Chaos Spirit Field

The next day, not long after Zhenxiuzhai opened, Zhao Shanhe went over. The waiter lacked the enthusiasm of the previous day and said coldly, "Pearl rice, one spirit stone per bowl."

Zhao Shanhe knew this was directed at him, but he didn't get angry. Instead, he said politely, "Fellow Daoist, I'm not eating today. Please inform the shopkeeper that the debt is due."

"Boy, when did my shopkeeper owe you a debt?"

"Fellow Daoist, as a waiter, you have no right to interfere in the affairs between me and your shopkeeper. Go now."

Zhao Shanhe also had a temper. The waiter walked into the kitchen angrily and said, "Uncle Bao, Zhao Shanhe is here. He said you owed him a debt."

Chef Bao came out from the kitchen and said, "I'm sorry for not welcoming you. I wonder what I owe you."

"Senior, you promised to give me pearl rice seeds yesterday."

"So that's what happened. I'm old and my memory is not good. Please keep this pearl rice seed."

"Senior, please give me a seed."

"My dear friend, I, the shopkeeper, gave you pearl rice seeds as agreed. What's wrong with that? Even though it's just one seed, it fulfilled the agreement after all."

Zhao Shanhe thanked him profusely and said, "Thank you very much for the seed, Senior. When I return, I will tell the seniors of the sect how generous you are. I will take my leave now."

Chef Bao quickly stopped Zhao Shanhe. If this were to be made public, the Zhenxiu Sect would be disgraced.

"Please stay, young friend. I was just joking. Here are ten kilograms of pearl rice seeds, enough to plant two acres of land."

"I cannot refuse a gift from an elder. I am ashamed to accept it. I have a suggestion for you. The waiters in your restaurant should be trained. Their eyesight is not very good and they can't recognize distinguished guests."

Zhao Shanhe left with the pearl rice in a leisurely manner, not forgetting to flatter the waiter before leaving. Shortly after he left the shop, he was stopped by someone. The person asked, "Fellow Daoist, do you still remember me?"

The man who came was the stall owner who sold compasses yesterday. Zhao Shanhe pretended not to recognize him and said, "Who are you, fellow Daoist? I am a disciple of the Qingniu Sect. What do you want to do by blocking my way in broad daylight?"

The man said, "Fellow Daoist, I'm the stall owner who sold you the compass yesterday. Do you remember?"

"So it's you, trying to force a sale. I can't afford your compass."

"Fellow Daoist, the compass is yours for only fifty spirit stones. If something hadn't happened at home, I wouldn't sell it so cheaply."

"Twenty at most. If you're willing to sell it, then sell it. If you're not willing to sell it, forget it."

"Fellow Daoist, you offered thirty spirit stones yesterday, but why did it become twenty today?"

"As the saying goes, a deal that's too hasty isn't really a deal. I was practicing bargaining yesterday."

"Daoyou, if you are sincere, please add some more."

Zhao Shanhe thought for a moment and said, "Twenty-five spirit stones, this is the highest price I can offer. If you want to bargain again, you should find someone else."

"Deal, but you have to tell me what this compass is used for."

"Give me the things first, so you won't regret it later."

After Zhao Shanhe received the item and confirmed it was correct, he said, "The outer shell of this compass is made of Qingxuan iron. If it is broken down, it can be sold for 80 spirit stones, and I can make a net profit of 55 spirit stones. The item is now mine, and there is no regret. The disciples of Qingniu Sect are not to be trifled with."

The stall owner heard Zhao Shanhe's explanation, which was the same as what he had asked the shopkeeper yesterday. He no longer doubted it and said, "Young Daoist friend, that's not how it's calculated. The decomposed Qingxuan Iron is indeed worth eighty spirit stones. The cost of decomposition is more than sixty spirit stones. You're actually paying too much."

Zhao Shanhe said disdainfully: "I can just find a senior brother from the Weapon Hall to do something with him. Would he ask me for spirit stones?"

After hearing this, the stall owner was stunned where he was, wandering alone in the street in a mess. He thought that the disciples of the big sects all played like this, and he was so envious and jealous!

Zhao Shanhe had no idea what the mysterious compass was. He guessed he would have to wait until it was grown to find out. Anyway, anything that glowed was a good thing. He strolled around the Qingniufang Market casually. Shopping on Taobao always made people enjoyable, and he unknowingly came to a gambling stone shop, intending to join in the fun.

The status of a Qingniu Sect disciple still held some weight in the Qingniu Market. Zhao Shanhe squeezed in. There was nothing shameful about asking questions when he encountered something he didn't understand. He asked curiously, "Boss, how do you play this gambling stone?"

The owner of the gambling stone shop saw the Qingniu Sect ID card on Zhao Shanhe's waist and didn't dare to neglect him. He said, "Young Taoist, you are a senior disciple of the Qingniu Sect. I am really disrespectful. These round balls are raw spirit stone ores. What you get depends entirely on luck. Last month, a Taoist bought a raw stone ore in our shop for 500 spirit stones, and got a piece of colorful jade, which he sold for 50,000 spirit stones."

"Boss, you've made a huge loss."

"Our shop has always been fair to everyone, and Qingniu Sect disciples can get spirit stones for free."

"Boss, it's really free. I want all these stones. Please open it quickly."

The owner of the gambling stone shop broke out in a cold sweat after hearing what Zhao Shanhe said, and quickly explained: "Fellow Daoist, you misunderstood. I was talking about the cost of mining spirit stones, not giving away raw spirit stones and ore."

"Boss, please explain clearly next time and don't breathe so hard. I'll pick out a few cheap ones to take away. Is it okay if you don't open the door?"

"As long as you pay the spirit stones, each piece of spirit stone ore costs 500 spirit stones."

Zhao Shanhe randomly pointed to ten pieces of spirit stone ore, paid for them and prepared to take them away.

The shopkeeper said, "Fellow Daoist, it's very laborious to mine the raw spirit stone ore, but our shop offers it for free."

Zhao Shanhe said, "Boss, if I lose money on these spirit stone ore, will you compensate me for the difference?"

"Fellow Daoist, you're joking. Gambling on stones is all about luck. There's no such thing as a guaranteed win."

"That's because you're not capable enough, but I can guarantee a guaranteed profit.

"Fellow Daoist, are you just talking nonsense and trying to trick me?"

"Give me five hundred spirit stones and I'll teach you the method."

The shopkeeper hesitated. He didn't believe there was a sure-win gambling technique. A young man dressed flamboyantly said, "Qingniu Sect kid, I'm offering these 500 spirit stones. If you dare to cheat me, you'll have to give them all back."

Zhao Shanhe said calmly: "Give me the spirit stones first, and I will tell you the method."

"Boy, my father is the third guardian of the East Continent Alliance. I don't think you dare to lie to me."

Zhao Shanhe took the spirit stone and said, "Fellow Daoist, you paid for the spirit stone. The method should be told to you alone, or announced on the spot."

"I paid for it, so naturally I told it to myself. Let's go to that room and talk."

When the two of them arrived at the room, Zhao Shanhe said, "Fellow Daoist, buy some raw spirit stone ore and take it back with you. Find some wealthy young men like you and sell it to them for double or triple the price. Whether they make a profit or a loss, you won't lose anything. It's best to find some that look good. You can use the name of an elder and fabricate a fantastic story about their origins. That way, it will be more credible and you can make more money."

"Brother, your method is truly amazing. My humble name is Zhao Hao, my father is Zhao Xuanji, and we are the third guardian of the Dongzhou Alliance. What's your name, brother?"

"My younger brother, Zhao Shanhe, is the adopted grandson of the leader of the Qingniu Sect. Big brother, I can't even write two Zhao characters with one stroke. We get along so well, how about we become brothers?"

"Brother, you and I hit it off right away. From now on, we're brothers."

"Brother, I have sworn brotherhood with Tan Tai Ming Zhu, the grandson of the leader of the Qingniu Sect. Why don't you make him your disciple as well? I'm only eleven years old, so I don't know how old you are."

"Brother, you're only eleven years old. I'm a little anxious about how old you are. I'm twenty this year. Oh, and how old is Tan Tai Ming Zhu?"

"He is the same age as my younger brother, but he was born a few months earlier."

When Zhao Hao heard that Tan Tai Mingzhu was younger than him, he agreed without much thought, as long as he was the eldest brother.

"Huang Tian is above, Hou Tu is below. I, Zhao Hao, Tan Tai Ming Zhu, and Zhao Shan He are brothers. From now on, we will share happiness and hardship, life and death together. If we swear this oath, may the heavens strike us with lightning."

"Big Brother"

"Third Brother"

Tan Tai Ming Zhu was replaced by Zhao Shanhe, but he still couldn't escape the fate of being the second in command. Zhao Shanhe's youth and ignorance were understandable, and Zhao Hao followed suit. You have to know that in the world of immortal cultivation, oaths are not taken lightly, and if you don't do it right, you will be struck by lightning.