Nonsense! How could my adopted son be a villain?

Xu Lingguang stared at the bronze furnace for a moment. The lid was damaged, and the body was covered with greenish-blue patina. It was dilapidated and old, and it was impossible to see where the treasure was. He couldn't help but ask doubtfully, "Didn't you just say there was no treasure? You must have seen wrong."

“If I say it’s a treasure, then it’s definitely a treasure. Take it back first so I can take a closer look.”

Mu Yun puffed out his cheeks, a little angry that he had questioned his own talent and ability, but he was also a little guilty because he really couldn't tell what kind of treasure it was. It was just that his instincts made him feel that it was a treasure and he had to get his hands on it.

Xu Lingguang thought for a moment, then walked to the stall.

He didn't immediately ask about the price of the bronze incense burner. Instead, he casually glanced at it and asked about a dagger: "How much is this?"

The stall owner, who hadn't managed to snag a good spot and was worried about not having any business, quickly said upon seeing a sucker arrive, "This is a bladeless dagger produced by the Hidden Edge Sect, five hundred low-grade spirit stones."

Xu Lingguang naturally couldn't recognize whether the sword was a bladeless dagger or not, but since his real intention was elsewhere, he frowned and showed a disdainful expression, saying, "A dagger costs five hundred low-grade spirit stones? That's too expensive!"

He then casually pointed to the bronze stove next to him: "And this one?"

"This costs three hundred low-grade spirit stones." The stall owner, a shrewd-looking middle-aged woman, eagerly promoted the item, saying, "This is something I brought out from the Night Whisper Secret Realm. Don't let its worn appearance fool you; it might just be a treasure."

Xu Lingguang chuckled: "Are you treating me like a sucker? If it were really a treasure, why don't you keep it for yourself?"

The stall owner smiled and said, "I'm just short of money. Even treasures need to wait for the right person."

Xu Lingguang said, "I'll take this dagger and the bronze furnace for one hundred low-grade spirit stones."

The stall owner looked embarrassed: "You don't haggle like that. I spent a lot of effort to get this price."

"Then forget it. It's just a fun little gadget anyway, not worth more than a hundred." With that, Xu Lingguang turned to leave.

The stall owner quickly grabbed him: "Add another hundred, and you can take all two hundred low-grade spirit stones."

Xu Lingguang hesitated: "One hundred and fifty, that's the most I can do."

"Fine, fine, one hundred and fifty it is." The stall owner gritted her teeth and compromised. She had been sitting there for a long time and had finally met a sucker. She just wanted to get rid of all the trash as soon as possible.

As Xu Lingguang handed her the spirit stone and reached for the dagger and bronze furnace, a hand suddenly reached out from the side and snatched the dagger away: "I want this dagger."

“I’ve already paid for this dagger.” Xu Lingguang frowned as he looked at the other party.

The newcomer appeared to be in his early twenties, with fair skin, dressed in a black outfit, and carrying a long sword at his waist. Judging from his attire, he seemed to be a disciple of the Cangfeng Sect.

"So what if I paid? What I want is mine." Meng Shuisheng sneered, looking at Xu Lingguang with an arrogant expression, tossing the dagger in her hand, clearly provoking him.

Xu Lingguang had no intention of causing trouble. He took a deep breath and said in a gentle tone, "This dagger and bronze furnace cost a total of one hundred and fifty low-grade spirit stones. Give me one hundred low-grade spirit stones and the dagger is yours."

Meng Shuisheng was almost amused by him: "Look at your poor appearance, you even ask for a hundred low-grade spirit stones."

He took out one hundred low-grade spirit stones from his pouch and threw them on the ground: "Here, go pick them up yourself if you want."

Although Xu Lingguang disliked causing trouble, it didn't mean he would tolerate being bullied. He stopped Youyu, who was about to attack with a cold expression, bent down to pick up the spirit stones, placed them in Meng Shuisheng's hand, and smiled at him: "Those who are unwilling to pay even a hundred low-grade spirit stones and have to resort to robbery are the poorer ones, aren't they?"

Meng Shuisheng's expression changed, and he was about to make a move, but when he tried to mobilize his spiritual energy, he found that the spiritual energy in his meridians was like stagnant water with no response. At the same time, a strange itch spread rapidly in his palm. He immediately realized that he had been tricked and glared at Xu Lingguang: "What did you do to me?"

Xu Lingguang looked completely innocent, still smiling: "Don't try to slander me with baseless accusations. I'm just returning the spirit stones to you. What could I possibly do to you?"

Meng Shuisheng's face twitched. He was usually arrogant and domineering, always the one bullying others; no one dared to offend him. He was only in a bad mood today, which was why he picked on this poor, unpleasant fellow he didn't like.

But he never expected that a poor, penniless monk would dare to plot against him.

Meng Shuisheng drew her sword from her waist and was about to slash at Xu Lingguang. Xu Lingguang, holding the cub, retreated in panic. He spotted a patrol of disciples and immediately shouted, "Help! Murder!"

The patrolling disciples included members of the Hidden Edge Sect and the Nine Turns Manor. Upon hearing the shouts, they immediately rushed over.

Xu Lingguang, clutching the cub, ran behind them in terror and preemptively complained, "This person has suddenly gone mad and is indiscriminately hurting people. You have to do something about it."

Just then, Meng Shuisheng's drug took effect, and he was overcome with an unbearable itch all over his body. He couldn't help but scratch himself, completely unaware that his clothes were being torn off.

Xu Lingguang, hiding behind, clicked his tongue and said, "How can he still be such a shameless exhibitionist?"

Tormented by the intense itching and consumed by rage, Meng Shuisheng staggered, raised his knife, and charged at Xu Lingguang with a ferocious expression: "You bastard, I'll kill you!"

The disciples of Jiuzhuan Mountain Villa intervened and stopped him.

At this moment, the disciples of the Hidden Edge Sect in the group finally recognized him and exclaimed in surprise, "Senior Brother Meng?"

Upon seeing his own people, Meng Shuisheng threw down his knife, frantically scratching his chest as he shouted hatefully, "Kill him!"

The disciples of the Hidden Edge Sect looked troubled: "Senior Brother Meng, are you alright? Shall we take you back first?"

He reached out to help Meng Shuisheng up, but Meng Shuisheng kicked him to the ground. Meng Shuisheng, her eyes red with anger, yelled, "I told you to kill this bitch! Are you deaf?"

The disciple who had been kicked lay timidly on the ground, speechless.

The onlookers whispered among themselves, "Who is this person, so arrogant and domineering?"

"It seems to be the son of Master Qiyao of the Cangfeng Sect, named Meng Shuisheng. I heard that Master Qiyao only has this one son, and he cherishes him very much. Even ordinary disciples in the Cangfeng Sect have to be careful what they say to him..."

"I had only heard about it before, but I didn't expect him to be even more domineering than the rumors suggested. He would beat up any of the enforcement disciples of the Cangfeng Sect without any mercy."

Xu Lingguang, who was listening from behind, suddenly remembered that among the people who had come to kill him before, there was a Nine Swords Master who seemed to be from the Hidden Edge Sect.

His impression of Zangfengmen instantly soured.

However, he only used the Itching Pill to teach this纨绔 (wán kù, a spoiled brat) a lesson today out of momentary anger. He couldn't even handle a Nine Swords True Person, and provoking a Seven Luminaries True Person would be a loss. He mouthed to Youyu, preparing to quietly retreat, when he saw a young man in red from the enforcement team walk out, smiling as he squatted down in front of Meng Shuisheng, who was rolling on the ground, and said with a surprised tone, "Oh. Isn't this Young Master Meng?"

"What's wrong with Young Master Meng? Why is he rolling around on the ground?"

The boy's mouth was truly sharp; he clicked his tongue and said, "Anyone who didn't know better would think that Young Master Meng was taking advantage of the crowd to perform for money."

Xu Lingguang, hiding behind, couldn't help but burst out laughing.