A life of leisure is worse than a life of flowers and splendour

Aside from the deserted area surrounding the martial arts competition arena, the rest of the road occasionally featured a few hurried disciples. The number of disciples encountered increased significantly as they headed towards the sect's inner market.

As the two of them continued along, they often encountered other fellow disciples and exchanged greetings. Just then, another disciple came towards them, smiling. He first greeted Junior Sister Lingwu, "Junior Sister Lingwu, long time no see! How come you have so much free time today to hang out?" Then, his gaze fell curiously on Wushuang, who was standing beside him, with a flash of amazement in his eyes. He had seen Junior Sister Lingwu walking down the street with a beautiful woman from afar, so he had deliberately come closer. Unexpectedly, when he got closer, he found the woman even more beautiful, so he asked, "This fellow Daoist looks unfamiliar. I wonder where she is from? I seem to have never seen her before."

Upon hearing this, Junior Sister Lingwu hurriedly introduced with a smile, "Senior Brother Jiucheng, this is fellow Daoist Wushuang from Dao Sect. He has come to our sect to visit and exchange ideas."

Upon hearing this, Jiucheng's eyes flashed with surprise. He then cupped his hands, bowed respectfully, and said slowly, "It's Daoist Fellow Wushuang of Dao Sect! I've long admired you! I'm a disciple of True Lord Chongyang of Tianyang Peak. Meeting you today is truly a privilege!" After a few more pleasantries, Jiucheng didn't turn away like the average person would. Instead, he joined the group without hesitation.

As they advanced, the group unexpectedly grew larger. Almost every newcomer fixed their gazes on Wushuang, either gathering around him or following closely behind, peppering him with questions. Some even engaged in idle chatter. Under these circumstances, even Wushuang, usually composed and composed, felt a sense of unease.

He had encountered similar situations in the sect before, but with the powerful Senior Sister Lingling in charge, no one dared to force their way in. But now it was different. Wushuang was a guest in someone else's sect, and these people didn't do anything excessive, so it was not easy for him to turn against them and drive them away. However, his attitude did unconsciously become colder.

Some people left on their own accord, others kept their distance, and as for those who had no sense or who, despite seeing Wushuang's cold face, still tried to get closer, Wushuang simply ignored them. Wushuang was actually more friendly to those who were self-disciplined.

They soon arrived at the market town. This market town was not a proper market town. It was just like the small market town where Grandpa Dao Zong and his people lived. It was an open trading place formed spontaneously by everyone. With so many people coming, it became a small market town.

Wushuang was quickly drawn to the exquisite gadgets before him: delicate puppet animals, some even resembling humanoids. They were not particularly aggressive, and could perform simple actions according to instructions simply by inserting spirit stones. The workmanship was exceptionally delicate, with each joint moving flexibly and the appearance being exquisitely crafted to look like the real thing.

However, the materials aren't particularly good, being made from ordinary spiritual wood, and not particularly sturdy. They're primarily used for planting, tending to household chores, and serving others, and they're not expensive. Wushuang bought a lot so she wouldn't have to do anything herself in her own courtyard. Also, in the space, while she can control it with her mind, it consumes mental energy. The bracelet can also be used, but that thing tends to fall asleep all the time... She'd better keep a few on hand, mainly because she really likes them.

When the stall owner saw that a big customer had come, who was also a beautiful fairy, he introduced the items to Wushuang with great enthusiasm, calculated the prices of the items she had picked out, and gave her a 10% discount.

Wushuang unhesitatingly removed the spirit stone from his storage bag and gently placed it in front of the stall owner. A flicker of joy crossed the stall owner's eyes, and he quickly put the spirit stone away with a satisfied smile. However, Wushuang didn't turn away. Instead, he stood still, staring intently at the stall owner, and softly asked, "Fellow Daoist, are you open to custom orders? I'll prepare the necessary materials myself, and I'd appreciate your assistance in making them. I'd like to receive some more durable puppets."

The stall owner was slightly stunned, then replied cautiously: "It depends on what level of specific needs you have. To be honest, I'm just at the Jindan stage. There are some extremely rare or difficult-to-process materials, and I really can't do anything about them." As he said this, he smiled apologetically.

Wushuang nodded in understanding, then reached into his arms and carefully pulled out a piece of wood that exuded a faint fragrance and had a texture as fine as silk. The wood was a deep and charming brown, as if it contained endless spiritual energy and vitality.

"Please take a look at this piece of Thousand Gold Wood," Wushuang handed it to the stall owner. The stall owner's previously calm expression instantly turned into one of astonishment. His eyes widened, staring intently at the Thousand Gold Wood, his mouth slightly open, speechless for a long moment. Not only him, but also passersby and disciples at other stalls were captivated. Each of them stared intently at the piece of top-grade spiritual wood in Wushuang's hands, their faces filled with envy.

Naturally, there were also those with jealousy and greed in their eyes. At this moment, a man wearing the uniform of a direct disciple of the Tianji Pavilion stepped forward and reached out to grab the Thousand Gold Wood. Wushuang quickly withdrew her hand. Although she had a lot of this thing, she still knew how precious it was.

"I wonder if this fellow Taoist has any advice for me?" Wushuang looked at the man who came and said fiercely, "He grabbed the things in his hands. Wushuang didn't think that the other party was a good person."

The direct disciple raised his head arrogantly and looked Wushuang up and down. Seeing that he was wearing the Dao Sect's direct disciple uniform, he didn't take him seriously. He had many direct disciples, and as long as they weren't the famous ones, he didn't care about the others. He sneered, "What a big tone! Do you know who I am? How dare you talk to me like that!"

Wushuang couldn't help but feel disgusted, but she suppressed her emotions and responded calmly: "I don't care who you are, this Qianjin Wood is mine. You are so rude, are you trying to take it by force?"

Before he finished speaking, a flurry of whispers erupted from all around. Clearly, everyone wasn't surprised by the behavior of this disciple; they simply felt sorry for him. He feared that encountering this evil spirit might mean he would lose his treasure.

At this moment, the stall owner stepped forward. He bowed and said, "Junior Brother Tianyang, calm down. This is all a misunderstanding. Young lady, if you are willing to hand over the Qianjin Wood to me, I will do my best to create a puppet that satisfies you."

Wushuang thought about it for a moment and decided the stall owner's proposal was acceptable. So, she nodded, signed the contract, handed the Qianjin Wood to the stall owner, and agreed on a time to pick it up.

After Wushuang left, the disciple glared at the stall owner fiercely and left indignantly. However, he did not give up. A bigger storm was brewing...