Qian Duoduo, feigning maturity, cupped his hands towards her.
Since he was to be an itinerant merchant, he naturally had to be a quick acquaintance.
He had seen many such pretentious displays in Kongfang City.
“Fate brings people together from a thousand miles away.”
Zeng Zifang threw him a flirtatious glance, her charm fully unleashed.
If Qian Duoduo hadn't poured three buckets of ice water over his heart beforehand, he would have instantly fallen into a daze under her temptation.
Seeing that Qian Duoduo, a mere Ninth Level of Qi Condensation, remained unmoved by her seductive arts, Zeng Zifang was somewhat surprised.
“May I ask, Brother Qian, where are you from, and what do you do for a living?”
This was a direct interrogation after failing to charm him—
Qian Duoduo deliberately hesitated for a moment, then sighed, “What kind of Xiong Jun am I? Just a Little Peddler, getting some goods in the city and traveling around, earning a bit of money to live.”
Zeng Zifang’s eyes narrowed.
“There’s such a good profession where you earn money by traveling and enjoying the scenery?”
Qian Duoduo handed over his spirit commerce certificate with one hand.
“A hard life! Feet always on the move, shoes always traveling north and south.”
After a careful look, Zeng Zifang exclaimed in surprise.
“This humble girl is ill-informed. May I ask, Brother Qian, where do you come from and where are you going?”
“I just came from Facai City on the Upper Road, and I haven't decided where to go yet.”
Qian Duoduo frowned, “It’s all up to fate. I’ll go wherever I end up.”
Zeng Zifang’s eyes darted, and she took a step forward, her eyes revealing delight.
“Our Ba Ling Sect is a land of outstanding people and spiritual energy. We welcome Brother Qian to come and trade as our guest.”
“You are in the Ba Ling Sect?”
Qian Duoduo feigned extreme hesitation, but secretly rejoiced. If he could enter the Ba Ling Sect through Zeng Zifang, that would also be a method.
“I am the eldest daughter of Ancestor Zeng of the Ba Ling Sect, the Grand Elder of Nose Peak.”
Zeng Zifang lightly patted her chest, and a string of little stars sparkled in her eyes.
“Brother Qian is a distinguished guest from the Upper Road. If you come to the Ba Ling Sect, I guarantee you’ll make a huge fortune, and perhaps even—”
She showed a hint of shyness, gently swaying her slender waist.
Qian Duoduo knew Zeng Zifang was trying to entice him with ill intentions, but he still obediently took the bait.
“And what else?”
“And a kind of—” Zeng Zifang lowered her voice, yet spoke with extreme clarity: “Romantic encounter.”
Qian Duoduo made his breathing heavier, a third of his gaze showing confusion, his eyes greedily sweeping over Zeng Zifang’s chest as he swallowed.
“The Lower Road, I’ve never been there before.”
Zeng Zifang showed a hint of triumph, lowering her head to speak softly.
“Better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a Phoenix. Brother Qian is young; if you cultivate in the Ba Ling Sect, you will surely advance by leaps and bounds and become the Xiong Jun among Xiong Jun.”
Qian Duoduo put his hand to his forehead, took a step back, and cupped his fist.
“Senior Sister Zeng, please allow me to consider.”
Zeng Zifang was somewhat disappointed. She hadn't expected Qian Duoduo to maintain a shred of calmness under such circumstances.
As Qian Duoduo reached the door of his room, he suddenly asked, “Besides the Ba Ling Sect, how strong are the other Sects on the Lower Road?”
“The Lower Road also has the Refining Spirit Sect and the Shengling Sect, but compared to our Ba Ling Sect, their strength is much weaker. If Brother Qian doesn’t believe it, you can inquire at the Fa Lu Sect.”
“The head of the Three Sects? That should be acceptable. What are the strengths of the Ba Ling Sect?”
Qian Duoduo pushed open the door of his room, standing half in and half out, asking.
Zeng Zifang introduced with a serious expression.
“The Ba Ling Sect is a ten-thousand-year-old great Sect, with eight Immortal Mountains. Each Immortal Mountain has an Old Ancestor presiding over it, and each has unique Immortal Arts. The Sect has nearly two million Disciples, with tens of thousands of Qi Condensation, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, and Nascent Soul cultivators, and countless Artifacts and Magic Treasures.”
“Are there any Heavenly Human Cultivators?”
Hearing this, Qian Duoduo suddenly asked.
Zeng Zifang paused, then shook her head. “No.”
“Then are there any Spiritual Artifacts?”
“None either.”
Seeing Qian Duoduo’s disappointed expression, Zeng Zifang took two steps closer, almost whispering in his ear:
“However, our Sect has the Refining Saint Wall. Legend has it that if one can comprehend its profound mysteries, one can refine Sacred Artifacts!”
