Staying Alive Cautiously in the Celestial Realm and Becoming the Strongest

By the Lanqiang River, Flowing Horse Gathering.

The Lanqiang River, originating from the Northern Border Mountain, extends for thousands of miles, nurturing the vast grasslands. For centuries, many herder tribes have established enclosures along the rich and fertile riverbanks to serve as winter dwellings to avoid disasters and engage in trade.

The Flowing Horse Gathering is one of the largest enclosures among them.

As spring gave way to summer, it was the prime time of the grassland, and this large enclosure was exceptionally bustling. Many caravans arrived here to purchase the healthy cattle, sheep, and horses from the local herders.

Curling columns of kitchen smoke rose into the sky, and the cacophony of human voices filled the air, as tent after tent lifted their robed entrances to warmly welcome merchants and travelers from all directions.

In addition to trading livestock, the Flowing Horse Gathering also had a large number of spiritual medicines and spiritual materials produced from the grassland, thus one could see Loose Cultivators of different attires in the market.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

These white tents, similar to Mongolian yurts, essentially functioned as shops.

Some white tents had been in the Flowing Horse Gathering for a hundred years or even longer.

In one such white tent located at the southeastern corner of the market, a portly accountant who resembled the Maitreya Buddha when he laughed was busy instructing his employees to move goods.

Suddenly, a burly man pushed aside the robed entrance and barged into the white tent.

An assistant immediately greeted him with a smile, "Sir, we are still taking inventory, and we won't be open for business for another half a 'two hours'. Could you please..."

It was a rule in the Flowing Horse Gathering that only tents with lifted robe entrances did business.

"Get lost!"

However, the newcomer was extremely rude, pushing the assistant to the ground with his hand, "What are you supposed to be!"

The man was dressed in the leather armor commonly worn by hunters in the mountains, his body swollen with muscles, his short hair standing on end, and his broad-mouth wide-nosed face looked particularly fiendish.

His left eye was covered with a dark brown leather patch, obviously blind.

But he looked even more ferocious.

The accountant, having just turned around and seen this scene, said calmly, "You all go out first. I'll take care of this honored guest."

The assistants who were ready to fight with righteous indignation were all stunned.

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The accountant glared, "What are you staring at?"

The group of assistants snapped out of their daze, hastily helped their fallen companion up, and left.

Being an accountant here meant you had to be familiar with people from all walks of life; legitimate business had to be conducted uprightly, while underhanded deals also had to be made, or else survival was impossible.

Every white tent had its own secrets, and the employees knew very well that some things were not meant for them to know.

Once his subordinates had all left the white tent, the accountant's expression instantly turned gloomy: "Solitary Wolf, have you grown so bold as to come here and cause trouble for me?"

With a wave of his hand, he activated the restrictions set up in the tent, temporarily isolating the inside from the outside to prevent eavesdropping.

Although the other party had a cultivation level of the ninth layer of Qi Cultivation, brimming with an imposing evil aura,

the accountant was not at all scared, his gaze one of someone who had the situation under control.

The man called "Solitary Wolf" scoffed, "This place isn't an extremely dangerous place, so why can't I come?"

"You don't know shit!"

The accountant, suppressing his anger, lowered his voice and said, "I told you last time, don't come around here for no reason. My worthless life may not be worth much, but if you mess up the deals of the higher-ups, even giving your own life three times over wouldn't be enough to compensate!"

"I want to see your Family Head."

Solitary Wolf waved his hand and said, "To discuss a deal."

The accountant was momentarily taken aback, then burst into laughter, "Solitary Wolf, you flatter yourself too much. Do you think just anyone can meet with my boss whenever they wish?"

Although the man before him could be considered a notable figure among Loose Cultivators,

compared to his own master, he was really no better than a pig or a dog!

The accountant's voice was full of mockery, "Just tell me whatever it is. When it comes to business, I can still make decisions."

But at the same time, he discreetly gripped a Jade Talisman, ready to activate it at any moment.

Solitary Wolf traveled alone, his heart fierce and his hand ruthless. The accountant dared not bet that the other wouldn't suddenly go mad, and had long been prepared.

However, Solitary Wolf did not get angry. Instead, he regarded the accountant with a look of disdain. "Do you have the authority to decide on matters concerning the Golden Core Cave Mansion?"

"What?"

The accountant was greatly shocked, scarcely believing his own ears.

Concerning matters of the Golden Core Cave Mansion, he certainly had no authority to decide, but could a mere Qi Cultivation Loose Cultivator like Solitary Wolf have any connection with the Golden Core Cave Mansion?

The accountant did not believe it. "Solitary Wolf, what do you know of the Golden Core Cave Mansion? You'd better not be spouting nonsense without proof!"

Although he said this, there was a new level of caution in his tone.

The posture exhibited by Solitary Wolf was in no way joking or indicative of a crazed mind.

In response to the accountant's doubt, Solitary Wolf offered no explanation.

He simply extended his right hand, flipped his wrist, and in his palm, a small bronze Ding suddenly appeared.

The next moment, the small Ding swelled several times in size, simultaneously emitting a low, resounding hum.

An ancient, profound, and majestic aura dispersed within the tent!

The accountant stared intensely at the bronze Ding in Solitary Wolf's hand, his eyeballs nearly popping out of their sockets.

To be an accountant in the white tents, one must first have a bright mind, and the basic ability was to distinguish real from fake.

Although he did not know the origins of this bronze Ding, just from its appearance and the aura he perceived, he could assert it was an ancient treasure, at least of the level of a Spiritual Artifact.

It might even be a Magical Treasure!

If he was not confident of taking down the other party, the accountant would have already activated the Jade Talisman in his hand.

He took a deep breath, "Is this from the Golden Core Cave Mansion?"

If at first the accountant had only a modicum of belief in Solitary Wolf's words, now he was at least ninety percent convinced!

What virtue and ability did Solitary Wolf have to have such fate!

"As long as you understand." Solitary Wolf put away the copper Ding arrogantly, "Now, do I have the qualifications to meet your Family Head?"

After thinking for a moment, the accountant answered, "This is a significant matter, I cannot make the decision, I need to first make contact with the other side."

He was very aware that if his Family Head learned of this, they would by no means let it slip away.

"I will wait at the Flowing Horse Gathering for two days."

Solitary Wolf said indifferently, "Just two days. If you can't make contact by then, forget it, I'll look for another party."

"Don't get any funny ideas."

The one-eyed Loose Cultivator glared at the accountant, snarling, "If I dare to negotiate a deal with your Family Head, I'm not afraid of treachery. When the time comes, we both go our separate ways, and no one should think about getting the upper hand!"

The accountant fell silent—he had indeed entertained such a thought.

Seeing the one-eyed Loose Cultivator so brazenly confident, he also could not help but feel apprehensive and hesitated before replying, "Alright, I will definitely contact you within two days."

Solitary Wolf flicked his hand and released a Messenger Crane, "Two days."

Having said that, Solitary Wolf turned and left the tent, leaving the accountant with a face that constantly changed colors.

After a moment, he sat down in front of a desk, took out a piece of Talisman Paper, and hastily wrote down several lines.

He then folded it into a paper falcon.

"Go!"

The paper falcon in the accountant's hand instantly became a streak of light, flashing out of the tent, vanishing without a trace!

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