I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

After coming down the mountain, the two walked into the bustling market.

The streets were lined with goods, the hawkers' cries of hawking were endless, people were coming and going in the middle of the street, and occasionally a carriage passed by, and pedestrians would avoid it in advance.

Hua Jingmian initially followed Ye Zhao, occasionally casting curious glances through the crowd.

Suddenly, he ran forward.

Coming to the small stall on the left, "Boss, give me a bag of sugar-roasted chestnuts."

The boss immediately smiled and said, "Okay."

I wrapped the fragrant chestnuts in paper and handed it to him. He could still feel the warmth through the paper.

Hua Jingmian paid the money, ran to Ye Zhao, and spread out the paper. The unique sweetness and aroma of sugar-roasted chestnuts wafted over her face.

"Master, would you like to try it?"

Ye Zhao shook his head. "You eat it."

Just kidding, since he came to this world of cultivating immortals, he hasn't eaten anything except drinking tea occasionally.

After all, you won’t die if you don’t eat, and it saves you time and money, which is great.

"But..." Hua Jingmian wanted to say something, but when she looked up, she saw him walking straight into a shop on the right.

The shop was high up in the sky, with a low-key luxury. Hanging on the wall was a plaque with the words "Treasure Pavilion" written in large gold letters.

"Wait for me, Master."

He quickly wrapped the sugar-roasted chestnuts, threw them into the storage ring, and ran after him.

At the front desk on the first floor, Ye Zhao took out a waist badge with the words "Treasure Pavilion" written on it and gave it to the shopkeeper.

After the shopkeeper verified the authenticity, he handed it to the person in charge of registration and let the person go.

Ye Zhao went upstairs. Hua Jingmian wanted to follow him, but the shopkeeper stopped him and said, "You can't come in without a badge."

Hua Jingmian sighed and walked out dejectedly.

"He is with me, follow me." Ye Zhao explained quickly.

Hua Jingmian's eyes lit up and he ran over, "Yes."

Seeing that Ye Zhao had given the order, the shopkeeper naturally did not stop him and let Hua Jingmian follow Ye Zhao upstairs.

When they got upstairs, Hua Jingmian realized that the things sold on each floor were different.

Food, clothing, housing, transportation, treasures and antiques, everything is available.

When visiting the eighth floor, Hua Jingmian was attracted by it at first sight.

The air seemed to freeze, and every inch of space was surrounded by the warmth of the clay man.

On the shelves, numerous clay figurines are neatly arranged, each with different postures and rich expressions.

He walked slowly towards the clay figures.

Ye Zhao turned around and saw that he didn't follow him, but was looking at the clay figures instead. After thinking for a moment, he walked down the stairs.

The clerk who was selling clay figurines saw that Hua Jingmian was interested, so he came forward to meet him.

"Sir, which one do you like?"

Hua Jingmian shook his head slightly and said to himself, "These clay figurines are very well made. They have different expressions and are very lifelike. However, they are not what I want."

The clerk suddenly understood and said politely, "Oh, I can make it according to your requirements. Please rest assured, sir. It's just that the price is a bit high."

He put on a kind smile and gestured for money.

"How much?" Hua Jingmian became interested.

"Ten taels of silver each," said the clerk.

Hua Jingmian thought he had misheard, "What?"

"Ten taels each." The clerk leaned close to his ear and shouted.

That voice was like firecrackers exploding beside his ears, almost taking Hua Jingmian away.

"So expensive?" Hua Jingmian was distressed and unconvinced. "It's much cheaper than this when sold outside."

When the clerk heard this, his face suddenly fell. "Sir, the clay figurines I make here are not made by ordinary clay figurines masters, and the clay they use is not ordinary clay. It is clay from the immortal mountains, which absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the essence of the sun and moon."

"That's all?" Hua Jingmian was dumbfounded. "That's it?"

The clerk looked mysterious and said, "You'll know when you buy one and take it home."

Hua Jingmian felt his purse and found only a few copper coins left. His financial situation did not support his hobby.

"No." He refused flatly.

Seeing that he was stubborn in words but his eyes never left his side, Ye Zhao said, "I'll take you there."