Realm of the Night God

Previously, the price Zeng Bingwen quoted was already very low in Yang Haoran's eyes, but considering that he did not want to show off his wealth, even though he was very tempted, he still refused Zeng Bingwen.

What he didn't expect was that Zeng Bingwen actually lowered the price again on his own initiative, although he didn't specify how much he lowered it, but since the original price was already very low, it would naturally become even lower, this was certain.

Seeing the surprised look on Yang Haoran's face, Zeng Bingwen thought there might be a chance, so he immediately struck while the iron was hot.

"Yang Divine Envoy, to be honest, I, Zeng Bingwen, used to be quite wealthy, but since I opened this shop in a moment of madness, I not only exhausted my family's savings, but even owe a huge debt. So now I really need soul pills, not to improve my own strength, but to pay off the debt first."

Although Yang Haoran said he was really out of money, Zeng Bingwen verbally agreed, but in his heart he didn't fully believe it. During this period, he had some contact with Yang Haoran, and Yang Haoran gave him a very steady feeling. For such a person to open a shop and do business in the underworld, if he didn't leave some reserve funds to deal with some emergencies, he really didn't believe it.

So when he said these words to Yang Haoran, he not only expressed his own difficulties and inner helplessness, but also told Yang Haoran that this deal would not be a loss, hoping that Yang Haoran would change his mind.

Hearing this, Yang Haoran's face showed a look of hesitation. After thinking about it, he spoke up.

"Everyone has difficulties. Perhaps the predicament you, Divine Envoy Zeng, are facing today will be the predicament I, Yang Haoran, will face tomorrow. Sigh, originally I really couldn't help in this matter, because I really don't have any soul pills left. But since Divine Envoy Zeng has put it this way, if I refuse again, it would seem a bit heartless. You name the price."

Yang Haoran acquiesced, which made Zeng Bingwen's heart jump for joy, but then he also felt a little uneasy, because he had to re-price the goods in his shop. If the price was set well, then he and Yang Haoran would not only be mutually pleased, but at least they could be considered to have cooperated happily. But if the price was not set well, both parties would be very embarrassed. The most up‑to‑date version is on M4VLEMP4YR.

Zeng Bingwen gritted his teeth and quoted a price, reducing it by five soul pills at once. After the words fell, he hurriedly added.

"Yang Divine Envoy, rest assured, you won't lose money by giving me fifteen soul pills for these things. Even if I sell these things to other shops, I estimate I can get at least twelve to thirteen soul pills. Although I sell at a higher price than other shops, other shops are too ruthless in slaughtering people like me. The prices they offer are far lower than the real value of the items, so..."

Although Zeng Bingwen didn't say the rest, Yang Haoran understood what he meant.

As for this point, even if Zeng Bingwen didn't say it, Yang Haoran knew, because when he originally prepared to sell his collection, he had witnessed how heavy the knives of these underworld merchants were, saying that every knife cut to the bone would not be an exaggeration.

Although Yang Haoran hadn't checked the goods in Zeng Bingwen's shop one by one, even just the things he had seen, their value was not less than twenty soul pills. If the goods he hadn't checked were included, the value would naturally be even greater. After all, no matter how you look at it, Zeng Bingwen was an old-fashioned Burial Master. How could he possibly bring some worthless things to his own shop for sale? That would be slapping his own boss in the face.

Twenty soul pills were stable profits, and fifteen soul pills would make even more profits. If these things encountered people who needed them, the gains would be even greater.

This account was very simple and didn't need to be calculated. Yang Haoran hesitated for a moment, then nodded lightly under Zeng Bingwen's expectant gaze.

The reason he hesitated was not because he was calculating, but because he was pretending. He had to make Zeng Bingwen feel that his financial resources were really tight, and he was really in a dilemma. His previous refusal was not to lower the price.

Seeing Yang Haoran nod, Zeng Bingwen's uneasiness disappeared.

Before Yang Haoran nodded, he had already made up his mind. If Yang Haoran disagreed, or wanted to bargain down the price further, he would sell all these goods to other shops at a throwaway price. Although this would make him earn two to three soul pills less, it was unavoidable, after all, he urgently needed soul pills.

Fortunately, the worst result did not happen. Yang Haoran eventually relented and nodded in agreement to accept his goods, which made him happy but also a bit disappointed and resigned.

He was happy because all the items were sold off, and he could obtain fifteen soul pills.

He was disappointed because this shop and he would no longer have any relationship, not even the goods inside the shop, as they would no longer belong to him.

As for the resigned feeling, it was naturally because selling everything in bulk was too much of a loss, but he had no choice but to do so. How could he not feel resigned about it?

"Although divine envoy's business failed, you didn't run away or default on your debts. Instead, you thought about how to pay off the debt first, which is something I admire," Yang Haoran said with a smile, then took out three small porcelain bottles from his spatial storage and made them float between him and Zeng Bingwen.

"What is this?"

Seeing that Yang Haoran had taken out small porcelain bottles instead of soul pills, a puzzled expression appeared on Zeng Bingwen's face.

"I didn't deceive you earlier. I really don't have any soul pills left, let alone fifteen soul pills at once. However, these three porcelain bottles contain elixirs that can be used to recover from injuries. Each bottle has ten drops. I previously sold some of these elixirs, and in the underworld, each bottle sells for five soul pills, no more or less. Three bottles of elixir for fifteen soul pills should be fine. If divine envoy Zeng agrees, I'll exchange these three bottles of elixir for all the goods in your shop."

Upon hearing that the three porcelain bottles contained elixirs that could be used to heal injuries, Zeng Bingwen's face lit up with excitement rather than disappointment.

"This... May I take a look?"

Seemingly afraid that Yang Haoran might misunderstand, Zeng Bingwen quickly explained.

"It's not that I don't trust divine envoy Yang. I'm just too excited to contain myself, so I want to take a look."

Yang Haoran showed no sign of displeasure on his face. He smiled and nodded at Zeng Bingwen.

"Divine envoy Zeng is too polite. Since we are exchanging goods, it is only right for divine envoy Zeng to inspect the merchandise first, so you don't need to feel embarrassed."

Zeng Bingwen nodded with a smile and began to examine the three floating bottles of elixir one by one.

After a short while, Zeng Bingwen's face lit up with joy, and it was clear from his expression that he was very satisfied with the elixirs in the three porcelain bottles.

However, he did not directly store the three bottles of elixir in his spatial storage, as that would be too impolite. Instead, he placed the three bottles back in their original position, where they floated in the air under the influence of his Yin spirit power.

"I never expected divine envoy Yang to have precious mid-grade elixirs. These are good stuff. Even selling them for five soul pills per bottle is considered cheap. Divine envoy Yang, are you sure you want to exchange these three bottles of elixir with me?"

Zeng Bingwen's emotions were slightly excited as he asked Yang Haoran to confirm. Judging from his demeanor, if Yang Haoran nodded in agreement, he would immediately collect the three bottles of elixir.

"Mid-grade elixirs?"

Yang Haoran thought to himself, Zeng Bingwen's term for the three bottles of elixir made him feel a bit puzzled. He didn't know much about this area, so he didn't understand the specific meaning. But based on the literal meaning, these mid-grade elixirs were probably referring to the grade of the elixirs.

However, he didn't ask for clarification or express his doubts. He kept this question in the back of his mind and smiled, nodding again at Zeng Bingwen.

"Haha, thank you very much!"

Zeng Bingwen laughed heartily, then immediately stored the three floating bottles of elixir in his spatial storage, as if afraid that Yang Haoran might change his mind if he was too slow.

After storing the three bottles of elixir, Zeng Bingwen felt much more at ease. When he looked at Yang Haoran again, his gaze subtly changed.

"I misjudged earlier. I didn't expect divine envoy Yang to be so capable, offering three mid-grade elixirs right off the bat. Compared to these three mid-grade elixirs of yours, my goods are practically just a pile of junk!"