After finishing breakfast, he ignored the rest of the Tang family. Without even saying goodbye, he left the villa.
It was Sunday—no school.
Tang Qingmo headed toward the downtown comrcial district.
A few days earlier, he had spotted this area on the map provided by the system. Since he had free ti over the weekend, he decided to take a look and buy so suitable items along the way.
That comrcial street was currently the longest street in Demon City, with the widest variety of shops.
Even in the morning, many stores were already open.
Suddenly, the system's voice sounded:
[Host! You can go check out the nearby street-stall area first! People set up stalls there very early!]
Tang Qingmo asked skeptically:
[Street stalls? You an the kind where you can casually stroll around and stumble upon cheap treasures?]
[…More or less. You seem pretty familiar with this?]
[Isn't that how novels usually go?]
After all, Tang Qingmo had been exposed to countless types of novels through his subordinates, so he was very familiar with these tropes.
Still, he was a bit curious—maybe he could buy sothing like a strength potion or detoxifying little yellow beans…
When he arrived at the street-stall trading area, it was just as the system had said. Many vendors were already out setting up their stalls.
"Young man! Underwear—three pairs for ten yuan! Don't miss it if you pass by!"
"Boss! Interested in a waterlon that boosts blood and vitality? Guaranteed ripe!"
"This is a Dragon-Slaying Treasure Blade passed down from a certain dynasty! Only three hundred yuan! Cos with a red jade pendant once possessed by a mysterious old master! Once you pass this street, it's gone!"
There were young vendors and elderly ones alike. When they saw Tang Qingmo, they all loudly advertised their goods.
As Tang Qingmo walked past the stalls, he casually glanced at the items, getting a rough look at them.
Conclusion: all garbage ant to scam money.
[So cheap grand treasures really only exist in novels, huh?] Tang Qingmo silently complained.
System: ...
However, when he reached one particular stall, Tang Qingmo's attention was suddenly captured by a stone.
"Oh? You've taken a liking to this?" The stall owner was an elderly man wearing a straw hat, dressed in a gray traditional jacket, sitting cross-legged while holding a sword.
He looked like he was deliberately imitating so unfathomable old master.
Tang Qingmo asked, "Old sir, how much is this stone?"
After all, he had collected a massive amount of regret points for the Heavenly Dao—his luck shouldn't be bad, right?
"Four hundred. Fixed price," the old man said with a smile. "If you think it's too expensive—"
Tang Qingmo imdiately held out his phone. "Oh, do you take QR code paynts or cash?"
Old man: ?
"You're not bargaining?"
That was strange. Didn't people usually haggle at street stalls?
Tang Qingmo: ?
"Didn't you say fixed price? Can it be cheaper?"
Old man: "No. You misheard!"
A middle-aged man from a nearby stall walked over and said, "Kid, don't let him fool you!"
"Four hundred for a broken stone—it's not worth it!"
The old man said disdainfully, "Scram, scram, scram! This is stone gambling! If you can't sell your stuff, don't interfere with my business!"
Tang Qingmo said calmly, "If it's stone gambling, then it's just four hundred yuan to have a bit of fun."
In truth, he felt that gambling four hundred yuan was pretty cheap. After all, he wasn't short on money right now.
Middle-aged man & old man: ?
Four hundred yuan… just for fun?
They had spent less than ten yuan on breakfast that morning!
Poverty really limits imagination!
After scanning the paynt for four hundred yuan, Tang Qingmo used his qi and blood energy to split the stone open.
But in the very next instant—
A beam of red light burst out from within the stone!
Middle-aged man: "Th-this is…!?"
The intense glow attracted people from the entire street.
And at the roadside outside the street, a motorho slowly ca to a stop…
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