While cultivating the Turtle Breath Technique, Jia Ren quietly eavesdropped to gather intelligence.
The situation far exceeded his expectations: the trade meeting had gone smoothly, and the female cultivator had returned safely.
The next trade meeting was set for seven days later.
Jia Ren listened for two days, his expression gradually turning strange.
I didn't expect that female cultivator to still be engaged in such clandestine affairs. Harsh living conditions clearly can't quell people's primitive desires.
Listening to the extremely suppressed sounds of a man and a woman coming from the underground chamber next door, Jia Ren felt displeased.
It's time to leave!
「Half an hour later」
The commotion ceased.
"Fellow Daoist, can we settle with Spirit Rice? Just three catties will do."
"You wish."
"I don't have any rice left; I barely managed to buy a few catties of Spirit Rice at the trade meeting."
"I'm almost being forced to sell my Spirit Turtle for Spirit Rice."
