My cross-dimensional black market shop has a 100% return rate.

Monk Wu Da didn't stand on ceremony and nodded, saying, "Thank you, sister. You go ahead and gather the things; I have other things to do."

Gan San Niang was curious about what Wu Da was going to do, but seeing that Wu Da was heading into that shady inn, she followed him in.

Since the two were closest to the kitchen, they naturally went there first. Gan San Niang rummaged through everything, looking for something useful.

But besides the corpses, human flesh, and some knives and kitchen utensils, there was nothing else in the kitchen. She searched around but found nothing.

Because the kitchen was stuffy and hot, the corpses who had been working there, including Liu Fugui, were all shirtless, with nowhere to hide their belongings, making it impossible for Gan San Niang to search them.

In that case, the good stuff must be hidden somewhere else. Let's go check out the front first, and then go check where they sleep.

Gan San Niang made up her mind and prepared to leave, but before she did, she saw her elder brother Wu Da find a piece of cloth, wipe a wall haphazardly, then dip it in the blood on the ground and scribbled a few large characters—

The murderer was Wu Da from Guiyun Temple!

After finishing writing, he threw the cloth aside, let out a satisfied sigh, and laughed loudly, "This time, the 'bird' character is definitely written by me, Wu Da!"

Gan San Niang then realized what Wu Da meant when he said he still had things to do.

She couldn't help but smile and said, "Good and evil will eventually be rewarded, and fortunes will turn. When those bastards from Songgou Mountain come here and see the corpses scattered on the ground and the word 'brother,' I wonder what they will think?"

Wu Da clapped his hands and said, "Why bother with those bastards? I'm going to pack up the goods. You stay here and do your tidying up, just let me know."

Gan San Niang nodded and said, "Okay."

The two got busy with their own tasks. Wu Da picked up his staff and went out the door, heading back the way they had come to check on the supplies they had left behind.

Gan San Niang searched the front desk and found only some watered-down wine. She then searched the back courtyard and found some silver and sleeping potion, but nothing else.

There was quite a bit of silver; she roughly weighed it and estimated it to be over fifty taels. But besides that, there was nothing else.

"What can these things do? Why would the Immortal Master like money? And this sleeping potion? The Immortal Master is so capable, and he runs a legitimate shop. Why would he need sleeping potion? What am I to do?"

Gan San Niang muttered to herself, deeply troubled.

She searched around again and, thankfully, found some undiluted wine, which was excellent yellow wine. When she lifted the jar, she saw that the wine was clear and bright, as if it had been filtered many times, without any impurities or foam.

"Alas... let's offer these to the immortal for now. We have nothing else to offer, what else can we do..."

Gan San Niang sighed and moved all these things out and put them together. Suddenly, she heard a series of creaking sounds outside. She quickly grabbed a baton in one hand and pepper spray in the other and peeked outside.

She now only recognizes these two treasures; as for the blunt blade and the red cotton lasso at her waist, she is completely unfamiliar with them.

However, when she peeked out, she breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that the person who came was none other than her elder brother, Wu Da.

That monk was incredibly strong; he pulled the cart all by himself, making a creaking sound as it arrived here.

Seeing this, Gan San Niang poked her head out.

When Wu Da saw Gan San Niang, he asked, "Sister, I've checked everything. Is yours ready?"

Gan San Niang asked, "I've finished searching here, brother. What's in that box?"

Wu Da said, "It's just some tea leaves, two boxes of tea cakes and one box of loose tea, stored in a tin can. I wonder if the immortal you mentioned would find it interesting?"

Gan San Niang thought to herself that the owner of the goods was a tea merchant who traveled between the north and south. The two boxes of tea cakes and one box of loose tea must have been their goods for this trip. They were sent up the mountain by Zhang Yuanzi. The more than fifty cartloads of silver were probably their travel expenses, but they were withheld by Liu Fugui and Zhang Yuanzi, so they are in the shop.

Tea is extremely precious here, and ordinary people can't afford it. Even when I was on the estate, I could only occasionally get some tea cakes to brew and drink.

As for those loose teas, it is said that they were newly made by someone in the south, and no one has ever seen them before. Only high-ranking officials and nobles have the opportunity to enjoy them.

I've never seen tea leaves at the Immortal's place; perhaps they're a rare commodity for him?

Gan San Niang thought to herself, shook her head, and said, "I don't know either. Brother, I'll take you to an inn right now. You can use these tea leaves to pay for the room and see how much that offsets."

She thought for a moment, then took out about twenty-five taels of silver and handed it to Wu Da, saying, "Brother, keep this. If the tea doesn't cover much of the rent, use this to pay for it."

"It costs one tael of silver per day at the Immortal's place. This amount should be enough for twenty-five days. I really intend to give the remaining twenty-five taels to the Immortal as a token of my gratitude, but I cannot give it to you."

Wu Da immediately nodded and said, "This success is all thanks to these two treasures of yours, and you have also gained a place of refuge. You should thank the immortal master."

"Since that's the case, then don't give me this silver. How can I accept something meant as a gift for the immortal?"

Despite Gan San Niang's repeated attempts to persuade him, Wu Da remained adamant in refusing to accept the tea. Helpless, Gan San Niang had no choice but to give up, saying, "Very well, I only hope that these tea leaves will be considered a precious item for you, Immortal Master..."

Wu Da, however, was quite magnanimous. He laughed and said, "It's already a bonus to be able to go to the realm of immortals for even a day. Why force it?"

I'll stay as many days as I can, and if I can't, that's just fate, nothing to worry about.

Gan San Niang stopped worrying and, with a thought, disappeared from this world.

Wu Da's eyes widened. Although he had seen this scene before and was prepared, he was still somewhat astonished to see Gan San Niang disappear from his sight again.

A moment later, he suddenly sensed something, his expression changed, he looked at the cartload of boxes he had brought, then at his staff and clothes, touched his bald head, and grinned.

The next moment, he vanished from this world just like Gan San Niang.

After a long time, the weather became hotter and drier, and merchants began to pass by. When they entered the small shop with the wine flag hanging there, they were so frightened that they staggered back and fled in panic.

There was no one in the front of the shop, but the kitchen in the back was filled with a stench and swarming flies.

After a while, a group of people came riding in from a distance, leading their horses slowly as they talked:

"That's strange, where could Wu Da have run off to? How come the authorities can't catch him, and we can't find him either?"

"The strategist has failed this time."

"Everyone makes mistakes, and even horses stumble, but it's not a big deal. Besides, Wu Da is now a wanted man; let's see where he can run to."

"Absolutely! Absolutely! Hahahaha!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

They arrived at the shop chatting and laughing, tied up their horses, and were stunned when they entered.

"Wu Da!"

"You filthy monk! I'll curse your ancestors!"

The roar came from inside the store and only dissipated after a long distance.