Chapter 81: Slacking Off, Day Eighty-One
Xu Huang stood not far away, gazing at Wen Ying from a distance.
Her eyes were calm, as tranquil as a statue, standing motionless on one side of the square.
However, beneath that placid gaze was a frenzied inner voice that only Wen Ying could hear.
âI hate her, I hate her, I hate herâŚâ
âWen Ying, Wen Ying, Wen YingâŚâ
Wen Ying thought that the young disciple from the other day truly had a discerning eye.
Xu Huang indeed harbored a heart worthy of Sadako; now, all she lacked was the wig from that day and a pose of crawling out of a television set.
âWen Ying, you ruined all my plans! You destroyed everything I anticipated! It’s all your fault!â
âYou ruined me, and I wonât let you have it easy either! I will make everyone reject you! Death? No, thatâs too easy. I will make you wish you were dead!â
From Xu Huangâs noisy inner monologue, Wen Ying could roughly gather that Xu Huangâs plan to become the “most perfect person” had completely fallen apart, and she blamed this hatred entirely on Wen Ying.
Although it had shifted from exploitation to targeted malice, in terms of the outcome⌠there wasn’t much difference.
They were still just those boring missions.
If she wanted to frame her, let her frame away. Wen Ying was steadfast in her path of slacking off.
After failing to catch the rule-breaking street stalls, Xu Mofeng quickly left.
Cheng Fan and Wen Ying settled their transaction, and just like that, Wen Ying unexpectedly completed her first business deal.
However, Cheng Fanâs accidental actions gave Wen Ying another idea.
Looking at the row of carts behind her, Wen Ying ponderedâwhy not just set up a stall here and sell carts?
Sell what she could, and if they didnât sell, it wouldnât be too late to chop them up for firewood.
After sweeping through three stalls in a row earlier, Wen Ying had already enjoyed enough of the thrill of lavish spending.
“Meow?” Having witnessed the entire process of Wen Ying selling the cart, Xiao Hei couldn’t help but meow in confusion.
How do I remember Master bringing us here to shop? But now, why is Master selling things herself?
Just now, he had seen a sword stall where one sword had a pom-pom charm hanging from the hilt. It swayed back and forth, looking so fun⌠he really wanted it!
Wen Ying naturally wouldn’t forget to explain things to Xiao Hei and Shen Linfeng.
After all, she was the one who brought them here.
“For certain reasons, I plan to sell carts here for a while.” Wen Ying took two money bags from her sleeve and said to the human and the cat, “So, you two go look around by yourselves. Here’s one hundred high-grade spirit stones each. Come back to me if it’s not enough.”
“Meow!” Xiao Hei jumped up, snatched the money bag with his mouth, and grinned happily.
What he said was: “Thank you, Master! I’ll come back if it’s not enough!”
With that, Xiao Hei scampered off cheerfully, money bag in his mouth.
However, Shen Linfeng didn’t take his money bag.
Instead, he handed Wen Ying a note: “I don’t need to look around. I’ll just stay here with you.”
Reading the note, Wen Ying paused for a moment. But soon, she withdrew the money bag and nodded. “Alright.”
Even if he was her male concubine in name, this kid seemed a bit too clingy.
If he truly hadn’t been controlled back in Peace Town, then his words and actions back then⌠were terrifying to think about deeply.
Wen Ying felt she should find an opportunity to clarify their relationship status.
Although Wen Ying had always been single, she had really never considered a relationship with a younger man…
“Senior Sister Wen, are you selling carts?”
Another familiar voice interrupted Wen Ying’s thoughts.
Wen Ying recognized it as the true daughter of the Wen family, Wen Meng.
Looking up, she saw Wen Meng with the same cute little face. Because she was smiling, two adorable dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth.
It was just her current pose that wasn’t quite so cute.
On her left shoulder, she carried a personâvaguely recognizable as Luo Yun. On her right shoulder, she carried a sack, which looked like things bought at the market.
Although Wen Meng was a body cultivator, she couldn’t keep carrying things like this forever.
It was clear Wen Meng urgently needed a cart.
“Selling,” Wen Ying nodded.
“How many spirit stones?” Wen Meng asked.
“Five hundred low-grade spirit stones?” Wen Ying quoted the price Cheng Fan had offered earlier.
“That… can it be a little cheaper?” Wen Meng looked troubled and tried to haggle.
Unlike Cheng Fan, who had the secret identity of the richest man, five hundred spirit stones were a bit steep for her.
“How much can you offer?” Wen Ying simply handed the initiative to Wen Meng.
“Four hundred and fifty… is that okay?” Wen Meng asked tentatively.
“No problem.” Wen Ying pointed to the carts behind her. “Pick any cart you like.”
“Thank you so much, Senior Sister Wen!” Wen Meng gratefully placed the spirit stones in front of Wen Ying’s stall and hurriedly carried the person and the sack to choose a pushcart.
Relieved, Wen Meng placed Luo Yun and the sack onto the cart, finally relaxing her stiff shoulders.
She smiled at Wen Ying again to express her thanks before pushing the cart away.
Throughout the process, Shen Linfeng stood quietly by the side, so quiet that Wen Ying could easily forget his existence.
Not long after Wen Meng left, Wen Ying welcomed her next customer.
“Excuse me, fellow immortal, are you selling pushcarts here?”
Another familiar voice, though one she hadn’t heard recently.
Wen Ying looked up, and upon seeing that face, memories she knew by heart came flooding back.
The person before her was the male lead of the farming novel, Qian Moshi from the Heavenly Sword Pavilion.
In previous reincarnation cycles, since Wen Ying hadn’t visited this market, her first encounter with Qian Moshi hadn’t been here.
“Yes.” Taking a lesson from before, Wen Ying asked directly, “How many spirit stones do you plan to pay?”
“Uh… forty low-grade spirit stones?” Qian Moshi revealed a shrewd glint in his eyes.
If the seller left the pricing to the customer, either they didn’t want to sell at all, or they didn’t care about the money.
He chose to gamble on the latter.
Wen Ying: “…”
Indeed, the Heavenly Sword Pavilion was full of sword cultivators who were not only straight men but also poor. That was why Qian Moshi became the male lead of a farming novel.
Qian Moshi was genuinely a farmer.
Not the kind who grew spiritual herbs and celestial grass, but ordinary broad beans, greens, lettuce, and other vegetablesâafter all, the Heavenly Sword Pavilion was too poor, and the areas rich in spiritual energy were limited, making it impossible to grow celestial grass on a large scale for profit.
One day, while the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion were fretting over their poverty, Qian Moshi, as a farmer’s son, suddenly had a brainwave.
Why couldn’t cultivators earn money honestly by living like ordinary people?
From then on, Qian Moshi began utilizing the large swaths of waste land with little spiritual energy in the Heavenly Sword Pavilion. In the gaps between his cultivation, he started his farming career.
Qian Moshi was absolutely a true farming novel male lead. His main occupations were cultivation and farming, and the rest of his time was spent selling vegetables at the market.
But forty low-grade spirit stones…
As expected of a poor sword cultivator, this level of stinginess was truly extreme.
But honestly, Wen Ying didn’t care about the price.
Giving less was better; it saved her from having to store more money in her space.
“Okay,” Wen Ying nodded.
Just as Qian Moshi thought.
This merchant belonged to the latter category.
Probably just a disciple experiencing life and playing a selling game.
But regardless, buying a pushcart at such a low price warranted proper thanks.
“Many thanks, fellow immortal.” Qian Moshi bowed to Wen Ying, then took a money bag from his sleeve. He carefully opened it and meticulously counted out forty low-grade spirit stones. After counting them again in his palm, Qian Moshi placed the stones on the table.
“Go pick one yourself,” Wen Ying directed him to self-service again.
Cheng Fan, Wen Meng, Qian Moshi… No-CP Secret Identity Novel, True Daughter Novel, Farming Novel…
Why did this combination sound familiar to Wen Ying?
It seemed like what the System had just mentioned…
Oh, boy.
Combined with Xu Huang’s headache-inducing loudspeaker of an inner voice, Wen Ying seemed to know what was about to happen.
Wen Ying looked up with interest, planning to see what mischief Xu Huang was up to this time.
However, when she looked up, she saw Qian Moshi pouring a whole cartload of vegetables out of a spatial ring.
As expected of a farming novel male lead, even at the Trial of Immortals sales event, he didn’t forget his main jobâselling vegetables.
But she had to admit, being the farming novel male lead meant these vegetables looked incredibly fresh.
As a food lover, seeing so many fresh vegetables, Wen Ying couldn’t help but be tempted.
“Fellow immortal, wait a moment!” Wen Ying hurriedly called out to Qian Moshi.
“What is it?” Qian Moshi turned back and asked Wen Ying.
“Fellow immortal, these vegetables, can you sell them to me…” Before Wen Ying could finish her sentence, she suddenly heard a loud crash.
The pushcart in Qian Moshi’s hands inexplicably fell apart, spilling the cartload of vegetables all over the ground.
Qian Moshi: “…”
Wen Ying: “…”
Wen Ying knew this was Xu Huang’s doing.
For the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, Qian Moshi’s vegetables were their livelihood. If Wen Ying tampered with their vegetables… the effect would be no less severe than tampering with the Emperor’s jade seal.
Making Wen Ying disliked within the Xun Xian Sect was far from enough.
At the same time, Cheng Fan and Wen Meng’s pushcarts also disintegrated in an instant.
When three coincidences happen together, how can they be mere coincidences?
Xu Huang, who had been playing statue for a long time, finally curled her lips into a smile.
Overly elaborate framing could easily arouse suspicion. Simple acts were more likely to provoke suspicion and distrust.
This was just the first step of her plan. Step by step, she would drag Wen Ying into an abyss of doom.
Luo Yun was a target specially chosen by Xu Huang. Her personality was straightforward and easily ignited. Using her as a victim would yield double the results with half the effort.
As for Cheng Fan. Actually, he wasn’t important; what mattered were the goods on his cart.
Those were things Qi Long, the meanest yet most powerful Senior Brother of Wuji Residence, had ordered Cheng Fan to buy.
When the cart broke, it would anger Qi Long.
“How about I return the forty spirit stones for the cart to you?” Wen Ying pushed the spirit stones on the table that she hadn’t put away yet.
It seemed now she didn’t need to chop them; they had turned into firewood directly.
Qian Moshi was stunned for a moment.
The next instant, he readily picked up the spirit stones from the table and waved his empty hand. “Oh my, if you wanted to buy my vegetables, just say so. Why use such a method to keep the vegetables here? How about one hundred low-grade spirit stones for all of these?”
For a businessman, the most important thing was money.
If it was for buying vegetables, Qian Moshi wouldn’t mind this method too much.
After all, he had seen many culinary cultivators buying his vegetables before, and each of them behaved strangely. Sometimes, for the sake of an ingredient, they would do incredibly ridiculous things.
“Deal.” Wen Ying didn’t hesitate and fished out one hundred low-grade spirit stones from her sleeve.
With money in hand and goods sold, Qian Moshi left satisfied.
“Let’s go,” Wen Ying said to Shen Linfeng beside her. “Let’s pick up those vegetables.”
Shen Linfeng nodded and followed Wen Ying towards the scattered vegetables.
Sigh, Shen Linfeng is always like this…
He really is a bit too well-behaved.
Wen Ying wasn’t saying it was bad, but…
No, tonight, I definitely have to ask him clearly.
While picking up the vegetables, Wen Ying was actually waiting for Wen Meng or Cheng Fan to return.
Waiting along with Wen Ying was Xu Huang, who was mentally howling on the side because of one failure.
Although, on the surface, Xu Huang still looked like a statue.
But inside, it was as noisy as ten loudspeakers playing at once.
One plan had already misfired; she only had two chances left.
However, neither Wen Ying nor Xu Huang saw Wen Meng or Cheng Fan return, even after Wen Ying and Shen Linfeng finished picking up all the vegetables and returned to their stall.
Instead, another person appeared.
It was Lin Ruge.
He kept his promise to Wen Ying in mind, so he simply expressed his thanks for her purchasing all the vegetables from their sect.
However, shortly after Lin Ruge left, Wen Ying’s stall suddenly became lively.
Several people swarmed around her stall all at once, fighting to buy her pushcarts.
Through mind-reading, Wen Ying finally understood roughly what had happened.
It turned out the reason Luo Yun had fainted was actually because she choked on a piece of steamed bun while tasting it. Fortunately, she was a cultivator; otherwise, she would have died long ago.
But even so, she couldn’t hold on for too long. Thanks to Wen Ying’s pushcart suddenly falling apart, Luo Yun fell hard on her butt, which dislodged the bun directly, saving her life.
As for Cheng Fan, everyone in Wuji Residence knew that Qi Long bullied Cheng Fan all day long. Now that the cart had fallen apart and the goods were scattered all over the ground, Qi Long couldn’t blame Cheng Fan. He couldn’t admit he forced Cheng Fan to buy things for him, so he had to swallow his anger. It was incredibly satisfying!
Not only that, everyone witnessed that after Wen Ying sold the cart to Qian Moshi and it fell apart, it actually attracted Lin Ruge to chat with her.
When three coincidences happen together, how can they be mere coincidences?
It must be metaphysics!
No one knew who started the rumor that the pushcarts from Wen Ying’s small stall had magical powers and could bring people good luck.
One person told ten, ten told a hundred, and the more it spread, the more real it seemed. Thus, the current situation arose.
As more people fought to buy carts in front of Wen Ying’s stall, even more onlookers gathered.
“I offer five hundred low-grade spirit stones!”
“I offer six hundred!”
“I offer one hundred medium-grade spirit stones!”
“I offer fifty high-grade spirit stones!”
Lots of people, few goods. Even though Wen Ying hadn’t said anything, the price was skyrocketing like a rocket.
Wen Ying suddenly understood the true essence of “internet-famous” shops.
It was clearly a broken cart that would fall apart, but after packaging, it became a “Koi Good Luck Cart.”
When people who didn’t know the truth saw the excitement, they couldn’t help but want to join in.
A total vicious cycle.
So, this is the power of marketing…
No wonder those internet-famous things are always expensive and terrible.
Author’s Note:
Internet-famous things really are mostly… not great.
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