yu:………………

"You're really accurate in your words." Ye Jun was overjoyed. "Speak of the devil, and he will appear."

"Alas, what a loser." Yan Yu looked at her message and shook his head. "You can't even handle something like this. Let's go."

The two of them followed the messages sent by each other and rushed to a certain building. They saw seven or eight sword immortals standing around in a huge parking lot. In the center, two sword immortals were fighting with swords. One of them was the Ye sister, but they didn't know whether she was the elder sister or the younger one.

Civilian cultivators didn't really have a professional concept; they used whatever they could get their hands on. The reason they were considered the most numerous was simply because flying swords were easier to obtain and the barrier to entry was lower compared to magic weapons and Taoist techniques. But Yan Yu, with his vast experience, immediately recognized that the man across from him had truly put a lot of effort into his swordsmanship.

Very good, this is what a sword immortal cultivator should be!

Seeing that reinforcements had finally arrived, Ye Qianqian, who was outside the arena, hurried over and whispered:

"These guys were the ones who introduced us to the target earlier. They said we were too stingy and refused to make a deal last time, which made them lose face in front of the target. So they insisted on us being their sword sparring partners before they would introduce us again."

"But it seems like your sister can't win." Yan Yu narrowed his eyes and looked at the field.

More than being defeated, she was practically being toyed with. The opponent's swordsmanship was quite accomplished, not only holding the upper hand in the direct swordfight, but also seizing the opportunity to suddenly strike Ye Qianru on the field, deliberately slicing through her outer clothing without injuring the skin underneath and leaving any bloodstains—a technical crushing victory, it could be said.

Ye Qianru was arrogant and proud. Even though she knew she was completely outmatched, she still struggled to control her sword and hold on, determined to wait until the opponent showed a flaw. However, in Yan Yu's opinion, even if the opponent showed a flaw, she might not be able to catch it with her swordsmanship level.

Ye Jun was watching from the side, filled with righteous indignation. He thought to himself, if you want to hit me, then do it properly. What's the point of teasing and insulting me like this? He then sent a voice message to Yan Yu:
"Stop?"

"Stop." Yan Yu said.

Ye Jun shook the Xuanguang Ruler, and two light flowers appeared to cover it. However, the seven or eight civilian cultivators around him all aimed their swords at it, and someone shouted:
"Do you understand the rules? Victory or defeat hasn't been decided yet, do you have the right to interfere?"

"Can you tell me again?" Yan Yu asked with a smile.

"Who are you?" The man was still stubborn, but was quickly grabbed by his terrified companions, who whispered:

"It's Yanyu! You're blind, Yanyu!"

A man's reputation is like the shadow of a tree. Among the sword immortals who truly pursue the way of swordsmanship, there are very few who have not heard of Yan Yu's name, because he is not only the Dinghai God General and the number one cultivator in Lu State, but also the most powerful sword immortal in Lu State... Even though many people in the north always believe that Jing Ye can definitely compete with Yan Yu with the title of "the number one cultivator in Lu State", they cannot say that "Jing Ye is the number one sword immortal in Lu State".

After all, although that gentleman practiced both magic and sword, he was mainly practicing magic and secondary practicing sword, and in this respect he was indeed no match for Yan Yu.

Of course, those who become folk cultivators possess a certain level of impulsiveness, a willingness to take risks, and a disdain for authority. For example, if you were still a mortal and stumbled upon the entrance to a secret realm, would you dare rush in without reporting it to the authorities? If you didn't, you wouldn't be able to become a folk cultivator.

The man also got angry and said with a sneer:
"So what if Yan Yu? Who knows if it's a silver spear with a pewter tip? We have to fight to know who's stronger!"

"What? You want to fight me?" Yan Yu smiled and made a sword gesture, and the Huangting sword was instantly unsheathed.

This sword is broad, thick and heavy, with yellow dragon patterns on its spine, fangs bared and claws bared, a restrained divine light within, and an exposed sharp edge. It looks like it is of an absolutely extraordinary grade. If it were to be used against their ordinary flying swords, it would probably be chopped off in one blow during a duel, and there would be no point in fighting.

The other party looked at Huang Tingjian's majestic appearance, swallowed his saliva subconsciously, and said:
"We in the Sword Fighting Gang don't care about the strength of flying swords, we only care about the level of swordsmanship! If you have the guts, use our flying swords to fight us!"

"Yan Yu, be careful, there might be a trap." Ye Jun quickly sent a voice message to remind him.

You know, an ownerless flying sword won't obey anyone's orders. When the other party said "use our flying sword," they meant to find someone to lend their flying sword to Yan Yu, and at the same time use their mind to make the flying sword obey Yan Yu's command.

If this person cheats during the competition, his flying sword will betray Yan Yu immediately with just a silent thought, and the situation will be dangerous.

"It's okay." Yan Yu smiled slightly and said to the other party, "Then can I borrow your sword?"

"You're brave! You're worthy of being called the Dinghai Divine General!" The man immediately clapped his hands, "Swords!"

No one responded.

The man was a little angry and pointed out:

"Old Eight, lend your sword to the Divine General."

A man with yellow hair and a cockscomb immediately jumped out, holding his own flying sword in both hands and handed it to Yan Yu, saying enthusiastically:
"General Dinghai, my name is Zhang Ziwen, nicknamed Lao Ba. Could you please sign my name for me? Just sign the handle of my sword. I have a marker here..."

Everyone was stunned. "Brother, can you look at the situation? We are now rivals with Yan Yu! Can you wait a while before chasing stars?"
The man opposite was furious. He swung his sword and hit Lao Ba's butt, sending him flying with a scream.

"What signature?! The sword is the courage of the monk. Do you want me to sign your fucking gallbladder?"

(End of this chapter)