Chapter 63: The Master of the Shop

"Customer, please take a look at the shelves to see if there are any pills that satisfy you. I'll go and call the young lady who can make decisions for you." The young man in green robes, although a bit disappointed that the slightly plump young man, Young Master He, didn't fight with Xiao Bei, still smiled and said.

Then, the young man in green robes greeted another clerk on the first floor and went up the wooden stairs in the corner to the second floor to find the young lady who could make decisions.

"Little brother, you should leave quickly. The one who scolded you just now is Young Master He Yong of the He family. Look at him; he will definitely cause trouble for you later. You should leave quickly. Otherwise, when his gang comes, you'll be in trouble. They are all martial arts experts. As the saying goes, a hero can't withstand a pack of wolves. You should leave quickly..."

Seeing the young man in green robes go upstairs, the middle-aged man who looked like a hunter, holding a blue bundle carefully, returned to Xiao Bei and whispered to him before hurriedly rushing out of the door.

Xiao Bei took this opportunity to release his martial qi to sense the contents of the middle-aged man's bundle. He found that it was just a core of a beast with the strength of an eighth-grade postnatal martial artist, which was below the level of a pre-natal martial artist. Then, he retracted his martial qi.

After watching the middle-aged man who looked like a hunter go down the stairs and disappear, Xiao Bei originally wanted to look around at the pills and cores on display, but after some thought, he moved his steps and went directly to the second floor of the pavilion under the watchful eyes of another clerk.

The clerk on the first floor originally wanted to stop Xiao Bei, but he stopped his steps mid-air and then turned around, pretending to dust off the dust on a porcelain bottle containing pills.

He knew that he had no right to stop such a person, and high-level martial artists often had peculiar temperaments. He didn't want to invite trouble.

...

On the second floor, there was a Martial Lord.

This was the reason Xiao Bei went upstairs.

If Xiao Bei hadn't sensed a Martial Lord on the second floor, and if this Martial Lord wasn't the one in charge of the "Ten Thousand Fragrances Hall" as described by the people he had asked, Xiao Bei would have left long ago and wouldn't have wasted his time here.

This time, he decided to check in advance whether this Martial Lord was indeed the one in charge of the "Ten Thousand Fragrances Hall" as others had said, without being too particular.

"Thud, thud, thud..."

The wooden floor made a harsh sound.

Xiao Bei wanted to use this sound to inform the people on the second floor of the "Ten Thousand Fragrances Hall" that he had come upstairs.

The second floor was indeed much more luxurious than the first floor.

Just from the luxury of the bottles containing pills, the craftsmanship, and the exquisite cabinets, it was clear that the pills on the luxurious second floor were several grades higher than those on the first floor.

"Senior, welcome to the 'Ten Thousand Fragrances Hall.'" As soon as Xiao Bei entered the second floor, an old man in a clean white robe, about seventy years old, greeted the masked Xiao Bei and bowed.

After all, in learning, there is no senior or junior; the one who reaches the goal first is the teacher.

The old man couldn't sense Xiao Bei's aura and naturally knew that Xiao Bei's strength was above his.

Although the old man estimated that Xiao Bei was younger than him based on his figure, he hadn't seen Xiao Bei's true face under the black mask and naturally didn't dare to be presumptuous.

Therefore, the old man knew that calling this person "Senior" was justified.

Behind the old man were three people: the young man in green robes who had just come up to report, and a young lady with delicate eyebrows and a fair, smooth complexion, wearing a light red cheongsam with a green chiffon scarf around her neck.

The young lady was not very old, about fifteen or sixteen years old. Her red and green attire, combined with her graceful figure, made her a striking beauty.

Next to the young lady was a plump young man with a large belly, much fatter than the earlier He Yong.

Before Xiao Bei entered, he heard this plump young man rambling.

When Xiao Bei appeared on the second floor, this plump young man didn't even look at him and continued to ramble to the young lady with bright eyes.

"Yueyue, I've always liked you, you know that. What is He Yong? He only has a broken beast core, not even reaching the pre-natal stage, just a ninth-grade one. Can that be called a core? Look at mine; it's a high-quality core that can rival a pre-natal stage saint-level martial artist. The energy it contains..."

"Look at what kind of person He Yong is. The hunter's core is similar to his, but he still shouted at the hunter and chased him downstairs, saying he would talk to him privately? Would the hunter dare to talk to him privately? Nonsense. He probably bullied the hunter downstairs. If you don't believe me, ask this young man in green robes..."

"Yueyue, no matter what, you know my feelings. Just give in to me..."

When Xiao Bei appeared at the top of the stairs on the second floor, it was just as this plump young man said, "Just give in to me."

It wasn't until the old man called Xiao Bei "Senior" that the plump young man's face changed, and he suddenly looked pure and serious. With this expression, he turned his body, changing his face from facing the young lady to facing the masked Xiao Bei.

Because the plump young man heard the old man call Xiao Bei "Senior." Not being stupid, he understood the weight of these words—this old man was the so-called master of the "Ten Thousand Fragrances Hall," Wang Yi, a Martial Lord. If he called someone "Senior," it was clear that this person's cultivation was above Wang Yi's, at least a Martial Lord of a similar level or slightly higher.

Pre-natal stage experts are respected everywhere, let alone someone who was at least a saint-level Martial Lord like Wang Yi, or even higher... Of course, it was worth currying favor with.

This thought made the plump young man bow deeply to Xiao Bei, looking a bit ridiculous. Then, he respectfully said to Xiao Bei, "Senior, it's an honor to have you here. Please, please sit down."

Saying this, the plump young man, with agility that seemed to contradict his fat body, darted to a cabinet more than ten meters away, picked up a wooden chair, and quickly returned. He carefully dusted off the almost invisible dust and placed the chair in front of Xiao Bei with a very respectful and cautious attitude.

This behavior made the young lady, who had secretly glanced at Xiao Bei, roll her eyes at the plump young man.

"Are you Wang Yi?"

Xiao Bei ignored the plump young man and directly asked the old man.

"Yes, I am your junior." The old man, Wang Yi, nodded. Before Xiao Bei could say more, Wang Yi smiled and said to the young lady, "Yueyue, come and meet Senior."