Spare Me, Great Lord!

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Despite having two Class B pros’ spirits in her hands, they were slightly weaker than real people. Moreover, the materialization expert Johnson had yet to be conjured up and it would take around seven days to unlock the first star in Lu Xiaoyu’s third celestial map starting from that day.

It was too early to have fun just yet.

Leaving Li Yixiao behind them, Lu Shu and Lu Xiaoyu went straight ahead. Lu Shu’s main purpose this time was not money, but a deeper insight into this cultivation world and its price range.

Usually, most people’s world-views were built on the value of money, for example, the cost of living, housing and average income. Mere descriptions of the scenery may not offer a middle-aged woman a feel about the life there.

But if you mentioned the level of affluence or poverty locally, she would have a general idea of the place very quickly…

And Lu Shu decided to take this opportunity to learn more about the conditions of Practitioners across the world, whether they were affiliated or not.

As far as he could see, the individual Practitioner’s overall capabilities were more or less the same as those of Daoyuan Class students and they were still at the starting point.

Suddenly, they heard Li Yixiao, who was squatting in front of a stall and scratching his head agitatedly, “This, this, one. What money?!”

The Caucasian vendor was utterly confused by his awkward English. Lu Xiaoyu sighed in disbelief, “How surprising. I didn’t expect him to know the word ‘money’…”

“Well, I did,” Lu Shu also sighed, but with a tad tone of helplessness.

There were magical stones on sale as well, and they were of similar shape and size as those in the Chinese market. It seemed that the stones were almost a universal currency in the cultivation realm.

Perhaps, the cultivation community was the pioneer to the unification of international currencies before the commoners could do so, due to the complexity of interests involved.

It was said that there was once a fight on an island which led to the demise of over ten Class C’s. The violence was spearheaded by three Practitioners fighting for the ownership of a magical stone mine on the island.

At this moment, Lu Shu saw Zhi Wei walking towards him with a confident smile. Before he could stand still, Lu Shu held his hands together and said, “Sawatdee Kapu.”

Zhi Wei immediately walked away, the corner of his mouth twitched a little.

“From Zhi Wei’s distress, +666.”

In Thailand, boys were supposed to greet one another with Sawatdee Kapu, with “pu” being a silent syllable.

Many tour guides liked to teach the wrong things. For instance, they would say “Shui Jingjing” was used to describe a pretty girl while “Laomama” meant a handsome boy.

In fact, they were but a joke to please the tourists, not a real local phrase.

Unlike Li Yixiao, in spite of Lu Shu’s lack of experience in oral English, basic conversation was totally manageable for him. If the other person slowed down his speech, he could roughly understand him too.

Meanwhile, Li Yixiao had given up on his failed attempt and wanted to ask Lu Shu for help. However, Lu Shu was already gone…

“From Li Yixiao’s distress, +499!”

Concurrently, Lu Shu was preparing for his own exchange. His standard swords were out of the question for sure, as it would be hard to explain their origin. Lu Shu might be mistaken to be a killer with two Heavenly Network fighters’ blood on his hands.

In fact, one was from a spy and the other from the black market. But who would believe him? Thus, Lu Shu had made up his mind to feed them his golden water. Recycling was a good virtue!

As for the golden water, obviously it was given to him by Nie Ting on purpose. He did not have to worry about being questioned.

Furthermore, Lu Shu did not plan on selling the fruits capable of assisting with power awakening. Such valuable objects might easily attract malicious individuals as it was in urgent need for those rich Practitioners stuck at the bottleneck. Thus, a fight would be unavoidable should such items appear on the market.

In Lu Shu’s opinion, it was of the same standard as refresher fruits.

He could give one of them to Xiaoyu for a power boost before the remain and save the other one for another suitable time. Lu Shu wondered, what power would Lu Xiaoyu gain?

All of a sudden, the purple golden gourd in Lu Shu’s Seal of Lands started trembling violently as he walked past a stall. Actually, it was more like the flying dagger was excited.

Trying hard to suppress his exhilaration, Lu Shu looked around.

He had always been treating the gourd as the deity-slaying dagger. When the gourd and the flying dagger suddenly combined into a rather impressive-looking object, Lu Shu’s anticipation went unfulfilled. In the end, not only did he fail to achieve any tangible benefits, the basic function of his gourd was also gone!

And now, there was a reaction in the dagger again. What if it required all three components to work? No matter what, Lu Shu would get the third piece.

Why was Lu Shu so certain about the existence of the third component? Because it happened before! The current gourd was already a product pieced together.

Looking as if nothing had happened, he loitered around at the place, only to realize that the dagger was more excited when he walked to the left. He wasted some time at the adjacent stall for a while, until he finally came to his target. After studying the vendor for a few seconds, he asked, “An individual Practitioner from China?”

Surprised, the man looked back at him and replied in Chinese, “No. My ancestors were from China though, and we are now Malaysian residents.”

“I see,” Lu Shu nodded his head in acknowledgment. Malaysia was well known for its large Chinese population. Thus, it made perfect sense that something he was selling was brought abroad by the vendor’s ancestors. If he said he was a North American, Lu Shu would certainly question the reliability of the matter. After all, the probability of transferring something to such a remote place was considerably slim.

Lu Shu took a careful look at the few items on sale, one by one, before Lu Shu cleared his throat, “What do you sell? What use do they have?”

The vendor gave a description of each item. They were all ancient articles with little energy remaining. Thus, most of their functions were already lost, except for less useful ones like lighting up under the instillation of magical energy.

However, inexperienced in weapon repair, the man had no other options but to trade them at low prices for cultivation resources.