Life Simulation: Add Tags Starting with Wellness Technique

Chapter 59: Outstanding Tool! (2)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“I…” Ji Baiwei’s eyes widened, and her mind raced.

“Look!” Han Zhao continued, “Then perhaps the truth is that I was threatened. If I save you, you will die instead, and I will die too! You look like you’re in danger, but there’s actually no danger at all. It’s just that you thought you were in danger, and I left you in the lurch. You can’t just look at the surface of everything. Otherwise, you will easily treat good people as bad people and bad people as good people!”

“I understand.”

“For example, because of your cousin, you misunderstood me as Han Cheng. If I was very weak, would you have stabbed me to death back then? This way, there would be one less good person in the world! Right?!” Han Zhao’s expression was extremely serious.

“I’m… I’m sorry.” Ji Baiwei lowered her head in shame.

“It’s okay. I’ve never held a grudge.” Han Zhao gently patted the back of Ji Baiwei’s head.

He usually did not hold grudges because he would basically take revenge on the spot. If he could not take revenge on the spot, he would remember it in a small notebook and take revenge in the future. “You’re a good person!” Ji Baiwei nodded heavily.

“Well, as long as you know that.”

Han Zhao was certain that there were benefits to being pure.

“Now, adjust your mentality. I still have to rely on you to perform later.”

“Yes!”

After Ji Baiwei finished her second cup of tea, a fair-faced, beardless, and elegant-looking middle-aged man walked into the private room.

Han Zhao had heard the other party’s footsteps in advance. At this moment, he was already standing behind Ji Baiwei, his body as straight as a javelin.

[A Martial Master at the Greater Mastery of Force Tempering. From his figure and movements, he seems to be good at leg techniques and fist techniques.] A notification appeared on the system interface.

Han Zhao realized that ever since he charged more money, the notification information had become more and more useful.

“Thank you for waiting. I’m Fang Ling, a registered elder of the Fang family and the supervisor of this Myriad Treasure Pavilion. How should I address the two of you?” Fang Ling cupped his hands at the two of them.

Ji Baiwei nodded expressionlessly.

Han Zhao took a step forward and cupped his fists. “Greetings, Manager Fang. I’m Ding Xiu. This is the thirteenth daughter of the Ji family.”

Seeing that Ji Baiwei was so arrogant, Fang Ling was not unhappy at all. His current identity was not a Force Tempering Martial Master, but a supervisor. The two people opposite him were not juniors, but customers.

However… there didn’t seem to be a large family with the surname Ji nearby.

“I wonder what kind of cultivation method Young Master Ding wants to sell?” Fang Ling asked.

“This is the Hundred Poison Palm. It can be cultivated to the Greater Mastery stage of Force Tempering.” Han Zhao took out a secret manual from his pocket. “Greater Mastery of Force Tempering?” Fang Ling’s expression turned solemn as he took the secret manual and checked it.

He briefly read through the contents before starting to check the blood qi circulation diagram and the grasp Internal Force basic diagram in detail.

After a long while, Fang Ling nodded secretly and said, “The secret manual is real, but there are many restrictions.”

“Director Fang, just give me a fair price.” Han Zhao said calmly.

“We can offer five thousand taels of silver.” Fang Ling pondered and said, “If this secret manual is auctioned, it can probably be sold for an additional one to two thousand taels of silver.

Some martial artists who cultivated poison techniques could even pay a higher price.

“However, our Myriad Treasure Pavilion has the best reputation. We can completely keep our customer’s information confidential and not let the two of you have any worries.”

“5,000 taels is still a little low.” Han Zhao frowned slightly.

This was more than 3,000 taels less than the auction, but it was safe. He could accept it. After all, the money he had now had already exceeded the number of simulations provided by the Yin energy. When the Yin energy was used up, he still had money left. When his strength increased, it would be easy to earn money.

Fang Ling was not in a hurry to speak.

He had to be calm when doing business. If he offered a lower price, it would give the other party room to raise the price. “How about 6,000 taels?” Han Zhao probed.

“Six thousand taels, or…”

“It’s just a thousand taels. What’s there to fuss about? It’s a waste of time.” Ji Baiwei suddenly spoke, looking a little ‘irritated’.

“Thirteenth Miss, you don’t care about this thousand taels. If you throw money on the gambling table, this money will only make a sound. However, I lost all the money I brought this time for you. I have to earn some money, right?” “Hmph!” Ji Baiwei snorted.

“By the way, when Lord Ji comes, don’t tell her that I brought you to gamble.

Otherwise, she’ll skin me alive.”

“Got it, got it. How long-winded.”

Seeing this, Fang Ling could not help but ask, “I wonder who Miss Ji is…”

“Great Liang, Ji Family, it’s not good to say anything else.” Han Zhao said indifferently, “Supervisor Fang, since Thirteenth Miss is anxious from waiting, I’ll accept five thousand taels.”

“Alright, please wait a moment.” Fang Ling nodded and walked out of the private room. When he went upstairs to get the money, he muttered softly, “Great Liang, Ji family?”

“The Ji family!” Fang Ling suddenly lost his voice and revealed a shocked expression. “Could this be a descendant of an aristocratic family?!”

Ordinary people might think that families with powerful martial artists in their families were called aristocratic families, but only Force Tempering Martial Masters like them could come into contact with aristocratic families.

He had once stayed in Yuan Chang County City for a period of time and had seen the descendants of aristocratic families. That had already exceeded the limits of mortals.

It was very difficult for martial artists to defeat descendants of aristocratic families of the same level.

Almost no one dared to pretend to be a descendant of an aristocratic family, especially a colossus like the Ji family.

“However, we still have to test them.” Fang Ling pondered for a moment and called a servant over. “Go to the pharmacy and get eight catties of dried demon snake meat. I want it to be older! Then follow me to the door of the private room. Don’t come in unless I call you..”