Mythology Management System

Walking on Chishui Street, Fu Jiu noticed that there were significantly fewer pedestrians than usual today, which puzzled him.

Chishui Street is also one of the seven major streets in Qingshui City that sell resources for cultivators. Behind it stands Zhanlong Pavilion, one of the three underground dragons.

Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any problems here, but today he felt a sense of impending storm.

However, he didn't take it to heart. What did these grudges have to do with him? He was just here to buy some things.

Seeing a familiar shop, Fu Jiu straightened his collar and went inside.

Cultivating with the help of the Qi and Blood Fruit requires a large number of demonic beasts, and the small market in the East District simply cannot meet his needs.

Moreover, he has acquaintances there, and any slightly larger movement would attract the attention of those with ulterior motives.

It's different here. Chishui Street is a large and prosperous place, with countless people coming to wholesale monsters. They can sell thousands of first-tier monsters a day, so they don't need his few more.

"Hey, hello shopkeeper." Fu Jiu greeted a middle-aged man who was wiping his glasses.

"Here we go again?" The middle-aged man put down his glasses, a smile appearing on his face.

"Yes, business at home is good; we sell several demonic beasts every day," Fu Jiu replied with a smile.

This was the excuse he made up when he came to import monsters before. It wasn't easy to arouse suspicion. Besides, the shopkeeper was an ordinary person, so he wasn't afraid of being found out.

This shop is considered one of the top shops on Chishui Street. It has five floors. The first floor sells monsters, the second floor sells spiritual medicines, the third floor sells weapons, the fourth floor is a VIP area, and the fifth floor is unknown. No one has ever been seen going up there.

"Why are there so few people today?" Fu Jiu asked casually.

Normally, this place is bustling with people, and it's not unusual for the more than 1,000 square meters on the first floor to be packed with people, but today there are only a handful of people.

"Sigh~" the shopkeeper sighed.

"Business is probably going to be tough these next few days."

"What's wrong?" Fu Jiu asked, becoming increasingly curious.

"It's all because the Black Dragon Society wants to cause trouble. I heard that one of the Black Dragon Society's leaders had an accident yesterday, and they're trying to pin it on the Dragon Slayer Pavilion. The two gangs had a fight early this morning. Now, who would dare to come here to buy anything?" The shopkeeper sighed deeply, full of bitterness.

These gang wars don't bother the customers much; they can just go to another street to buy things.

It's tough on these businesses. Their sales have been plummeting since this morning, and they're almost losing money. Who can they complain to?

Fu Jiu chuckled upon hearing this, thinking to himself that the Black Dragon Society was quite interesting. The real culprit was still at large, yet they were already going after the Dragon Slayer Pavilion. He wondered if they were genuinely stupid or just pretending, but why did they insist that the Dragon Slayer Pavilion was behind it?

"Don't worry, a fight will eventually have a winner and a loser. After it's over, business will still have to go on, won't it?" Fu Jiu said cheerfully.

"That's what I say, but the turnover will definitely drop a lot in the end." The shopkeeper gave a wry smile.

"It's also because we only sell ordinary goods here, nothing special, you can buy them anywhere. If we had some exclusive items, that would be great, so even if customers wanted to leave, they wouldn't be able to."

"Haha, it will happen, it will happen." Fu Jiu thought of his Qi and Blood Fruit, but now was not the time to take it out.

"Shopkeeper, I heard that a mysterious fruit appeared at the Crystal Auction House auction a couple of days ago that could allow ordinary people to directly become first-level cultivators. Is that true?" Fu Jiu appropriately revealed a hint of envy.

"Yes, we sold over three hundred spirit stones, which is equivalent to our shop's monthly profit." The shopkeeper didn't seem to care much; these kinds of things are rare and hard to come by, so he could only look on with envy.

When Fu Jiu heard that it had sold for more than 300 spirit stones, his eyes twitched. He had only sold it for 100 spirit stones, and the Crystal Auction House had made more than 200 spirit stones in profit. They were really greedy.

At that moment, a middle-aged man dressed in thick clothes came down from the escalator.

The middle-aged man had a stubble beard, rolled-up trousers, and carried a large cleaver on his back that looked like it was used for chopping grass.

Upon seeing Fu Jiu, his eyes lit up, and he stepped forward, saying, "Young man, you look somewhat unfamiliar."

Fu Jiu secretly took a step back, somewhat cautiously asking, "Who is this gentleman?"

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting a bit awkward, the shopkeeper quickly stepped in to defuse the situation: "Young man, please don't be offended. This is the big boss behind our shop. He doesn't talk much usually, so please forgive him if his words are offensive."

"Haha, yes, yes, young brother, please don't be offended." The middle-aged man nodded, his eyes filled with increasing satisfaction as he looked at Fu Jiu.

Fu Jiu shivered, sensing that the other person's gaze was somewhat strange.

"Young man, you're almost at the third rank, aren't you? I wonder if you've joined any faction?" the burly man inquired.

Fu Jiu understood; it turned out they wanted to recruit him.

With his current strength, which is about to reach the third tier, he is indeed a talent worth recruiting.

However, he had no desire to join any random or shady factions. Besides, he had already established his own power, so why would he be willing to be subordinate to anyone else?

Shaking his head, Fu Jiu politely declined, "Thank you for your kind offer, brother, but I already have a place to go, so I won't trouble you any further."

A hint of disappointment flashed in the burly man's eyes, but he didn't force the issue. He laughed heartily and said, "Then I won't make things difficult for you, young man. Living in Qingshui City, we're bound to have dealings in the future. If you ever change your mind, just come find me here."

Seeing that the big man wasn't very angry, Fu Jiu roughly figured out his personality. He shrugged and said, "Then I'll have to ask this brother for help."

After exchanging pleasantries, Fu Jiu selected a few vigorous first-tier demonic beasts, picked up the cages, and quickly left. Who knew if the big man would change his mind and capture him?

You should know that, in his perception just now, this big man had the strength of the fourth rank. If they really fought, he could take him down in a few minutes.

In his previous life, Fu Jiu did not stay in Qingshui City for long. When he returned, he left Qingshui City immediately after avenging his two brothers.

Therefore, he was completely unfamiliar with the high-level forces in Qingshui City and did not recognize the big man's identity for a moment.

Seeing Fu Jiu leave, and with few people left in the shop, the shopkeeper bowed to the burly man and respectfully addressed him as "Master."

The burly man looked at the entrance with some regret: "What a pity. The Dragon Slayer Pavilion is currently short-handed. If we could recruit a talent who is about to enter the third rank, the pressure on the lower ranks would be greatly reduced."

The shopkeeper nodded, feeling angry at the thought of the conflict between the two families. He said resentfully, "I don't know what's gotten into the Black Dragon Society. They're convinced that we killed Fatty Fish, and they've been attacking Chishui Street like crazy since early this morning."

"Several second-tier brothers below have been seriously injured, and quite a few first-tier brothers have also died or been injured."

"Just a bunch of mindless beasts." The big man shook his head and said, "That mad dragon never considers the consequences of his actions."

Rough fingertips slid across the blade of the guillotine, a bright glint flashing past, the burly man's eyes turning icy.

"If he seeks death in this life, then I'll kill him again!"