The First Academy in the Cultivation World

"Don't ask, it's a business secret." Ling Yan'er would never say that these were drawn out at the cost of two hundred spirit stones.

Ning Wushuang didn't ask any more questions and helped Ling Yan'er to see if anyone was taking advantage of the situation.

Ling Yan'er's plates were the first to be sold out, followed by her sewing box.

Ling Yan'er's sewing box has a row of ten embroidery needles of different sizes, as well as ten rolls of thread of different colors.

It's pretty much the same sewing box you get at a dollar store, but with a little more thread.

Ten coppers was not cheap, but Ling Yan'er felt that selling it for two coppers would be a loss. However, she did not expect that it would be sold out quite quickly after selling for ten coppers.

Indeed, household necessities are always easier to sell than hairpins and beads.

It’s just a pity that what she pulled out were indeed more beads.

In the afternoon, a man dressed as a servant came to Ling Yan'er's stall with an air of superiority. He looked at her with his chin held high and said, "I heard you sell exquisite plates here. How many are left? We'll take them all."

"No more." Ling Yan'er glanced at him and replied with a frown.

"You are so lucky that my wife likes your things, and you have such an attitude!" The servant said, "There is no more now. You can go and bring some more."

"What your wife likes has nothing to do with me. It's not like there's nothing else like it." Ling Yan'er was speechless. "It's not like other kilns can't produce porcelain like this. You can go look elsewhere. It's not like you have to have mine. Even if you did, it's gone now."

The boy stepped forward and was about to overturn the stall, but Ning Wushuang released his powerful aura and froze him in place, unable to move. After a moment, he could no longer hold on and knelt on the ground, sweating profusely.

After about half a minute, Ning Wushuang put away his pressure and said lightly, "Get lost."

The boy ran away, tumbling and crawling, and before running away, he didn't forget to swear: "Just wait for me!"

A customer who was selecting something reminded them, "He's from the Lin family in the east city. The young master of the Lin family is a ruthless little bully. You should leave quickly."

"Thank you, but it's okay." Ling Yan'er said with a smile: "Do you think he just knelt here voluntarily? We hired bodyguards."

As she spoke, Ling Yan'er patted Ning Wushuang's shoulder and said, "I'm not afraid even if the entire Lin family comes."

The customer was indeed a little worried about Ling Yan'er at first, and was afraid that she would be accidentally injured, but when he thought about the boy who had just knelt here for so long and lost face, he knew that he definitely didn't do it voluntarily, which meant that the two girls were not ordinary people setting up a stall here.

But it's true, these things are not made of the best materials, but each one is exquisite. Take these beautiful bracelets for example, if you put them in a jewelry shop, you can't buy them without several taels of silver.

What's more, those exquisite hairpins and rings only cost ten copper coins, so he was tempted to pick out two for his wife.

Although Ling Yan'er said that these things will most likely change color in the future, even if they do, the style will not change.

What's more, nothing will last old. New clothes will fade after wearing for a long time.

Although I feel bad about spending ten copper coins, it is such a cheap thing and I will miss it forever.

Not long after, the servant came over with a young man in noble clothes, and the young man was followed by five thugs.

Ling Yan'er took out her cell phone and looked at the seven red names coming over. She was not surprised at all.

Are you here to destroy the stall?

This was the first time she had encountered such a thing, and she was actually a little excited.

Ling Yan'er clicked on the young man's introduction and unexpectedly discovered that the young man was actually a cultivator at the third level of Qi Refining.

No wonder ordinary people are afraid of him, it turns out he is a monk.

The seven people walked up to Ling Yan'er. The servant who had been there before bowed and said to the young man, "Young Master, it's them. They don't give the Lin family any face at all. I said we could wait, but she was unwilling to get it for the Lin family."

Ling Yan'er propped up her chin and said bluntly, "I'm just curious. Your Lin family is so rich, you can find any plate you want, but why do you have to buy something as crudely made as mine that costs ten copper coins? Is the Lin family going to fall into decline, or are you just being stingy?"

"I guess they're going to fall." Ning Wushuang said cooperatively, "For a wealthy family like this to use something worth ten copper coins is shameful to tell anyone."

Master Lin was bullied by Ling Yan'er and Ning Wushuang, and he said angrily, "Isn't it okay for me to just smash it for fun and hear the noise?"

"No way," Ling Yan'er said sternly, "I won't sell anything to someone like you who doesn't appreciate it. Do you know how hard it is to bake a plate? You don't appreciate the fruits of others' labor at all. I won't sell anything to someone like you!"

Young Master Lin threw out a silver note worth one hundred taels: "I'll buy everything you have here! One hundred taels, I can't even sell all the things here for that much silver!"

Ling Yan'er was completely puzzled. He had a bad attitude, but he was very skilled in throwing money.

Ning Wushuang picked up the banknote and threw it back at Young Master Lin's face. She really threw it right in his face. She said angrily, "You talk as if no one cares about your hundred taels. I said I won't sell it to you, and I won't sell it to you!"

As soon as Ning Wushuang said this, everyone around looked at Ning Wushuang as if they were looking at a fool.

Ling Yan'er just thought that Ning Wushuang's action was a bit handsome. Although one hundred taels was a lot, she was indeed not doing it to make money. Silver was really of little use to her.

Her food and accommodation are all in the school, and the construction of the school does not require any silver, only spirit stones.

When Ling Yan'er puts copper coins and silver into her backpack, they will not be automatically recharged like spirit stones, but will only occupy a backpack slot.

She only comes out during the winter and summer holidays, and she needs some money for things like staying in an inn and eating.

Young Master Lin was naturally timid when facing Ning Wushuang. After all, Ning Wushuang's cultivation was higher than his. When he was talking to Ling Yan'er, he could see that Ling Yan'er had no cultivation. If Ning Wushuang had not been sitting next to Ling Yan'er, he would definitely not have been so generous to give her a hundred taels of silver.

He gave Ling Yan'er a banknote with the intention of humiliating her, but unexpectedly Ling Yan'er did not respond. Instead, Ning Wushuang snatched the banknote from the air and threw it in his face.

He couldn't tell Ning Wushuang's cultivation level, so he knew he had hit a wall. He took the banknote and left angrily. As soon as he was out of Ling Yan'er and the others' sight, he slapped the servant behind him: "You bastard, can't you tell that the other party is a cultivator?"

The servant concealed this fact when he went back to complain. The only cultivator he had ever seen was his own young master, so naturally he had never thought that Ning Wushuang's cultivation was higher than his young master's.

After all, the things Ling Yan'er sold were all ordinary gadgets. He never thought that a monk would come to sell these things, and sell them at such a low price.