I Refused To Be Reincarnated
Chapter 584: The Shop Hunt

Chapter 584: The Shop Hunt

Despite their rapid steps, Adam took in the bustling morning sight of the inner sect for the first time.

Kids and teenagers raced to different halls, shops, or the two craftsmanship buildings, smiling or grumbling as they strolled down the immaculate streets.

A group passed him by, the golden dragons on their robes fluttering alive as he picked up their eager conversations before they entered a large training hall.

"Hahaha! My master paid half the fees for Elder Jian’s lesson. I’ll become so fast you won’t even see my shadow." A fifteen-year-old man raised his nose in pride, attracting his attention.

"No way! Do you think he’ll show his flowing dragon steps during the lecture? I heard he repelled ten nascent soul realm cultivators unscathed when he used it during his youth."

He felt genuine respect in the second man’s voice before the girl made him chuckle, then pale.

"I’m sure he exaggerated this story to increase his lecture prices. I’m sorry, but a few hours of demonstration can’t be worth a year and a half’s rent in the outer sect."

"What?! How much is that?" He turned to Misha, his eyes trembling.

Misha put a finger on her lower lip, a pensive frown creasing her brows.

"I’m not sure, but probably more than what Shen gave us this morning." A soft smile crept over her face as she patted his shoulders. "He’s treating us better than what we could have imagined. Can’t you help him?"

He massaged his eyes and sighed, relieved he had refused to attend and saved Shen’s money. As for helping him? He didn’t know yet. It was too risky and would unquestionably expose his magical proficiency to a man who hated mages with a vengeance. But could he let him suffer until death claimed him a year later?

Noticing his shaking brows, Misha hugged his head, her mild breath caressing his ears.

"It doesn’t have to be now. You have ten years to consider the question."

"That’s what he believes." He shook his head in her comforting embrace, unwilling to tell her that Shen’s bones would begin to rot in less than a month. "Give me a month to decide..."He patted her head and smiled. "But I’ll definitely help Mei Lan."

Misha nodded and raised her thumb.

"She deserves it after decades of loyal service." Then she shifted the topic as they approached a closed shop and pointed at the for rent sign planted on the elegant patch of grass surrounding its white walls. "What do you think about this one? It’s not far from Shen’s house and has good traffic."

Adam tucked his fingers around his chin and approached it, only to roll his eyes and shake his head.

"A thousand two hundred sect points for a week. Let’s take something cheaper to maximise the benefits."

"That’s sad. I’m sure we could have made a fortune since every outer sect disciple has to pass by this street to go to the mission hall."

He shrugged. "I have a better and cheaper idea. Why don’t we avoid the inner sect’s crazy prices by renting a shop in the outer sect? It won’t be too far if it’s before the gates, and we’ll attract more outer disciples."

Misha’s eyes sparkled as she gripped his hand and bolted down the streets.

"Excellent idea! You’ll also pay lower wages when you hire shopkeepers! I like it! I love it!"

Just like that, they spent the morning touring shops. There weren’t many, but after a few headshakes and disappointed sighs, they found a decent one on the main street.

It lacked the inner sect’s spotless facade and elegant grass. But the old wooden walls gave him a sensation of friendliness and rusticity. More importantly, it was broader and only worth three hundred sect points a week—a bargain for its prime location.

Eager to claim it, they drummed on the door before a lanky youth with a shaved head and a sour expression emerged and frowned at them.

"What do you want, kids?"

Adam observed the four dragons coiling on his robes as he cupped his fists.

"Morning, senior. We came to rent the shop after passing by. Would you mind letting us tour the interior and discuss the procedure?"

However, the disciple scoffed despite his politeness and almost closed the door in his face when he glared at the lone dragon circling his robes. "Don’t waste my time when you’re not even in the foundation-building realm."

Meanwhile, Misha chuckled, a glint of amusement in her eyes as she watched Adam’s barely contained fury. His brows twitched, and he suppressed his fist from lunging at the youth’s face.

"I guess this sad dude hates money." He clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Let’s leave, Misha. We’ll watch him struggle to rent his old shop from ours in the inner sect."

Misha glimpsed at the disciple’s frown through the closing door and added a playful layer of mockery.

"I can’t believe he refused an official two-star alchemist. What was it called? He has eyes but couldn’t see the mountain of opportunity before him?" She slapped her forehead and sighed. "Good luck to you, sir."

As they turned to leave, the door flung open, and the disciple scratched his head in a mix of confusion, suspicion, and anger at the disrespect. But they had sowed a seed of doubt in his heart. After all, alchemists earned money through refining pills, making his earlier concern less relevant. But could someone that young really be wealthy?

"Do you really have enough sect points?"

However, they took a step away, their smirks broadening as the youth clenched his jaws and swallowed his anger—all to leave this boring place.

"Alright! It was my bad for judging you on your looks. Let’s start anew and let me show you the shop."

Adam winked at Misha. Pleased by the apology, he turned and gestured to the man. "Lead the way, senior. I’m sure we’ll both sleep with a smile and a budding sense of respect for each other tonight."