Yanga made his way to another part of the building, a place where people went to when they wanted to make large trades.
As soon as he stepped through the door, a loud, booming voice rang out: "Brother, Brother Yanga, it's good to see you. I heard you just came back from the Infinite Basin, and since you're here, you must have come to see me. You must have plenty of treasures. Come on, take them out. I want to see them."
Yanga took a step forward and replied, "What are we talking about? Treasures? I'm just a weak nobody. The best I can do is hide in the corner and wait for some rabbits to pass before trying to take advantage of it."
In the middle of the room stood a simple counter, with a young man behind it who looked to be in his early twenties.
He was tall and powerfully built, easily over two meters if he stood, with a physique that seemed sculpted from stone making an impressive sight. "What do you mean by a cower in the corner?" the man behind the altar asked with a smile. "We both know you, Brother Yanga, have the bearing of a true great warrior. I'm sure you did well out there, so don't keep me in suspense. Bring them out I want to see them all."
This young man's name was Frank Pina, Christina Pina's uncle, and for some reason, Yanga got along well with him.
Christina Pina's family is the ruling family of Umhlanga Village, with her grandfather serving as the village chief.
The Pina clan has held this position for an incredibly long time over 20,000 years, according to books Yanga read. The main branch of the family lives in Umhlanga, and from time to time, a gifted family member is sent to one of the sects for training.
It's not just the talented ones who leave though, most members of the Pina clan venture out into the world once they've grown up.
Frank Pina was one of them. From what Yanga could gather, he'd gone off some time ago to see the world. He'd only recently returned, but Yanga hadn't looked too deeply into it.
"Hahaha!" Yanga laughed as he approached the man behind the counter. Smiling, he asked, "Alright, alright, if I show you something good, will you give me a great deal?"
"Not only will I give you a great deal if you've really brought something good, but tonight we can go out, and you can buy me some drinks" Frank answered
Hearing this, Yanga grinned, turned, and started toward the door. "No, wait! Don't go! I'm just kidding. But man, it's been a while since I had a drink. You've been in the Basin for over a month now I bet you haven't had a drop in all that time. Let's go out tonight and drink until we can't walk anymore."
"Have you forgotten what your father did to us last time, when we drank until we passed out?" Yanga asked.
"Ahh, don't worry about that. My old man isn't in the village right now. Looks like he has some business out of the village, so we can drink as much as we want. Come on, show me what you've got. I'll buy the first round."
"Alright, alright. I'll show you, but this place is too small. We need somewhere bigger. I stumbled into an intriguing situation in the Basin."
Frank Pina led Yanga to another part of the building. It was a massive room with an incredibly high ceiling, easily around 2 km² from what Yanga could tell something unimaginable with the technology of his old world, but simple here.
And this wasn't even the largest room in the building. Strangely, the rooms here seemed far bigger inside than the building appeared from the outside.
After walking into the room, Yanga looked at Frank and asked, "Think you can handle this on your own, or should we call someone to help?" Frank Pina just laughed. "Come on, man, what do you take me for? You think I can't handle a bit of inventory? Go ahead, show me what you've got I want to see it."
"Alright, don't say I didn't warn you." Yanga waved his hand, and one corpse after another appeared until more than 200 filled the room, some even stacked on top of each other.
When Yanga turned, his eyes met Frank's and the usually calm steady man stood there with his mouth hanging open, staring in shock at the wolf corpses Yanga had brought.
"Did you kill all of them?" Frank Piena asked, his voice trembling as he stared at Yanga with wide eyes.
"No, some of them killed each other. I just had the bad luck to walk into a fight between three of those packs though I did take out most of them."
"You're probably right. This is a bit too much for me, especially if we still want to go out drinking tonight, so I'll call someone. I'll get reinforcement to help me finish this fast. Why don't you grab a seat while I get started?"
Yanga settled into a simple chair in the corner, waiting patiently. Before long, a group of ten people entered and began working on the courses.
It was an impressive sight their skill, precision, and flawless technique were admirable. Yanga had handled game before, but watching them work was something else entirely. Most impressive of all was their skill with blades.
All that Yanga could see was the afterimage of their blade at work, but soon stacks of processed goods started stacking up. It took only about six hours to process all the wolf Yanga brought.
Once the processing was done, the counting began. Before long, Frank Pina walked over to Yanga and sat right beside him.
"You really surprised us this time," Frank Pina said as he sat down. Then we brought out a bottle of wine and two cups.
He poured one for Yanga and one for himself, took a sip, and set his cup on the table. "Wolf meat is rare very rare. No one hunts them on purpose, and getting such a large amount is almost unheard of," Frank continued, picking up his cup again for another sip.
Frank Pina went on to explain the situation with wolves. According to him, wolves have three valuable resources: their meat, pelt, and their claws and teeth.
The thing is that people don't usually eat wolf meat, but that doesn't make it any less valuable; families and sects that raise spirit beasts have a great demand for beast meat and buy it in very large quantities to feed their beasts.
Wolf pelts are used to make coats and other accessories. The pelts Yanga brought from the Howling Wind Wolf, the Inferno Wolf, and the Stone Wolf can be crafted into protective clothing with unique properties: Inferno Wolf pelt for fire resistance, Howling Wind Wolf pelt to boost agility, and Stone Wolf pelt for strong defense.
Wolf claws and teeth can also be turned into magical items like knives, swords, and spears with various abilities, creating goods that young people value highly, especially in large quantities like these.
Since the goods Yanga brought weren't exactly made of high-grade materials, they were usually bought in bulk at low prices. Major sects and large families often bought them for their students to practice crafting, ensuring a steady market.
After explaining this, Frank Pina pulled out a jade slip and slid it across the table to Yanga. It was an inventory of everything Yanga had brought; since Yanga brought a lot of material, the sum of it all was quite large.
Frank explained that he couldn't authorize payment himself and that Yanga would need his old man's approval. Since the old man wasn't around, Yanga would have to wait for his return. With that settled, Frank suggested they go have a drink.
A smile spread across Yanga's face not because of the profit from the wolf corpses he'd brought, but because it meant it was time to drink. He and Frank had become close drinking buddies, and Yanga cherished those moments. It was rare for them to go out without drinking heavily, often drinking until they passed out.