Profit or Loss

The old man listened to the conversation between Shen Yi and Huang Ren. His eyes flickered slightly as he took down another weapon from the wall—this one was a sword.

"Come, look at this. This sword can help you gain some merits when you go to the Mystic Realm." Shen Yi took the sword and examined it carefully. It felt quite heavy in his hand.

He thought it made sense. If they needed to bring weapons into the Mystic Realm, buying one here would be fine.

"Boss, how much is this one?" Huang Ren asked, unable to put down the saber he liked.

The boss held up five fingers and said to Huang Ren, "5,000 yuan, fixed price. Honest business, absolutely a good saber." Huang Ren was just about to pay when Shen Yi stopped him.

"Boss, can you make it a bit cheaper?" Shen Yi looked at the shop owner and asked.

The boss looked up at Shen Yi and said casually, "How much are you offering?" Shen Yi held up five fingers. Seeing this, the boss nodded and said, "Five hundred is fine. Come over here to scan the code." With that, he pulled out a QR code from behind and handed it to Shen Yi.

This left Shen Yi speechless. He had originally wanted to ask for a 50% discount, since by international standards, bargaining always started by cutting the price in half. He hadn't expected the boss to set the price himself before he could even speak.

Hearing this, Huang Ren happily paid, and the two turned to leave the shop.

Stepping out of the shop, Shen Yi said to Huang Ren, "Did we buy it too expensive? This boss sold it too readily."

"How about I go buy another one? This time I'll cut the price ruthlessly," Huang Ren said, his eyes darting around.

Shen Yi didn't think too much of it, feeling his words made sense, so they turned back into the shop.

"Boss, we plan to buy another saber," they said upon entering.

"No problem, which one do you want? Choose for yourselves." The boss nodded, pointing to the weapons on the opposite wall.

This time, Shen Yi bought a sword, the very one the boss had shown him earlier.

"How much is this one?" Shen Yi asked.

"5,000 yuan, fixed price. Honest business." The boss used the same old line.

Shen Yi: "Boss, can you make it cheaper?"

Boss: "Name your price. If it's reasonable, I'll sell it to you."

Shen Yi: "100 yuan."

Boss: "Deal, no problem."

He then pulled out the QR code, gesturing for Shen Yi to scan it.

After scanning, Shen Yi looked at the boss. "Boss, about our previous one..."

Before Shen Yi could finish, the boss took down another one from the wall, handed it to Shen Yi, and said, "I'll throw this in for free, say no more."

Shen Yi: "..."

Huang Ren: "..."

Holding three weapons, the two walked out of the shop, staring at the sword in their hands.

Huang Ren asked weakly, "Shen Yi, do you think we got scammed and bought them too expensive?"

Shen Yi: "...Don't talk to me, I want some quiet."

Shen Yi silently looked at the sword in his hand. The Black Market was indeed not a place for decent people.

The two were no longer in the mood to wander around. The three weapons in their hands felt like a heavy blow to their hearts.

Since it was getting late, they prepared to leave the Black Market.

Just as they reached the end of the street, Shen Yi spotted a familiar figure.

It was the black-clothed woman who had almost taken his life twice, Ji Luo, also known as Ya Xiao.

Ji Luo happened to be near the entrance of the Black Market.

Encountering this woman again, Shen Yi's reflex was to hide. Coincidentally, right beside him was the small stall that had been selling the Nine Revolutions Soul Returning Pill earlier.

"Ah, little brother, have you thought it through? Do you want to buy some pills? Guaranteed to be top quality, essential medicine for your travels." The stall owner, seeing Shen Yi approach his stall again, enthusiastically pitched his pills.

"Boss, I don't need them," Shen Yi hastily declined. This stuff was more potent than herbicide; who would dare eat it?

"Does no one in your family need them? How about I read your fortune? I see darkness between your brows; you will surely face a fatal disaster in a few days." The boss went to great lengths just to sell his pills.

At this moment, Shen Yi had no time to respond to the boss. His eyes kept darting toward Ji Luo in the distance, terrified of being recognized.

Sensing something was wrong with Shen Yi, Huang Ren asked, "Shen Yi, what's wrong with you? You look like you've seen something terrifying."

"Ah Ren, leave the Black Market right now. Go to the Supernatural Bureau, find a captain named Qiao Yi, and tell him I'm in danger in the Black Market." Shen Yi spoke to Huang Ren with utmost seriousness.

Shen Yi wanted to call Qiao Yi himself, but he couldn't remember where he had thrown the card from before, and he didn't remember the number on it.

If he casually called the Supernatural Bureau, he might be dead before they arrived.

"Alright, be careful. I'm going right now." Huang Ren rarely saw Shen Yi speak so seriously. Knowing the gravity of the situation, he didn't ask questions and headed straight out of the Black Market.

"Little brother, do you want a fortune reading? If it's inaccurate, it's free." Seeing Shen Yi ignore him, the stall owner spoke up again.

Seeing that Ji Luo over there wasn't paying attention to him, Shen Yi turned his back and chatted with the stall owner.

"Boss, you even know how to read fortunes?" Shen Yi asked casually.

"What are you saying? Having traveled the world for so long, they say many skills never burden the body. Do you want a reading? I see darkness between your brows; you might face a fatal disaster." The boss said proudly in response to Shen Yi's doubt.

"Don't look at my medicine sales and think I'm a bit unreliable. My family has been reading fortunes for three generations. If it's inaccurate, it's free."

"Are you sure you didn't misspeak?" Shen Yi was skeptical. Earlier, the guy had pitched pills that poisoned a bird to death on the spot.

The boss, accustomed to Shen Yi's skepticism, said in a low voice, "To be honest, my family has been reading fortunes for three generations. By the time it reached me, the inheritance was almost cut off."

"Boss, are you single?"

"What do you mean single? I have a wife and children," the boss said angrily.

Shen Yi said calmly, "Then why did you say the inheritance was almost cut off?"

"I meant that by my generation, no one believes in fortune-telling anymore. To be honest, my ability is actually Fortune-Telling, which is considered a Spiritual-type." the boss explained.

"There's actually such an ability? This is my first time hearing of it."

"Of course there is. With the revival of spiritual energy, everyone's abilities are constantly awakening, and all kinds of abilities will appear. Fortune-telling abilities exist, they are just relatively rare." With that, the boss pulled out a brand new deck of poker cards from under the table, opened them, and skillfully shuffled them twice.

Holding the shuffled cards, he presented them to Shen Yi and said, "Come, think of what you want in your heart, pull one out, and I'll calculate it for you."

"Isn't your deck of poker cards a bit too casual?"

Boss: "..."