Primordial Cultivator



After speaking his threat line, Yi Shuo had hurriedly left the auction room, clearly trying to go back to the Yi Clan and inform them of what had happened. 

Of course, Yang Wei wasn't going to stop him since he needed Yi Shuo to be the witness and spread the news for him.

Why stop someone when they are eagerly trying to help you?

"Seems like I have to trouble Jang Chinlong to clean up the mess now." Yang Wei turned around and stared at Jiang Chinlong.

"Haha, it's just some mess here. Not a big deal to clean them up." Jang Chinlong scratched his head and laughed it off.

However, he was secretly cursing inside his head about whether he had truly made the correct decision.

It had just been a few hours since he decided to collaborate with Yang Wei and he had already created a huge ruckus within the Trinity Plaza. He feared that his auction room would have been razed to the ground if Wang Tingguang had arrived any later. 

Yang Wei also knew he might have gotten a bit overboard, but he was not regretting his action one bit. 

In his eyes, everyone in the Yi Clan is his enemy. And for enemies, there shall be no mercy at all.

"Although you've said that, my heart still feels a bit uneasy to just leave like this," Yang Wei said. 

"Let's do this, the earning for the 8th tier pill shall be split 50-50 between us." 

"R-Really?!" 

Jang Chinlong had his eyes nearly popped out when he heard Yang Wei's words.

A 10% earning of the 8th tier pill is already insane, let alone a 50-50 split. The earning amount would not simply be some spirit stones, but treasures that people valued more than their own lives to trade. 

After all, there are barely any 8th tier pills left in the room and the current alchemists are simply inadequate to produce one.

"So what did you think about this arrangement?" Yang Wei asked, bringing Jang Chinlong back to reality. 

"Very happy, Sir Ni Yeye." Jang Chinlong smiled silly as he rubbed his hand together, creating a creepy look. 

Yang Wei was taken aback by his swift change in attitude.

'As expected, a businessman would always drool when they're making a profit.' He thought.

Sometime later, Yang Wei told Jang Chinlong that he would come back a few days later. The auctioning of the 8th tier pill would be magnanimous, so Jang Chinlong had suggested giving it a few days to increase its popularity. 

Yang Wei obviously agreed to the suggestion since it would only boost the profit further. 

Who would say no to extra money?

"Anyway Sir Ni Yeye, here's a special-made card with my spiritual imprint on it. As long as you bring this out to any of our branches, you will be treated in the utmost respect, even better than the normal VIP." Jang Chinlogn said as he handed him a shiny platinum-like card. 

Upon grabbing it, Yang Wei felt a chill emitting from the card, indicating the spiritual imprint of Jang Chinlong was intact. 

A spiritual imprint is an important aspect of a cultivator when they want to label things as them. It's a unique mark that cannot be falsified by anyone and the imprint made by Jang Chinlong had a clear message of who Yang Wei was.

Hence, even if Yang Wei were to lose the card by accident, no one else could use it, making the effort to steal someone's card pointless. 

Yang Wei gladly stored the card back into his spatial ring as he cupped his fist.

"I'll meet you in a few days, Jang Chinlong." Yang Wei said. 

After that, he left the Stonestar Mart and took a deep breath once he was outside. Though it was still a bit difficult to breathe due to his clothes covering his entire face.

'Phew, I should probably return soon. Otherwise, I might get reprimanded by Jing Feng and the others.' Yang Wei thought. 

Just when he decided to turn around and head toward the exit path, someone suddenly called him out.

"The gentlemen over there, do you want to enjoy some of our finest cuisines?" 

"No thanks, I'm fine-"

Yang Wei was about to reject her offer until he realized who was inviting him. 

It was none other than the person he had purposely tried to avoid before, Yan Meixu, a mysterious powerful expert that Yang Wei had met during his time in Ling City.

Even now, Yang Wei couldn't figure out why she had requested him for help when she herself was stronger than him. 

However, Yang Wei needed to keep up with his act because he is now Ni Yeye, not Yang Wei. 

"I'm sorry, but I'm not hungry." Yang Wei said in his hoarse voice. 

"Oh really?" Yan Meixu raised an eyebrow. She held an amused expression as she smiled slightly at him. 

At the same time, the crowd started turning their attention to Yang Wei, mainly because Yan Meixu was dressed in a beautiful cheongsam that revealed her smooth and long legs. 

Her two large bosoms were squeezed tightly and on the verge of tearing the cheongsam apart, causing the horny males to feel excited.

Yang Wei knew he must leave the scene as soon as possible. Otherwise, his cover would definitely be blown at this rate.

"Sorry, but you should look for another customer to advertise," Yang Wei said as he turned around and prepared to leave.

However, a mental transmission was suddenly sent through his brain, prompting him to stop his footstep.

"If you leave right now, then I'm going to expose your cover to everyone here, Yang Wei." 

Shocked, Yang Wei twitched his mouth as he turned around and gazed at the calm Yan Meixu. 

"I'll give you a count of three seconds to come into my restaurant. And remember, beauty does not like to wait on others." She continued to send a mental transmission, essentially threatening him. 

Yang Wei swallowed a mouthful of saliva nervously. 

'Why are all the women I encountered always so powerful and weird?'