Ten days later, the distance to the red light illumination Hall branch of the red light brigade, to settle in Qingxifang, is getting closer.
More cultivators are flocking to Qingxifang, ranging from scattered cultivators, disguised cultivators, disciples of small celestial tribes, and cultivators of large affiliated sects. Their species are diverse and numerous beyond counting.
A town that usually has thousands of people, is suddenly overflowing with disciples of cultivators from hundreds to even thousands of miles around.
Taking 750 miles, the actual area is 3.14 * 375² = 440,000 square kilometers, which is approximately one twenty-first of China.
With the addition of the Qunnan cultivation world on the Eurasian continent (54 million square kilometers), the Red Light Guiding Sect, as one of ten factions, occupies an area of 5 million square kilometers, which is equivalent to ten-twelfths of the world.
As the Qingxi Village, under the Red Light Guiding Sect, serves as a rear-end hub in the commodity circulation chain of Qunnan cultivators, considering it during a special event period, this radiation range is still reasonable.
The stable yard in Qingxi Village, with managers wearing temporary worker gloves, is frantically dealing with the cultivators' demand for horse stabling.
Wang Rongwen did not come on horseback, instead he arrived by the village chief's flying spiritual artifact.
He glanced at the crowd flow, slightly stunned.
Walking all the way into Lao Gui's animal medicine shop, upon entering, Wang Rongwen noticed that Lao Gui was conversing with a middle-aged man dressed in a white robe and with a pale face and no mustache.
Upon seeing Wang Rongwen entering, the white-clad middle-aged man halted his conversation.
"Please help me."
"Of course," Lao Gui replied with a smile, then watched as the middle-aged man in white robes left.
"How's business been recently?"
Wang Rongwen and Lao Gui were old acquaintances, so he didn't hesitate to sit at Lao Gui's tea table.
First, he raised his hand to close the door of the shop to prevent anyone else from coming in. Lao Gui, looking worried and downcast, began to complain about his plight.
"Well, it's just to earn some hard-earned money."
He poured himself a cup of tea as he spoke.
Just now, I spent a long time dealing with that plundering cultivator, talking until my mouth was dry. I need some spiritual tea to moisten my throat.
Rongwen smiled and silently watched the teacup, waiting for Lao Gui to pour himself a cup of tea.
But for some reason, this damned Lao Gui, after pouring his tea, actually grabbed the teapot in his hand.
He didn't pour tea for Wang Rongyuan either, and showed no intention of speaking. He just stared at Wang Rongwen with a fixed gaze.
"What is this?" Wang Rongwen was somewhat surprised.
"You Wang family members are all extraordinary. Friend Rongwen, please speak directly."
I won't let you have any!
But for every cup of tea I pour for the Wang family, I would have wasted all these years roaming the martial world!
Wang Rongwen slightly frowned with a feeling of absurdity.
Alright, alright, so you want to play like this?
Insulting me?
See how I deal with you!
He picked up an empty tea cup from the tray on the tea table and handed it to Lao Gui, looking troubled.
"It's a hassle. Our village chief wants to organize a ghost market auction with the Gu family, in order to make some money before the Red Light Guiding Hall arrives."
I came this time on behalf of the clan head's order, hoping that you can take charge of distributing the invitation letters for this auction. However, it seems that Dao friend is not welcoming me?”
Lao Gui's expression changed instantly, and he took out a pot of eighth-grade monkey wine from his storage bag, using a low-quality spirit tool-level golden wine cup to pour some for Wang Rongwen.
"Welcome! Welcome! I just have a little misunderstanding with Rongyuan Daoist."
But for Rongwen Daoist, and the King Clan of Anbei, I naturally welcome them with open arms, show them the utmost warmth, and offer them complete trust.
Rongwen Daoist, this eighth-grade monkey wine is something I just received yesterday. It's a mere token of my respect, please have some, please try it!
What kind of arrogance did you show just now when you flipped me the bird?
Do you still have misunderstandings with Rongyuan?
What misunderstanding?
Is it related to the Wang family?
Thinking of this, Wang Rongwen picked up the golden wine cup.
He didn't actually drink, but he looked at the wine cup repeatedly and praised it.
"This wine cup is quite good, Rongwen Daoist. This wine cup is really good."
Lao Gui's face, which was forced to smile, seemed to be frozen as if it was stuck.
The Wang family is too overbearing! You brothers, Wang Rongwen and Wang Rongyuan, are too overbearing!
He bit his teeth and pondered, "If one doesn't be ruthless, one can't stand firm!"
Only by being harsh on oneself can one earn spiritual stones!
"Friend, if you like it, I'll just give it to you. Ha ha ha," Lao Gui laughed heartily.
It seems that he is still a decent person.
"Hmm, the village chief and the second elder of the Tea King Gu family lead it, and Zhu Chi of Tuochi in Dushui Cave also participates."
It's estimated that they will also invite the cultivator who guards the town, Senior Jiang. With these four of them at the ghost market auction, it will definitely be foolproof."
Wang Rongyuan smiled and introduced Lao Gui, but when it came to the key points, he stopped talking.
"How many invitation letters do I need to send out?" Lao Gui eagerly asked.
Wang Rongwen seemed not to have heard what Lao Gui was saying, and he expressed his distress.
"This is it, oh, the village chief likes to drink monkey wine, but unfortunately, eighth-grade monkey wine is not common."
Although Dao friend has it here, I am too shamefaced to let Dao friend part with it reluctantly."
Another round of distress, a second flowering of the plum blossoms!
Wang Rongwen is still speaking!
Clan head: Rongwen, I am your uncle. It's not that I mind you borrowing my title to get some wine for free, but please don't make me sound so tasteless!
Lao Gui didn't say anything this time, and even his expression on the face remained unchanged.
Silently, he again took out a pot of eighth-grade monkey wine from his storage bag and placed it on the tea table, pushing it gently in front of Wang Rongwen.
Then he looked at Wang Rongwen with a melancholic gaze.
Friend, isn't that enough?
It's not that I didn't pour you tea, you should blame Rongyuan instead... I'm innocent!
"Haha, Rongwen accepts the generous offer from Dao friend. The auction will be held the day after tomorrow evening, still at the old place."
As for the invitation letters, send out three hundred this time. Remember to look for those with high cultivation levels!
Hidden treasures: Four or five top-grade spirit tools, more than a dozen common spirit medicines for cultivation at the foundation-building stage, and some top-quality spirit materials from eighth grade.
Hearing the number three hundred, Lao Gui almost fainted with joy.
For such invitation letters, he would at least sell them for two spiritual stones each.
Just this wave, Wang Rongyuan drank his tea, Wang Rongwen drank his wine and wine cup, and all of it was recouped, and there was even a big profit!
Of course, when doing such things, he also has to bear the corresponding risks. If there are inexplicable people investigating, he will have to bear the blame.
"Rongwen brother, rest assured, I understand everything, I know everything. After the matter is settled, there will be a substantial reward!"
Lao Gui pulled Wang Rongwen's hand, almost tearing up with emotion.
"Hmm, I'll be on my way first. See you later."
Without leaving a trace, he discreetly put the monkey wine that had just been poured into a cup on the table into his storage bag, and Wang Rongwen left.
Lao Gui saw him leave in the distance, muttered a few curses under his breath, "The people of the Wang family are all pigs," and then happily made the invitation letters and left.
Recently, the number of cultivators in Qingxi Village has surged dramatically. They are all here for the Red Light Guiding Merit Hall, planning to make some purchases there.
Consumption requires strength, and these people haven't brought few spiritual stones or other treasures.
Why did the Wang family patriarch and other foundation-building elders choose this time to hold a ghost market auction?
To seize the window of opportunity to harvest quality "reeds," they decided to hold the auction before the Red Light Guiding Merit Hall arrived, thus securing a portion of the wealth.
Lao Gui had a bold idea – this time, the invitation letters should be sold for three spiritual stones each!
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"Yulou, I wonder how high or low your master's cultivation attainment is. Today, he destroyed no less than three pieces of low-grade spirit tools while refining them."
In the evening, after finishing their day of studying, the two brothers walked on their way back to Fuyuan Residence, and Yu An vented to his elder brother.
"You don't understand, our master has a level.
Cutting a piece of cold iron into six pieces for making spirit tools, two pieces will ensure profitability, three pieces will yield small profits, and four pieces will yield substantial profits.
Today, he made eleven pieces, and only three broke. He has already made a big profit."
Yulou sincerely admires Hong Mei, he is a real business genius.
In terms of reducing costs and increasing efficiency, Hong Mei's level is at least ten floors high.
"Are those low-grade spirit tools selling? Our family's donkey hair bag at least has four restrictions..."
Yulan really can't understand.
What's the key strength of Hong Mei?
He can split a fist-sized piece of cold iron and, with some leftover scraps of spirit materials, manage to infuse three or four layers of restrictions into a low-grade spirit tool the size of a finger, with one even having five layers.
Of the three broken pieces, two were destroyed while attempting to infuse a sixth layer!
It's both awesome and heartless, and also incredibly greedy.
If Hong Mei fails, who else can succeed?
"Lately, more cultivators have been popping up in Qingxi Village. Low-quality spirit tools with three to four layers of restrictions are for people who can't afford good ones."
"The ones my master refines, even if they only have three layers of restrictions, are made from cold iron. If used properly, they can shatter my Black Jade Oil Bead."
Yulou and Yulan chatted along the way back to Fuyuan Residence.
Looking at a novel by the counter, Bai Lu noticed them and ran over to remind them.
"Village chief has arrived. Yulan, your parents have also arrived. They said that they want you to see them as soon as you return."
