PDLP 44. Aren't they just a few spirit pearls?
44. Aren't they just a few spirit pearls?
Xu Yan was lost in thought when he was suddenly startled awake by a muffled thud. He saw the waiter who had just been there fly in from outside the door, smashing a guest table to pieces. The cups, plates, and bowls on the table were shattered all over the floor.
The diners were so startled that they stumbled backward.
The waiter was covered in soup, with half a table leg stuck in his ribs, and he was spitting blood while clutching his chest.
The shopkeeper rushed out, letting out a mournful cry as he helped the waiter up: "Shuan'er!"
Before Xu Yan could figure out what was going on, a fierce-looking man stormed into the shop and slammed a handful of spirit beads at the shopkeeper: "Old man Cui, are you tired of living? You dare to try and trick me with spirit beads!"
Although the spirit pearl was small, it was incredibly powerful. It struck the two men and immediately became embedded in their heads and faces, causing them to bleed profusely.
The diners nearby were also affected, but dared not complain in the slightest and hurriedly moved aside.
If the visitors hadn't blocked the gate, they probably would have scattered in a flash.
Manager Cui, barely holding back his pain, protested, "Steward Ding, what are you saying? Even if I were the boldest old man, I wouldn't dare to deceive you!"
Xu Yan's heart tightened. Wasn't that the spirit pearl he had given her?
"You wouldn't dare?" Deacon Ding sneered. "Did this spirit pearl just fall from the sky?"
Before he finished speaking, he kicked Manager Cui.
That kick was as fast as lightning; if it had landed on Manager Cui, he would have been crippled or killed.
Manager Cui subconsciously looked at Xu Yan, his eyes filled with fear and pleading.
"Stop!" Xu Yan shouted, slamming his hand on the table.
Deacon Ding seemed not to hear, and continued his journey with even greater speed.
Xu Yan flicked his finger, and an electric pellet struck Deacon Ding squarely in the back of the knee.
The latter felt a numbness in his leg, cried out in pain, stumbled, and almost fell to the ground, so he naturally couldn't kick out.
The event was sudden, and even the Palm Thunder technique was too long to prepare for; the Finger Flicking Thunder technique was the most suitable method.
Shopkeeper Cui's face changed drastically, and he desperately tried to stop them: "Two immortal masters, you mustn't ruin our harmony, you mustn't ruin our harmony!"
Having suffered a silent loss, Deacon Ding was unwilling to let it go and angrily said, "Whose belt wasn't fastened properly, causing you to be exposed?"
Xu Yan's face darkened, his anger flaring: "Who else could it be but your mother!"
Manager Cui was completely taken aback. He cursed at her to her face. Was this really a high and mighty immortal master?
The diners nearby were dumbfounded, wanting to laugh but not daring to, wanting to hide but unable to, wishing they could immediately dig out their ears: What did I just hear? Is this something I can hear?
"You're asking for death!" Deacon Ding was furious and drew his sword to stab.
Xu Yan flicked his fingers in quick succession, sending more than a dozen thunderbolts flying before they even reached the target.
Deacon Ding swung his sword, creating a series of afterimages, intending to deflect all the lightning balls. However, he only managed to block the first one before his palm felt an unprecedented tingling sensation. His arm trembled violently, and all subsequent movements became distorted.
The remaining lightning bolts followed one after another, all striking Deacon Ding, instantly causing him to twist and convulse. Inadvertently, he accidentally cut his own thigh with his sword, causing blood to gush out like a fountain.
Deacon Ding threw down his sword and stumbled back a few steps. Seeing that Xu Yan wasn't chasing after him, he hurriedly took out a pill, crushed it, and applied it to his thigh.
The gushing blood stopped immediately. Deacon Ding's expression was uncertain; he couldn't fathom which sect or school possessed such bizarre methods: "Who are you, sir?"
"A man who stands up for justice!" Xu Yan took out several porcelain bottles from his storage bag, identified them one by one, poured out a pill, and handed it to the shopkeeper: "This is a wound medicine. Give him one-tenth of it. Remember, don't take too much, or it will do more harm than good!"
The shopkeeper was overjoyed and readily agreed, immediately cutting off a small piece to feed the waiter.
The medicine worked immediately, and in no time, Xiao Er, who had been weak and exhausted, stood up as if nothing had happened.
Deacon Ding's eyelids twitched. If he wasn't mistaken, it was a Rejuvenation Pill!
Although it's just a healing medicine for Qi Refining cultivators, one Rejuvenation Pill is worth at least seventy or eighty spirit pearls!
It's just that a mortal was injured. Even if we don't pay a single penny in compensation, who would dare to say anything? But this kid is different. He gives away pills without batting an eye. Just who is he?
Deacon Ding was still seething with anger, but dared not show it on his face: "Fellow Daoist, do you intend to stand up for this lowly person?"
Xu Yan really wanted to retort, "You can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth. Do you have a mouth that's just spewing filth?"
But he could tell that Manager Cui was very afraid of this person. It was satisfying to refute him on the spot, but would this person retaliate against Manager Cui afterward?
Considering this, Xu Yan sneered, "Those spirit pearls were given to me. If you have any problems, come at me!"
"You gave it to me?" Deacon Ding couldn't help but look the person up and down, but he couldn't tell where the other person came from.
"Yes, I gave it to you!" Xu Yan said.
At this moment, the situation on the field is somewhat strange.
Xu Yan knew he didn't have many ways to deal with the enemy, and if he made a move, he might expose his true colors. So after stopping the other party from committing violence, he didn't make any further moves.
Deacon Ding was unsure of Xu Yan's identity and was intimidated by Lei Wan, so he dared not act rashly.
He finally softened his tone: "Everything comes down to reason. It doesn't bother me that you gave the shopkeeper the used spirit pearls, but it's a problem that he took them to Qinglan Academy to exchange for silver..."
"It's just a few spirit pearls, what's the big deal?" Xu Yan pulled out a dozen more from his sleeve. "Here you go!"
At this point, it's pointless to investigate why the spirit orb is empty; resolving the problem first is more important.
Deacon Ding snatched it, a forced smile playing on his lips, about to utter a few polite words, when his expression suddenly changed: "Fellow Daoist, are you deliberately mocking me?"
After saying that, he threw the spirit pearl back.
Xu Yanhuo rushed forward, intending to accuse the other party of being unreasonable, but when he took the spirit pearl, he discovered that the pearl was completely empty, without a trace of spiritual energy!
He was stunned on the spot.
Wait a minute, what's going on?
Xu Yan immediately pulled out all the remaining spirit pearls, but they all turned into useless pearls.
He was completely stunned. Where did my spiritual energy go? Where did all my spiritual energy go?
Deacon Ding sneered inwardly: They're putting on quite a convincing performance!
On the surface, however, he remained polite and respectful: "If you are short of funds, Fellow Daoist, our Qinglan Academy is not unable to lend a hand, but using used spiritual energy... um?"
Impatient with his rambling, Xu Yan simply took out a magic scroll from his storage bag and tossed it to Steward Ding: "Is this enough?"
Deacon Ding was taken aback, examined it on the spot, and nodded, saying, "This spiritual technique is fine!"
"If there are no problems, then exchange it for silver!"
Steward Ding took out two gold ingots from his Qiankun bag and added some loose silver, but these were only a fraction of the value of the Jade Manual.
He should have taken some more spirit pearls to make up the amount, but then he felt unwilling and simply took out a fist-sized piece of gold from his Qiankun bag: "I don't have enough silver with me, so I'll use this piece of gold to make up the difference."
Gold nugget?