The transaction is almost over here.

But Jiucai Rong knows there's one last step.

The old steward said that when the Red Sun begins, not only do we make a fortune selling weapons, but we also need to show our fearsome reputation as a prelude for the Manor Master's future actions.

Tell them, our Sword Casting Manor is coming!

Honestly, this client's demands are too outrageous.

They want this and that, we're just selling a weapon after all... but they like this kind of challenging task.

And how to use the weapons transaction to intimidate the city?

Probably by showcasing our Demon Cultivator aura.

After all, we've portrayed ourselves as very friendly, smiling kindly, extremely cold, almost like Righteous people, giving Mature Businesswoman Zhang Huaping a pleasant impression.

Now we have to act a bit more evil.

"Oh, by the way, this Painting Card has a flaw that's not actually a flaw," Jiucai Rong suddenly said, beginning his performance.

"What flaw?" Zhang Huaping thought the other party was quite thorough.

"For example, this."

Jiucai Rong took out a pair of shoes for demonstration.

"When people wear shoes, if they have to use their toes to type, how can they see the words?"

"Generally, experienced Five-Body Realm friends know they can dig out an eyeball during combat, put it in the shoe to see, and fight while watching."

Zhang Huaping was a bit shocked.

"That won't work." Zhang Huaping rejected it with a vote.

Neither in terms of acceptance nor practicality can it be used in real combat.

Zhang Huaping said, "You can remove the entire head and still see, but if the eyeball is removed, you can't see anything. Once the nerve is cut, it can't transmit neural signals remotely, unless someone cultivates a special technique."

The self-styled cruel Demon Cultivator expert Jiucai Rong suddenly felt a bit awkward.

I can't even secretly peek by putting an eyeball in my shoe?

It's ruined.

Our ferocious Demon Cultivator aura has turned into a ridiculous aura.

Of course, Zhang Huaping didn't take the eyeball-in-shoe prank seriously.

This manor is full of perverts, telling twisted jokes like this is normal.

"This is just a little opening act to liven up the atmosphere. Our real method is this!"

Jiucai Rong took out the insole from the shoes and looked at it in his hand:

"In battle, you can write with your foot, and when you're not fighting, just take off your shoe, take it out, and look."

Zhang Huaping found this method quite normal.

Much more reliable than before, simple and practical.

"Of course, there's an even simpler way."

Jiucai Rong untied the shoelaces, using the cloth shoe as a mask, tying the shoelaces around the back of his head:

"You can still watch this way. Wearing the shoe on your face is more convenient, and if you're up for it, you can stick your tongue on the insole to write while isolating external poison gas."

"Isn't it wonderful!"

Jiucai Rong demonstrated using the mask and shoe, showing a creepy, amiable smile, licking the shoe like crazy.

Ha chi~ Ha chi!~~

His voice was perverted and twisted, licking so much that he licked the shoe off.

And it must be said, the chocolate-flavor mud shoe made by the Food God tasted quite good.

???

Zhang Huaping felt a great shock.

Suddenly, she recalled that the Painting Card was quite popular.

If many people use it, the whole region's style would be completely different.

These Demon Cultivators are actually trying to lead us astray, pulling Pingchang City into their strange mental world.

She visualized the scene:

In combat, a cultivator suddenly feels a message from below their feet, hastily takes off their shoe, continues fighting while eagerly tying the shoe to their nose to smell, and drooling as they communicate with their tongue?

She felt a bit scared.

Honestly, she had seen a lot of Demon Cultivators and knew they could easily become mentally unstable.

Some were sadists.

Some were jesters.

This manor is even more exaggerated, crafting weapons from the skin and bones of their only friend, and gifting it to her—how perverse and twisted is that.

Before her eyes was possibly another super perverse act.

Forcing our city's cultivators to perform these disgusting actions and spreading it outward.

——Humiliating the cultivators of Pingchang City!

Before she came, she already knew, following the bandit-like style of Demon Cultivators, they would definitely attack during their weakening period under the Red Sun.

This was a consensus among all the families and clans in the Pingchang City area!

Inside the city, they quietly prepared defenses, leaving strength for a counterattack against the schemes of the Sword Casting Demon Manor.

Combining the timing, this Demon Cultivator is probably announcing a small crime before the Red Sun strikes, informing everyone in Pingchang City.

——He's about to arrive!

She seemed to see a twisted, bloody eyeball emerge from the shadows:

"Don't rush, I'll come again later. For now, I'll let you do some disgusting things, and keep you living in fear of my possible arrival."

"I want to see if you'll use them."

...

Zhang Huaping didn't dare to speak; she was just a small figure, a scapegoat for the handover, afraid of ruining the demon cultivators' twisted proclamation.

"This time at Red Sun, things are really not going to be peaceful... though everyone knew from the start that these bandits would make a move, right?"

Zhang Huaping didn't know how she left.

After finishing the handover of a batch of goods, she left, dazed, with the first batch of five hundred painting card blind boxes.

As she passed through the teleportation array, the old shopkeeper continued to look at her with a worried face: "What's the matter?"

The old shopkeeper was used to her dazed state.

Because every time Zhang Huaping came back, she always looked deeply shocked.

For instance, last time, she received a ghost as a gift. She came back saying her friend had died, skinned and made into a weapon for her, leaving a huge psychological shadow.

This time, her spirit seems similarly traumatized!

"Is this the Zhang Huaping handling the handover?"

A group of new shopkeepers from the business alliance were also there.

They were preparing to hand over a new series of weapons, wanting a share too, and looked quite surprised.

"Is she always like this?" one old shopkeeper asked in amazement.

A mature businesswoman shopkeeper sneered:

"I've heard she's been a seasoned demon hunter for over twenty years, how could she be so scared? Seems she's just a big name with nothing backing it! Fear means death, and she comes back scared every time?"

Everyone frowned secretly, feeling dissatisfied.

Being afraid once or twice is understandable.

But typically, people become accustomed to fear, yet she returns scared each time, evidently not learning from experience.

She was probably frightened by the same thing each time.

After all, it couldn't be something different terrifying her every time she went.

"Being scared by the same thing each time, it really seems cowardly and timid!"

The mature businesswoman shopkeeper laughed:

"If it really doesn't work, I'll have my nephew handle this transaction."

"He's an old hand at hunting ghosts and demons, has seen everything, right? Instead of you always being startled and fearful, truly embarrassing Pingchang City, making those demon cultivators belittle us!"

"If your nephew went, he'd likely die on the spot." The old shopkeeper stood up to defend Zhang Huaping.

Zhang Huaping felt a bit touched, as her inner anguish was only known by the old shopkeeper.

A good friend of the old shopkeeper kindly disclosed:

"I've heard last time, in that manor, the only friend helping her died, skinned and boned, made into a weapon and delivered to her hands. Can you imagine such demon cultivators? Simply twisted!"

Everyone gasped.

Even the cold, mocking mature businesswoman shopkeeper was shocked.

What a heart-wrenching way of killing.

They've seen rather famous brutal demon cultivators, killing whole families, and then making bloody corpse specimens to give to the survivors!

But this was even more cruel.

Torturing and killing your friend, skinning them, crafting into a weapon, and giving it to you as a gift, so you carry the weapon daily, witnessing your friend's tragic fate....

Any normal person would despair long ago, and be incredibly angry, not daring to face those malefactors.

Yet Zhang Huaping still dared to climb the mountain!

Zhang Huaping is extraordinary; her psychological resilience is extremely strong!

Thinking back, they only felt chills running down their spine.

The old shopkeeper continued defending Zhang Huaping: "But that's just one of the times; she returns each time showing similarly immense fear."

So it's different every time?

How twisted are the demon cultivators on that mountain, able to frighten an experienced demon hunter with some small display each time?

"I wrongly accused you." The mature businesswoman shopkeeper took a deep breath.

Just for the skinning and boning weapon delivery to a friend alone, she didn't dare send her nephew there.

Even the surrounding eager shopkeepers remained silent.

They were all seasoned in the field.

Experienced businesspeople who grew up in this haunted world, yet had never seen anything so twisted.

If Zhang Huaping didn't go, they wouldn't dare send their shop's confidants there.

As the liaison for both sides, she now seemed unusually important.

And news quickly spread to various families in Pingchang City.

Great cultivators exuding intense pressure wore grave expressions, ready to defend.

A deep voice echoed:

"They are so arrogant! Even issuing such twisted previews, this time, we must tighten our defenses; big trouble may be coming."

Another voice sneered:

"Hmph, didn't they just escape a certain lord's punishment? Escaped with their lives, what's there to boast about, wanting to take advantage during our troubles in Pingchang City again!"

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