Chapter 120: Selling Goods in Golden Scale Pavilion, The Goat-Led Tracker Appears

Yu Xian didn’t care about the trio’s disdain.

He had grown up this way; such things no longer affected his mood.

He simply said flatly, “There are items in this poor Daoist’s storage bag that are not convenient for fellow Daoists to view. I would ask for a new mid-grade storage bag so that I can transfer the items.”

The three of them froze momentarily. Su Xiaoduo’s expression remained calm, but the joy in her eyes only deepened.

Clearly, she had made the right bet!

This young Foundation Establishment cultivator really had goods…

A mid-grade storage bag on him—no less!

That alone was worth tens of thousands of spirit stones.

Most early Foundation Establishment cultivators didn’t even own a mid-grade storage bag, having to make do with seven or eight low-grade ones instead.

The trio’s thoughts whirled until one of them smiled and stood up. “Of course. Fellow Daoist’s privacy is to be respected. This is normal—we certainly understand.”

He handed over a mid-grade storage bag. “Just put everything in here. Should be more than enough, right?”

Su Xiaoduo quickly stepped forward, respectfully accepted the bag, and handed it to Yu Xian.

Yu Xian ignored the faint mocking tone, nodded calmly, and said, “Naturally, it’s enough.”

He took the empty storage bag and placed it inside his robe.

Transferring items between storage bags took time.

The three men watched as Yu Xian’s hand remained inside his robe. Their smiles began to fade and were replaced with serious expressions.

Su Xiaoduo’s eyes grew even brighter, the joy nearly impossible to contain.

No one faked transferring items like this. If the storage bag ended up containing only a few things after a long delay, one would only make themselves a laughingstock.

So… this young Foundation Establishment cultivator really had a lot of items.

Could it all be junk?

The three men began to wonder.

Yu Xian spent half an incense stick’s time transferring everything—there was just so much stuff.

He had killed many Qi Condensation cultivators along the way, and even several Foundation Establishment ones. All their things had been dumped into his mid-grade storage bag—no small haul.

He couldn’t even estimate the total value anymore. Around three hundred thousand? Maybe?

Whatever… as long as he could get 300,000 spirit stones, he wouldn’t complain.

When he finally withdrew his hand from his robe and handed the now-filled storage bag back to Su Xiaoduo, he said calmly, “There’s a lot. Please appraise them.”

At this point:

All magic artifacts except the four he used himself were thrown in.
Most talismans except some high-level ones were gone.
Nearly all his pills, herbs, incomplete materials—everything not directly useful—were included.

He retained only:

His personal treasures like the Cyan Spirit Sword and the semi-broken Spirit God Shield,
Precious 4th-grade or pseudo-5th-grade herbs,
And high-grade materials needed for alchemy.

The rest—dumped.

In his own storage bag now remained just:

Over 800,000 low-grade spirit stones,
More than 2,000 mid-grade stones,
And not much else.

It was a complete inventory purge.

Su Xiaoduo, trying hard to suppress her excitement, handed the bag over respectfully.

One of the men accepted it and exchanged a look with the others before channeling spiritual energy into the bag to inspect it.

As they did, their expressions immediately changed. All three turned to glance at Yu Xian, then focused intently on the task of sorting, evaluating, and categorizing the items.

The bag wasn’t completely full—but nearly.

From experience, they could already tell: the value was no less than 300,000.

If this had been sold piece by piece at full price, it would fetch well over 400,000.

As they worked, Su Xiaoduo said softly, “Senior, please take a seat. I’ll bring you some tea.”

Yu Xian nodded slightly and walked in calmly. “Also, sell these two spirit beasts for me.”

“Of course! Don’t worry, Senior!”

She excitedly took the twin-tailed fox and black-armored goose and left quickly.

Yu Xian sat calmly at the tea table and began sipping tea.

In the cultivation world, tea wasn’t about ritual or sophistication—it was about efficacy.

This tea was slightly bitter at first, then turned sweet, refreshing the blood and replenishing qi. It was clearly made from a 3rd-grade spirit herb—definitely quality tea.

“All done.”

Just then, the three men finished their appraisal.

Yu Xian turned his head, calm and composed.

The man surnamed Shi looked at him deeply and said, “The items are too many to list one by one. I’ll quote a total—if you’re satisfied, we’ll proceed. If not, you’re free to take them back.”

Yu Xian nodded. “Very well. Please quote the price.”

“380,000 low-grade spirit stones, or 3,000 mid-grade stones.”

Su Xiaoduo’s eyes widened. Her lips parted in shock.

380,000!

This guy… had that much to sell?

Yu Xian remained unfazed and, after a moment’s thought, nodded. “Your pavilion offers a fair price. I’ll sell and take the mid-grade stones.”

“Great!”

The man smiled. “You’re straightforward. I am Shi Yuanmu. If you have anything else to sell or appraise in the future, come to us.”

“I’m Wu Linfeng.”

“I’m Liu Huanyin.”

The others also smiled and greeted him.

Yu Xian nodded in return. “I am Xu Haoming. I’ll surely come again if I have more things to sell.”

“Haha! So we’re acquaintances now!”

Shi Yuanmu laughed heartily. “Xu Daoyou, please wait a moment. I’ll fetch the spirit stones.”

He turned and left the room.

The other two smiled and added, “If you’re looking to buy anything—magic items, pills, talismans—Golden Scale Pavilion has it all. Just tell Xiaoduo, and she’ll guide you.”

“Of course,” Yu Xian replied with a smile. “Once I receive the stones, I’ll be looking for items and materials.”

Su Xiaoduo’s eyes lit up with delight.

380,000 stones?

If he spent even 100,000, she’d get several thousand in commission!

But just then—

“Daoist Shi, Daoist Liu, Daoist Wu, I’ve come to bother you again!”

A voice echoed as five cultivators entered.

The room was large enough to fit them all comfortably.

The lead was clearly a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator and an old customer.

Seeing others present, he smiled. “Oh? Guests here already? Then I’ll wait a bit.”

Wu Linfeng also smiled. “No matter. We’ve just finished our transaction with Daoist Xu. Here to sell materials again, Daoist Sun?”

“Haha, yes. Got a haul recently, here to trade it for spirit stones.”

The others behind him didn’t speak, quietly observing.

Yu Xian remained calm, sipping his tea, as if nothing had changed.

But deep within his eyes—a cold glint flickered.

Among the five newcomers, one had a four-colored phoenix-eyed cat on his shoulder.

A Little Phoenix Cat.

And not just any—his Little Phoenix Cat.

These spirit beasts might not be rare, but there could never be two identical ones.

Just like no two leaves are exactly the same.