System, "What are you afraid of! Are you lacking money or a sword?"

Uh, although that makes sense, it's better to give money first if you can...

So Huangfu Yi walked towards Linglong Pavilion, casually tossing a Soldier Repelling Coin at the lion blocking the way. The lion sensibly retreated at once, and just as he lifted the beaded curtain, he heard the charming sound of a nightingale from the building, as crisp as shattered jade falling onto a plate,

"Oh, I wonder which Immortal Mountain's Daoist has the time to grace my Linglong Pavilion with their presence."

Huangfu Yi looked up to see a woman stepping out from behind a rosewood screen painted with large peonies. Upon closer look, the woman's figure was voluptuous, her skin like creamy jade, her eyebrows like a painting, her eyes flowing like autumn water, lips like cherries, her appearance was truly captivating.

After all, whether in the Demon Palace or Demon Sect, female cultivators seeking immortality mostly aim to preserve youth and achieve beauty like a flower or the moon, so they pay extra attention to maintaining their appearance. The owner of Linglong Pavilion surely had to at least be in the True Man Realm to establish herself in Qianyang City, so her outstanding looks were expected.

What truly left Huangfu Yi astonished was her attire.

On her head, a cloud-like hairpin with gold-threaded phoenix dangling, with twenty-four South Sea Bright Pearls. Her body was clad in a brocade great cloak with gold peacock patterns, its hem embroidered with eight fragrant and eight colorful patterns, slightly swaying to reflect glittering gold light; as for the pendant belt on her waist, it was adorned with a Hetian white jade double fish pendant, an inlaid gold and gem Qiankun Bag, a purple and gold eight treasure glazed cup, filled with countless strange treasures.

On her ten slender fingers were millennium Cold Marrow Mystic Iron rings, gold-encrusted dragon-patterned jade bracelets, and Phoenix red gold ruby rings virtually covering them all, making her a walking treasure box, simply outrageously wealthy...

"Hehe, Daoist, staring blankly like that, you'll make me shy,"

The proprietor of Linglong Pavilion leaned crookedly on the bed, flipping her slender fingers with a Kunlun jade smoking pipe in hand.

Huangfu Yi came to his senses, thinking someone so rich must have something good, so he took out the bag of Soldier Repelling Coins from his chest,

"I'm here to buy something."

The proprietor was half-smiling,

"Soldier Repelling Coins? Are you joking, Daoist? These are casually made by mountain folks to settle debts.

If you present one to exchange, they might lazily do you a favor.

But if you take out a bunch, they might prefer just killing you. I don't need these troublesome things."

"Uh, then what do you want? I've picked up a few strings of Divine Gang Coins. Do you want them?"

The proprietor snickered as well,

"Didn't you just walk into my pavilion yourself? I'm not even open for business right now.

I suppose you sensed something, saw some energy in my building, right?

We need to state yourselves clearly and settle accounts, that's the rule."

Huangfu Yi was momentarily at a loss, but fortunately, the system pointed out,

"This woman knows her stuff. She should be able to recognize when there's a bit of something substantial.

Ask her to show you some of the dirty items she's recently collected."

What? Dirty items?

"Oh ~ asking for dirty items right away, you're straightforward and bold, I like that."

However, the proprietor seemed to understand the system's jargon and her eyes lit up. She first took a puff from her pipe, blew out a fragrant smoke that veiled the entrance, then gave a signal, leading Huangfu Yi behind the rosewood screen. She then untied a brocade bag, taking out item after item of 'dirty things' onto the table.

Alright, Sword, Spear, Stick, and Saber, jewelry, cultivation secret manuals, there were indeed many items, but most were obviously stained with blood, could they not be 'dirty' things?

Huangfu Yi realized that these goods were mainly spoils from murder and robbery, likely with karmic vendettas attached. Although he too had killed many on his journey, he wisely avoided wearing the Mystic Sect disciples' Daoist robe or the Minister of Justice's thief catcher's official saber.

But while it might be hard for ordinary people to handle them, Linglong Pavilion's turnover was this large, and the proprietor was multifaceted enough, perhaps also well-versed in Artifact Refining, backed by solid support, daring to trade openly.

"Which one does the Daoist fancy?"

The proprietor half-smilingly probed, likely wanting to see how much vocabulary the naive youngster could showcase.

But who knew, Huangfu Yi didn't even need the system's advice. His eyes lit up after sweeping through the heap of dirty items, and he decided immediately, pointing at one of them,

"I want this one, name your price."

"This one?"

The proprietor looked over at the item...

"What is this?"

It was a square iron box, at first glance resembling an iron brick, though obviously not a magic treasure. The proprietor initially thought it might be a container for something, but despite turning it over and over, found no opening or talisman marks, only some faint grooves on one side, its appearance unlike creations of the Immortal Palace Mystic Sect.

Huangfu Yi did not keep it secret from her,

"It's a hard drive."

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