Chapter 6

Unfortunately, the old man wagged his finger, "Ten thousand."

Wang Meng and the fatty were both stunned, ten thousand???

This place is really a rip-off shop!

"Rip-off shop, rip-off shop, why don't you go rob!" The fatty jumped up, this was simply an insult to his intelligence.

The old man pointed his pipe at the roof, ... outside hung the Sword Tomb, inside there was indeed a sign with two large black characters — "Rip-off Shop."

Wang Meng smiled bitterly, the old man was just playing with them, but if he didn't want to sell, that was fine.

"Boss, do you have anything cheaper?" Wang Meng asked instinctively.

The old man slowly stood up, sizing up the fatty and Wang Meng, "This little fatty's talent is barely passable, naturally at the fourth level, with the potential to be an archer, but such a fat archer has no future. As for you, you're quite average, actually not very suitable to be a cultivator, choosing to be a sword cultivator is even more of a mistake."

Zhang Xiaojiang's face instantly turned red, he could take it if the old man said it about him, but not about Wang Meng, "Old man, are you looking for a beating, how do you talk, my Brother Meng is a new disciple personally designated by the Sword Sect's elder!"

The old man was taken aback, then sighed, turned around, and muttered, "The Sword Sect has also gone to pot."

The fatty was furious, how dare this old man be so arrogant in front of the Thunderlight Duo.

"Alright, alright, let's go." Although he was angry, Wang Meng wasn't the type to quarrel with an old man, and in fact, after the Holy Hall test, he knew his talent wasn't that great, so what the old man said was true.

But the more people said he couldn't do it, the more Wang Meng refused to accept it. If he had to live by what others said, what was the point of living!

After leaving the shop, the fatty took three minutes to let out a stinky fart, this was his toxic gas attack. Damn, a typical pretentious rip-off shop, cursing it to go out of business quickly.

It has to be said, the fatty had a good memory for grudges.

With this commotion, Wang Meng lost his interest in buying weapons, so he went to the messenger market to look around. Various small demons were on display, but Wang Meng wasn't very interested in spending money on such useless things. However, he did need something convenient for communication.

"Kid, how about a tiger demon? Look at those teeth, extremely high growth potential!"

To be honest, he was really spoiled for choice. Demon beasts are fierce creatures living in the small thousand worlds, and like cultivators, they can absorb the essence of heaven and earth, some even being more powerful than cultivators.

The weaker ones can be directly tamed and are collectively called small demons, which can be used as messengers, mounts, or even for combat.

However, powerful demon beasts are extremely difficult to tame and will only follow a cultivator who is fated to be their master. Once they follow, they will never betray, and are collectively called spirit beasts. Spirit beasts are far more reliable than humans, but they are completely a matter of luck.

Even slightly better small demons are not something an average person can afford. Wang Meng had legs and feet and didn't want to waste money on this. He just needed a messenger, which was simple. The most common was a sparrow demon, like a sparrow among demons, a common commodity. When Wang Meng said he wanted a sparrow demon, the boss's burning enthusiasm instantly cooled down; it was a low-profit item.

"You can look for yourselves, they're all around here, fifty coins each, no returns."

The boss led the two to the sparrow nest, where there were dozens of small sparrow demons, then went to attend to other customers.

For Wang Meng, a sparrow demon that was easy to raise was suitable. There were all kinds of colors and varieties, which could really make one's eyes dazzle. However, a sparrow demon in the corner of the nest caught Wang Meng's attention.

"That red one is nice." Wang Meng pointed to the corner.

"Brother Meng, you're wrong here. The more colorful and bright a sparrow demon is, the better. This one looks listless and lacks luster. It might have been injured when caught, and it won't be easy to raise. Forget it."

Wang Meng stared at the red sparrow demon inside. The sparrow demon seemed to sense the stranger's attention and glanced at Wang Meng with its small eyes. Although weak, its eyes were very bright.

"I'll take it!" Wang Meng said.

Hearing this, the boss came over and saw that Wang Meng wanted the damaged one. "Don't say I'm cheating you, this one is a bit injured, eighty percent off, no returns, dead or alive."

"Alright!" Wang Meng agreed readily.

The sparrow demon came to Wang Meng's hand without struggling. Wang Meng liked its eyes, which were like his own, not scared by the injury and unfamiliar environment. Wang Meng was a man who relied on his intuition.

The boss couldn't wait to send the two away. Forty coins were still coins, and he didn't even know when the injured sparrow demon had appeared.

Just as the red sparrow demon left, the other sparrow demons in the cage suddenly became active, chirping non-stop, as if they were sending away something terrifying.

"Brother Meng, why did you buy it? Sigh, how can this guy attract girls? If you want, I can cut my losses and give you my Ball Ball!"

Wang Meng shook his head, "No need, you two match well." The sparrow demon on Wang Meng's shoulder, though listless, gave a disdainful look at the fatty's insult.

Wang Meng scratched the chin of the little red sparrow, "Little guy, you've got some character, it's not very satisfied with you."

"Hehe, it must have been influenced by Brother Meng's aura, let's give it a name."

Wang Meng thought for a moment, "How about Little Red?" The red sparrow demon on his shoulder rolled its eyes.

The fatty stumbled, almost falling, "Brother, dear brother, can you be a bit more creative? If this were in the Holy Hall, we wouldn't have any face. It's not a big deal to have a bit of a different aura, but we need to make up for it in the name!"

The fatty clenched his fist and said, "How about calling it Tyrant?"

The sparrow demon closed its eyes as if resigning itself to fate, apparently having met a pair of idiots.

"Too rustic, how about Fifty Coins? Simple and clear! Directly beautiful!" Wang Meng said.

"It's only worth forty coins, how about calling it Eighty Percent Off? It's very distinctive." The fatty was good at calculating small accounts.

"Very good, let's call it Eighty Percent Off. Fatty, not bad, your IQ has improved, it's deep!"

"Haha, all thanks to Brother Meng's good education!"

And so, the sparrow demon's name was set as "Eighty Percent Off," indeed very direct and clear.

Sparrow demons, being low-level small demons, are the most common type, true messengers that can't carry people but solve communication problems. Wang Meng didn't care about these things; he went to the Holy Hall not to show off but to really learn cultivation methods.

Although it wasn't perfect, they both felt they had gained something and were happy.

After a day of sightseeing, they gained a lot of knowledge. The two had a hearty meal, and the fatty went to play with his Ball Ball, claiming to be cultivating a bond, but actually going to flirt. Under the banner of being a Holy Hall archer, Hu Jing, who had always rejected the fatty, might waver a bit.

Wang Meng, on the other hand, was fully focused on practicing his Yuan Cultivation Technique, punching one by one. This was the basic skill, requiring diligent practice. Deep down, Wang Meng felt that the bearded elder believed him, so he couldn't slack off.

Eighty Percent Off, a bit listless, sat to the side, its small eyes showing a very human-like expression, as if it found Wang Meng's practice amusing.

But Wang Meng himself was practicing quite enthusiastically, with continuous grunts.

After practicing until he was drenched in sweat and feeling very comfortable, he suddenly noticed Eighty Percent Off staring at him with its small eyes. Wang Meng smiled, "Eighty Percent Off, do you look at me with such admiration? Although you don't look great, your eyes are like mine, full of spirit."