I Refused To Be Reincarnated
Chapter 585: Grand Opening Preparations

Chapter 585: Grand Opening Preparations

Giggling, they entered and observed the shop as the disciple closed the door behind them.

A subtle layer of dust blanketed glass displays and numerous shelves lined against the walls, making him understand that the last tenant left weeks, if not months, ago. Well, it was understandable since wealthy disciples would value the inner sect to show off their statues, while the outer disciples lacked the funds to rent this large store.

He nodded at the five naked exposition dummies standing behind the wooden storefront protecting the windows, then at the barbed furniture designed to showcase blades.

Despite the dusty scent, his eyes sparkled to the stairs and the balcony-like second floor.

Misha leaned over his ear and whispered, "We won’t lack space to expose your products." She pointed to a dimly lit room, the flickering fire inside casting soft shadows behind the carved counter. "You’ll even have a place to craft in peace. How do you like it?"

He smirked and raised his thumb. "I love it, of course."

He turned to the disciple, convinced by the shop, and waved his jade card. "I’ll pay for this week’s rent. What else do you need to seal the deal?"

The disciple blinked at Adam’s decisive decision before a broad grin blossomed on his face, and his spatial ring flashed.

"Just your signature to let the owner know who rents his place."

He produced a paper roughly stating that Elder Shou Yuan rented his shop to the signatory for three hundred sect points per week. There were also explanations about the shop ventures allowed and a few strict rules about closing the business down if it was the source of injuries or illness, for example.

"I have versions for one, six, and twelve months, too, if you want to prolong it next week. Also, your card will serve as the shop’s key upon completing the process until next week."

He flashed his own card with Adam’s, sending a stream of Qi inside with the correct price.

With a clink, as they met, Adam approved of the transfer, signed the paper, and grinned from ear to ear like a kid.

The disciple was no different and almost jumped with joy as he waved his hand and charged the door.

"I’m finally off duty. Thank you, little brother, and sorry for earlier!"

Misha jumped on the counter, leaving footprints in the dust, and laughed.

"His attitude surely made a complete turn. Anyway, we have half the points." She jumped down and nudged his back to the door. "Why don’t you buy materials to prepare for our grand opening while I bring this place back to its glorious days?"

"You’d do that?" He scratched his head, about to tell her he’d help clean, as he snatched her card. But she cut him off before he could.

"I know the shop means a lot to you, Adam. I can’t refine pills or craft equipment, but I’ll do everything to make it work!" She clenched her fist before her face, a determined glint flashing in her eyes.

Meanwhile, Adam gazed at her tenderly as he transferred a hundred and fifty sect points into her card and twisted his neck to kiss her forehead. "Thank you... for everything. Have some fun when you’re done."

Before she could complain about the transfer, he slipped into the streets, vanishing amidst the sea of outer disciples and leaving her sighing.

"I don’t need points. Seeing you happy is my greatest joy," she muttered, closing the door and rolling up her sleeves with a bright smile.

Meanwhile, Adam took a sharp breath of fresh air as a warm sensation spread across his chest. As for Misha’s annoyance about the points? He was certain she’d get over it.

Whistling, he strolled the streets of the outer sect, the lively hum of bustling disciples fading with each turn. Before long, the bright market stalls and chatter gave way to narrow, shadowed alleys. Gone were the bright disciples, replaced by sharp-eyed ones who glared at him as Julius’ words echoed in his mind:

’The best deals are always in the darkest corners.’

Without minding them, he entered a small shop tucked between cracked walls.

A nauseating stench of blood, poison, and acid tingled his nostrils and melded with the disgusting herbs and powder burning like incense by the door.

He saw a hooded, average middle-aged man drum on his old counter, right between a large knife and a pile of short bones and scowl at him, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes.

"This is no place for a kid. Return to your mother’s arms before you fall sick..." He let his voice linger, his tone growing cruel. "Or worse."

His dark-sleeved fluttered as he ran his thumb along his neck and pulled his tongue out, a clear warning that death was near.

However, Adam shrugged and cupped his fist.

"I’m here to rid you of your old medicinal herbs. The closer to death they are, the better for me. Of course, I’ll pay you if the price aligns with their states."

Smelling a business opportunity, the man’s eyes brightened before he gestured to a small courtyard in the back.

"Follow me, kid. The scent will really kill if you inhale too much of it."

’Those weak poisons?’ He sneered as he followed the man, remembering the serpent’s training. ’I’m immune to them.’

Fresh wind blew his hair and washed his nostrils of the stench a few seconds later as the man sat on a chair against the wall and lowered his hood.

"You have guts, kid. I like it."

A sudden feminine voice echoed, purple hair dancing and violet eyes narrowing on him. The yellow core crowning her necklace glowed, the image of the man vanishing in its light.

He muffled a surprised gasp. How did the middle-aged man turn into a beautiful young woman?

No, it cracked out of his lips when he saw the five golden dragons on her elegant inner disciple dark robes as her hand blurred to him.

Without warning, she gripped his neck, forcing him to curse under his breath. What was she trying to do?

As the question made him hesitate and forget she had disguised as a man, she pulled him to her chest with a light chuckle.