Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!-Chapter 59 - - The first cup of fruit tea in spring_1

Chapter 59: Chapter 59 – The first cup of fruit tea in spring_1

Chapter 59 -59 – The first cup of fruit tea in spring_1

Red Cotton Peak.

Named for the red cotton flowers that bloom on its summit all year round.

There’s a patch of open ground on this peak which was previously a shrine, now abandoned. The path leading to it is clean and tidy on either side, surrounded by ruins. It eventually became a place where disciples of the Shu Mountain Sect set up their stalls, and over time evolved into a small flea market called Red Cotton Market.

Compared to the precious and fixed-priced items sold at the sect’s front hall, the items on sale at Red Cotton Market come from the disciples’ own stalls and thus offer a wider variety and more room for negotiation. Buyers might get swindled, but they might also stumble upon a real bargain. Many Shu Mountain disciples even enjoy shopping here without buying anything.

But this was Chu Liang’s first time visiting.

Upon entering the bustling market, he saw big and small rugs spread out on both sides of the street with numerous items displayed for sale. These included elixirs, magic artifacts, and self-drawn talismans, all in varying states of quality, definitely not as guaranteed as the items sold in the front hall.

There were also spirit pets for sale, something one wouldn’t find at the sect’s entrance. Several spirit dogs were being shown off by a stall owner. There were black ones, white ones, and even spotted little puppies, all of them adorably huddled together.

Whenever someone inquired, the stall owner would demonstrate the spirit dogs’ talents.

As long as you let them sniff an item, they can track it down, no matter where you hide it.

With a tracking range of up to a hundred miles, which, as the spirit dogs mature, could potentially extend to a thousand miles.

If people wanted to try other items, the owner quickly waved them off, “If it’s not food, it doesn’t work as effectively. It’s not that they can’t find it, it’s just they don’t care to.”

On another stall, there was a magic artifact mirror that was incredibly peculiar. As long as you chant the incantation, “Divine mirror, divine mirror, tell me who the most beautiful person in the world is.”

The mirror will show the face of the person standing in front of it.

A curious bystander asked, “But can’t all mirrors reflect faces?”

The stall owner nodded and replied, “The magic of this artifact lies in the fact that unless you ask, it won’t show anything.”

“So, it’s just a broken mirror then?”

“What are you saying? Go away if you’re not buying anything.”

“…”

There was also a vendor selling a cracked bowl, claiming it as the “Treasure Scattering Bowl”.

Any treasure with a trace of spirit thrown into this bowl would immediately disappear.

A curious passerby decided to give it a try, throwing a stone in. After a while, there was no reaction. Then he tossed in a sword coin which vanished instantly.

The curious passerby exclaimed in awe, but subsequently demanded the sword coin back. The stall owner shrugged, saying he had no idea where it had gone.

The two began fighting and were promptly expelled by the Law Enforcement Hall’s resident disciples.

Squabbles like this happened every day, hence Law Enforcement Hall’s decision to station their disciples here permanently.

…

Watching all the liveliness, Chu Liang felt amused. Even after a round of window-shopping, he didn’t find anything he wanted to buy. To be honest, he didn’t have the money to buy anything now anyway.

Finally, he found a vacant spot.

He spread out a blanket he brought along, laid out a case on top of it, and arranged six small teacups in a row. He sat a jar of bee juice tea beside it.

He then erected a signboard with two lines of big characters.

“First fruit tea of spring.”

“Free tasting.”

In Red Cotton Market, strange things are never in short supply, so his stall, though unusual, didn’t seem too out of place. And as there were always plenty of curious onlookers around, several people stopped to inquire after a while.

“Hey bro, what’s this you’re selling?” A young disciple curiously asked.

“Fruit tea.” Chu Liang gestured towards the jar of bee juice tea.

“Tea? Does your tea have any special effects?” The young disciple asked again.

“It’s delicious,” Chu Liang replied with a smile.

“Ah?” The man seemed stunned, “That’s it?”

“It’s tasty and doesn’t make you fat,” Chu Liang added.

“…” The man seemed to find it a little weird.

“You can try it.” Chu Liang poured him a small cup of tea, and gestured him to take it.

No true cultivator really needs to lift a cup to drink. The disciple wasn’t shy either, he gently pouted and sucked in a stream of water from the cup into his mouth. After tasting it, he seemed pleasantly surprised.

“Mmm, indeed it’s quite delicious.” He quickly asked, “How much is it selling for?”

“One Sword Coin per container.” Chu Liang pointed at a jar of Bee Juice Tea beside him, “Such a large jar.”

“What? One Sword Coin?” The disciple looked as if he’d seen a ghost, “One Sword Coin for a jar of your sugary water? You might as well rob.”

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“Ah…” Chu Liang shook his head with a smile, not bothering to argue.

The young disciple gave him a glance that one might reserve for the mentally unstable, then scowled and stormed off.

This happened with a few others in similar fashion.

It was not surprising for them to react like this, Sword Coins are quite valuable within the Shu Mountain Sect. As previously mentioned, even if a disciple at the Divine Consciousness Realm undertakes tasks non-stop, he would only make about a hundred Sword Coins a month, sometimes less than that.

Disciples at the Golden Core Realm had somewhat more, but only marginally so.

Usually, they begrudged every Sword Coin spent as they needed Elixirs, talismans, Magic Artifacts, Flying Swords… and various other items and even then, it wouldn’t be enough.

Paying a Sword Coin for a drink that offers no additional effects other than its good taste, is indeed a bit extravagant.

But Chu Liang wasn’t in a hurry, simply sitting quietly.

After a while, a commotion suddenly emerged from the front, and the grumbling noise gradually grew louder and louder, making its way over.

“Immortal Jiang is here!”

Not until that shout came, people realized what was happening, and all peeked to have a look.

Indeed.

Like the moon surrounded by stars, there was a figure slowly moving this way.

It was Jiang Yuebai!

Her arrival suddenly set the Red Cotton Market alight with excitement.

People like Immortal Jiang seldom visited here. She certainly would not lack cultivation resources, so there would be no need to wander here. Moreover, visiting a crowded place would inevitably cause a gathering of onlookers, which she usually avoided intentionally.

But for some reason, Jiang Yuebai showed up at the Red Cotton Market today. Judging from her demeanor, she didn’t seem to have any specific goal. She was just strolling, all the way from the east to the west.

With her long flowing dress and elegant demeanor, she resembled a fairy who walked on lily pads.

Behind her, numerous Shu Mountain disciples from all directions trailed distantly, their eyes filled with admiration, respect, curiosity, and other fervent emotions.

But none dared to approach her for a chat.

Jiang Yuebai’s gaze wandered around before it seemed to pause on Chu Liang.

They locked eyes.

Then.

A faint smile appeared on her cooling face.

Immediately, low murmurs of astonishment echoed from Chu Liang’s side.

“Guys… she’s smiling at me!”

“…”

Amidst the random noise, Jiang Yuebai walked over to Chu Liang’s stall, leaned over slightly and asked, “What’s this?”

“Fruit tea.” Chu Liang replied nonchalantly.

“Ah, I’m allowed to sample? I’ll try.” Immortal Jiang blinked her eyes.

Letting her sip the tea from a teacup, her face instantly lit up with a sweet smile, gently nodding her head: “Mmm! It has a nice taste.”

“Senior Sister Jiang, would you like to buy a jar?” Chu Liang asked.

“Get me a jar… no, two jars instead.” Jiang Yuebai volunteered.

“Alright.” Chu Liang smiled and nodded, simultaneously declaring in a gentle but loud voice:

“The second jar, half price.”