Clan Cultivation: The Ye Clan

Ye Zhenzhen couldn't help but think of herself in her previous life. Looking at Ji Xiaqing's pitiful and pleading eyes, she had actually overestimated herself and stepped in to help him drive away the abuser, bring him back to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and beg her master, Master Puxian, to accept him as a personal disciple.

Ye Zhenzhen thought to herself, how foolish she had been back then! Why hadn't she investigated properly? If he was really that miserable, how could he have had time to create a victim persona for himself? How could he have gradually ruined his elder brother's reputation? As a result, after he returned from his studies, he almost effortlessly got his father to abandon his elder brother and support his ascension to the position of young patriarch of the Ji family, and after that, there was no news of his elder brother ever again.

Such a cunning and far-sighted person, it's no loss to be outsmarted by him!

As they were thinking this, they finished their meal and Ye Shiqing led Ye Zhenrong toward the stall area.

Upon reaching the entrance of the market area, Ye Zhenzhen asked Ye Zhenrong, "Fifth Brother, how's your Crimson Eye Spiritual Eye training going?"

As she spoke, she raised her eyebrows smugly, "How about it? We're about to enter the stall area. Want to have a competition? Let's see how many treasures we can find."

Ye Zhenrong: "Tsk tsk tsk, look at your smug look. Let's have a competition, who's afraid of who?"

After speaking, the three of them walked straight into the entrance of the stall area. The stall area was shaped like the Chinese character "目" (eye), with clear horizontal and vertical divisions, making it convenient for pedestrians to buy and sell.

As Ye Zhenzhen walked, she activated her Crimson Eyes of Spirit to look around for any treasures.

Speaking of the Crimson Eyes Spiritual Eyes technique, which affects the eyes, the first level of the technique allows one to see the spiritual energy fluctuations on objects. Legend has it that if one can reach the highest level, one can see through all the illusions of the world.

Ye Zhenzhen is currently only at the fourth level of Qi Refining, and this cultivation technique has only been practiced to the first level. In fact, it is not very useful for Taobao. However, Ye Zhenzhen remembers that she has always been quite lucky. In her previous life, she encountered many treasures. It's just that she is easily swayed, and others always manage to find ways to trick her out of them.

Ugh, it's just utterly miserable.

Ye Zhenzhen put her thoughts aside and looked at the stalls on both sides of the road. There were stalls selling spiritual herbs and medicines, spiritual weapons and swords, all kinds of seeds, books and jade slips, pills and talismans, all sorts of things.

Ye Zhenzhen walked slowly, looking around. She passed a small stall where several rusty swords, a broken alchemy furnace, a few unknown stones, two rusty bells, a wooden bracelet, and a dark bead were displayed on a tattered cloth.

Ye Zhenzhen had only glanced at them initially, but when her gaze fell on the two bells, she was shocked. How could Qingyin Ling be here? She remembered that in her previous life, she bought these bells at Wanbao Market at the foot of Wanjian Sect Mountain. Before she could figure out the function of these bells, Shen Leling tricked her into giving them to her as compensation.

Ugh, how stupid. This time, we absolutely have to win.

Ye Zhenzhen pretended not to care and squatted down in front of the stall. She reached out and picked up the simple wooden bracelet. To be honest, the bracelet was quite nice. Ye Zhenzhen put the bracelet on her wrist, held it up, and then turned to Ye Zhenrong and said, "Fifth Brother, what do you think of this bracelet?" After saying that, she didn't forget to wink deliberately and give him a meaningful look.

Seeing her sister's expression, Ye Zhenrong instantly understood what she wanted to do, so she cooperated and said, "It's alright, just so-so."

The stall owner's eyes gleamed when he saw the three people in front of him. One was an adult with two teenagers. Although their clothes were ordinary, they looked unfamiliar, probably an elder leading family disciples on a training expedition. They weren't asking prices, just gesturing with their hands, suggesting they had plenty of spirit stones. What a fat sheep! More importantly, these kinds of people are usually just passing through, not staying long, so overcharging them wouldn't have any consequences. A big customer; he had to be thoroughly fooled.

The stall owner smiled sincerely and said, "Young friend, you have excellent taste! The treasures on my stall were obtained after going through countless hardships from an ancient cultivator's cave. They are all good things. Young friend, take a look and don't miss them when you pass by!"

Ye Zhenzhen wore a standard smile on her face, but inwardly rolled her eyes. Is this the same sales pitch used by all street vendors selling miscellaneous items? Good stuff? If it were good stuff, why would you put it out to sell instead of keeping it for yourself? Who would believe that? The vendor had probably tested everything on the stall, and only put out useless, mundane items.

While thinking to herself, Ye Zhenzhen asked innocently, "How many spirit stones does this bracelet cost?"

The stall owner thought he had caught a fat sheep, so he pretended to be reluctant and said, "This bracelet was used by a Golden Core cultivator. I was originally reluctant to sell it. Since you want it, I will reluctantly part with it and sell it to you for 2000 spirit stones."

Upon hearing this, Ye Zhenzhen was shocked. She thought to herself: "Stadium owner, you're really brave! You dare to ask for 2000 spirit stones for a wooden bracelet without any spiritual energy. You really think I'm a fat sheep!"

Ye Zhenzhen silently stood up and said to Ye Zhenrong, "Fifth Brother, it's too expensive, let's not go."

After saying that, he turned and left without giving the stall owner a chance to react.

The stall owner was bewildered. What happened? Why did they just leave? The stall owner quickly shouted, "Young friend, don't be in such a hurry! The price is negotiable, isn't it? How about 1500 spirit stones?"

Ye Zhenzhen did not turn around and continued walking forward.

The stall owner grew anxious. These were all ordinary items without any spirit; he should sell them as soon as possible, as they were useless to him. "Fellow Daoist, how many spirit stones do you want?"

Hearing this, Ye Zhenzhen turned around and slowly walked back to the stall. "Let me tell you, it's 20 spirit stones."

The stall owner quickly replied, "Sure."

Ye Zhenzhen: "What I mean is that the entire 20 spirit stones on the stall belong to me."

The stall owner stared at Ye Zhenzhen with wide, incredulous eyes, thinking, "How can you say such shameless things so brazenly?"

He said directly, "No." Then, pointing to the short swords, he said, "These swords were originally magical artifacts. They can be repaired and still be used."

Ye Zhenzhen was also afraid that the negotiations would fall apart, so she took a step back and said, "Alright, alright, then you can keep those swords, and I'll take the rest of the 20 spirit stones, is that okay?" As she spoke, she put on a look of being taken advantage of and handed 20 spirit stones to the stall owner.

The stall owner quickly took the spirit stones, then put away a few swords and said, "The rest are yours. I've sold almost everything on this stall, so I'm leaving now."

Ye Zhenzhen wrapped the other items in a rag and prepared to put them into the storage bag, but suddenly felt that she couldn't put them in. Ye Zhenzhen thought to herself, "There are storage magic items inside." (Note: The storage bag is the lowest level of storage magic item. A low-level storage magic item can hold a high-level storage magic item, but the reverse is not true.)

Ye Zhenzhen silently began to put the items on the rag into her storage bag one by one, trying to find out which one was a storage artifact.