The Way of the Immortal Master

This place isn't even an officially recognized business area in Gale City. It is just formed by the spontaneous gathering of many merchants.

Many low-level monks, and even mortals, set up stalls in this place to sell some items of unknown origin.

In fact, the items they sell are not of much value. In the eyes of a foundation-building monk like Meng Zhang, it was nothing but tatters.

Can Jidan be found in this place? Meng Zhang was a little suspicious.

However, thinking that the results of Dayan's calculations have never been wrong, Meng Zhang slowly walked into this area.

The alley here is not spacious at all, and there are many stalls on both sides, which makes it even narrower.

Not only many low-level monks, but even many mortals come in and out here.

The alley was bustling with people, almost crowding the place.

The tattered goods on the street stalls are worthless in Meng Zhang's eyes, but both the stall owner and the customers value them very much.

The voices of bargaining come and go, almost never interrupted.

Many low-level cultivators lingered on the street stalls, hoping to catch a big leak.

Many mortals have also started the business of buying high and selling low by virtue of their articulate words.

Many foreign cultivators will be slaughtered by these mortals if they are not careful.

As long as they can succeed in a business, these mortals will be able to enjoy it for a long time.

From time to time, Meng Zhang could see that some stall owners chatted with customers, and the two parties left here mysteriously and entered a more remote dark corner next to them. This reminded Meng Zhang of the scene of buying discs on the street that he had seen in his previous life.

Meng Zhangyun picked up his delusion-breaking Dharma Eye and scanned around the street stalls.

Sure enough, the stalls here are full of tatters.

The cunning stall owner may be able to deceive foreign monks and inexperienced rookie monks with good eloquence and some intentional fakes.

Don't say that a foundation-building monk like Meng Zhang, or a Qi-refining monk with a little vision, would not be easily fooled.

In fact, many self-identified monks would never come to this place at all.

They see this place as a dump and never set foot here.

Meng Zhang didn't mean to look down on this place, but because of the strong popularity and life here, he developed a strong sense of intimacy.

The street was too crowded, and Meng Zhang moved slowly.

He was not in a hurry either, he walked slowly, strolling through the courtyard, looking at the surrounding situation.

There were also some small episodes in the middle. Several times, some mortal children and even low-level monks tried to get close to him, taking advantage of the cover of the crowd, and stealing from him.

Meng Zhang, who was in a good mood, didn't bother to argue with these people. He gently circulated his true energy, and bounced these people away heavily.

Meng Zhang, who is merciful, has no intention of hurting others in public.

This group of people are not fools, and after hitting a wall a few times, they knew that Meng Zhang was not easy to mess with. They immediately changed their targets and set their sights on someone else.

Meng Zhang walked more than half a circle around, and when he passed a street stall, his heart moved, and he immediately knew that the opportunity he had deduced should be here.

He glanced at the stall owner.

The stall owner was around thirty years old, and he was at the second level of Qi Refining.

Although he is a cultivator, his face is pale, his eyes are dull, and his limbs often tremble unconsciously. At first glance, he looks like a weak person with kidney deficiency.

The true qi in the body is also turbid, vacuous, and showing signs of collapsing at any time.

Looking at his body being hollowed out, I don't know how many years he has to live.

The items placed on the stalls are even more rags, not to mention the monks in the Qi refining period, even ordinary people look down on them.

Although he knew that this was where the opportunity appeared, Meng Zhang passed here calmly without stopping.

He had just walked out not far away, when a few men with tough faces and strong bodies walked up to the stall owner from the other side aggressively, swaggering.

"Ye, you owe my master a debt, when are you going to pay it back?"

The first big man asked viciously.

As soon as those big men appeared, the stall owner showed a fearful expression, and wanted to avoid it, but it was too late.

Hearing the other party's unceremonious question, a fawning smile appeared on his face.

"Big brothers, please tell your master if you can allow a few more days. When the younger one sells the goods in his hand, he must pay off the debt immediately."

The big man glanced at the items on the floor with disdain.

"Just this pile of junk, do you expect to be able to sell it? Do you think everyone is as foolish as you?"

The big man's tone became more and more fierce.

"That's right, you surnamed Ye, your reputation has long been stinky, and you thought it would be impossible to catch a fat sheep that was taken in."

"You trash, you have completely disgraced your ancestors."

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Several other big men shouted and cursed.

I probably felt that scolding was not enough, and a few strong men went up and beat the stall owner violently.

No matter how much the stall owner begged for mercy, several big men kept beating him until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he rolled all over the ground.

The pile of tattered stalls was directly overturned, and then trampled to pieces.

The poor stall owner is also a cultivator after all, but faced with the violent beatings of several mortals, not only did he not dare to fight back, he even had little strength to parry.

Even the lowest-level cultivator should at least be respected enough by ordinary people, not to mention being superior in front of ordinary people.

However, this stall owner was so dishonored that he was wantonly humiliated by a group of mortals, which completely embarrassed the cultivator.

The stall owners around, who have long been used to it, looked at this side with gloating eyes. Some people are still communicating with each other, whispering and pointing.

After the beating, the strong men probably felt that it was not enough, and spat a few mouthfuls of thick phlegm on the stall owner, and then slowly left here with a look of unfinished business.

Before leaving, they even threatened loudly that if the surname Ye did not repay the debt, they would come every day. The next time I come here, it won't be as easy as this time.

Meng Zhang stopped his progress, looked like he was watching the excitement, and stopped to watch for a while.

He heard the whispers of the people around him, and he used his gifted supernatural powers to read the minds of many people around him, and finally figured out the origin of the stall owner and why he fell into such a field.

The stall owner's name is Ye Feifan, a native of Gale City.

Ye Feifan was not born so downcast, his ancestors were also rich.

There were many foundation-building monks in the ancestors of the Ye family, and there were times when they were glorious. There are many monks in the clan, and they are still a bit powerful.

Later, after a series of changes in the Ye family, the monks in the family were almost wiped out, and the family gradually declined.

In Ye Feifan's generation, the family has completely declined. Ye Feifan also became an out-and-out shabby householder, extremely destitute.