Azure Heaven Saber
Chapter 812 - 812 278 Setting up a Stall Combined Chapter_2

Chapter 812: Chapter 278: Setting up a Stall [Combined Chapter]_2 Chapter 812: Chapter 278: Setting up a Stall [Combined Chapter]_2 A trade, and the space owner as the landlord actually charges a resource equivalent to sixty percent of the total value of the traded items!?

Does that not mean, if a Dan Medicine sells for a hundred million, aside from the thirty million commission the seller pays to the space, the buyer on the other side also has to pay a thirty million commission to the space!

Isn’t that excessively high?

“Don’t like it? You don’t have to come. The Three Realms Trade Fair never actively invites anyone or any force, even someone as prominent as you, Doctor Feng, they wouldn’t treat you any differently,” Dong Xiaoyan harrumphed, using this unreasonable sentence to explain it all.

This is what’s most reasonable!

Unhappy?

Then don’t come!

“Actually, if you think about it, your Conscientious Medicine Hall isn’t it the same kind of scheme?” Dong Xiaoyan explained.

“You might as well have not explained at all!” Feng Yin grimaced.

He had always thought that he was the only one capable of such rascally tactics, but it turned out that there was already a precedent, and one that had existed for who knows how many years.

No wonder the mighty ones on this continent accepted the Conscientious Medicine Hall’s ‘come if you like’ policy so readily.

They had already been hammered by reality!

“All right, stop talking nonsense, prepare to present your tokens, it’s time to officially set off.”

“Okay.”

Three tokens, each infused with spiritual energy, opened simultaneously.

In an instant, three groups of light shone one after another, their mysterious radiance connecting with the stone.

Feng Yin paid close attention and noticed that the mysterious light was mainly connected to the ‘three’ in the ‘three seven split.’

Once the connection of the mysterious light was stable, a swirling mist rose and then formed into a doorway, slowly opening.

A dense fog, thick to the extreme, burst out from within.

Feng Yin had only taken a whiff and already felt his whole body relax immensely.

The spiritual energy inside was so much purer than that of the outside world.

Seeing Feng Yin greedily breathing in and out, Dong Xiaoyan quietly reminded him, “After entering, begin to circulate your energy immediately; don’t waste these ten days. The last time I entered, I improved an entire grade in ten days. With your shallow cultivation, the progress will only be more!”

Feng Yin nodded again and again in agreement.

Of course, he would have agreed more without that last remark.

Watching the two whispering together, Peng Wanli and the Cat Emperor both revealed a hint of a smile at the corners of their mouths, but made no move to stop them.

For this was one of the tacit rules here.

Why have a follower setting?

It’s to give high-grade practitioners attending the fair a chance to nurture the younger generation, or put differently, a benefit.

You could say, this setup is quite humane and offers great value for money.

No sooner had the group stepped into the corridor than the passage began to automatically retract into the distance.

As for Feng Yin, experiencing this for the first time, he felt like a fish that had been reeled in, scooped up in a net, as the fisherman quickly retracted the net…

Yes, that was the feeling.

When Feng Yin silently counted to ‘thirty-seven’ in his heart, he suddenly saw a bright light before his eyes, and in a daze, he was once again standing on solid ground.

No one was behind him, but ahead was a street lined on both sides with stalls displaying various items.

As far as the eye could see, what seemed to be simple street stalls were filled with Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures that were extremely rare to see outside.

Perhaps not a dazzling array, but the rarity of these treasures was exceptionally unusual and precious!

But Feng Yin’s focus was elsewhere—

“I… go, isn’t this just like a market fair?”

Looking at the familiar scene before him, Feng Yin couldn’t help but recall market fairs he had visited in the countryside in his past life, similar in this way: a wide street, with space for walking down the middle and vendors on both sides.

There were vendors selling vegetables, fruits, fish, crockery…

This street before him… was nothing more than an exchange of those vegetables and fruits for Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures and rare items like spirit crystals.

Beyond that, whether it was the atmosphere or the bargaining process, it was all exactly the same.

The moment of disorientation almost gave Feng Yin the feeling that he had traveled back in time, and a sense of familiarity welled up inside him.

Then listen to what they’re saying by the roadside—

“Buddy, what’s the price for this thing?”

“You’re the thing, this is not just a thing!”

“Whoa, I’m not talking about you being a thing, I’m asking about this thing you have, why can’t you understand human speech!”

“You cursing me?! Looking for trouble, are you…”

A bustling argument ensued.

Soon, two people clad in white fell from the sky and intervened in the dispute.

The man spattered with saliva as he defended himself: “I just asked for the price of this thing, I have no idea what got into him, he accused me of cursing him out of the blue. Why on earth would I go out of my way to curse him?”

“I said ‘this thing,’ and I was pointing right at it! As we argued, he denied it was a thing, then I realized he misunderstood. I pointed at him, said I didn’t mean your ‘thing.’ Then I pointed at the goods again and said, ‘I mean this thing… and then he lost it… for no good reason, sheer nonsense…'”

“You’re obviously cursing me! I pray for the adults to discern the truth!”

“…”

A disorderly scene, full of tumult.

Feng Yin watched, dumbfounded, and subconsciously marveled to himself: It’s uncannily similar, damnably so…

Perhaps there was a reason for the incident, or perhaps it was a minor dispute, but the two were only given a small admonition by the figures in white before they left.

And then… then the one who had been buying returned to the stall with a somewhat triumphant air: “Buddy, what’s the price for this thing?”