Chapter 6: Eightfold (Dawn Request for Recommendation Votes)

  The old man shook his head and pointed, "One hundred thousand."

  Wang Meng and Pangzi were both stunned, one million????

  This is really a black-hearted store!

  "Black shop, black shop, why don't you go rob!" The fatty jumped up, this was simply an insult to his intelligence.

  The old man pointed his tobacco pouch at the roof... Outside, it was a sword tomb, and inside, there really was a sign with two black characters - Black Shop.

  Wang Meng bitterly smiled, this old man is playing with them, but if he doesn't want to sell then that's it.

  "Boss, is there anything cheaper?" Wang Meng asked subconsciously.

  The old man slowly stood up, sizing up the fatty and Wang Meng. "This little fatty's talent is barely passable, naturally four layers, archer potential, but unfortunately an archer as fat as you has no future. As for you, you're very ordinary, actually not quite suitable to be a cultivator, choosing sword cultivation is even more of a mistake."

  Zhang Xiaojiang's face suddenly turned red, saying he could, but saying Wang Meng was not okay. "Old guy, are you looking for a fight? How can you talk like that? My brother Meng is the new disciple appointed by the Sword Sect's elder!"

  The old man was taken aback for a moment, then let out a sigh and turned around, muttering: "The Sword Sect has also gone bad."

  Fatso is on fire! This old man actually dares to be so arrogant in front of Lei Guang and Double Tyrant.

  "Never mind, never mind, let's go." Although he was angry in his heart, Wang Meng didn't bother to argue with an old man. In fact, after this test at the Holy Temple, he also knew that his talent wasn't great, and what others said was true.

  However, the more it was like this, the less Wang Meng submitted. The more people said he couldn't do it, the more he wanted to ram forward. If one lived to listen to others, what was the point of living?

  As soon as he walked out of the store, Fatso spent three minutes holding in a fart, which was his toxic attack. Damn it, typical arrogant black shop, curse them to go bankrupt soon.

  Have to say, Xiao Pangzi is still quite vengeful.

  After the commotion, Wang Meng lost interest in buying weapons and went to the messenger market to search for something. Various small monsters were on display, but Wang Meng was not very interested in spending money on such useless things. However, he really needed something convenient for communication.

  "Hey kid, come check out this tiger demon! Look at those teeth, it's got huge growth potential!"

  To be honest, it's really dazzling. The demonic beasts are fierce creatures living in the Small Thousand Worlds. They can absorb the primordial energy between heaven and earth just like cultivators, and some of them are even more powerful than cultivators.

  The weaker ones can be tamed directly and are collectively referred to as small demons, which can serve as messengers, mounts, or even combat.

  However, powerful demonic beasts are extremely difficult to tame. Only when they encounter a cultivator with whom their fate is intertwined will they follow them, and once they do, they will never betray them. They are collectively known as spiritual beasts. Spiritual beasts are far more reliable than humans, but they are completely unpredictable.

  A slightly better little monster, the price is not something ordinary people can afford. Wang Meng has legs and feet, but he doesn't want to waste his money on this kind of thing. He just wants to choose a messenger, which would be simple enough. The most common one is the Sparrow Monster, it's like a sparrow in the monster world, a common good. As soon as the boss heard that Wang Meng wanted a Sparrow Monster, the burning passion in his eyes was extinguished immediately. It's not profitable goods.

  "You see for yourself, they're all like this, 50 yuan each, no returns."

  The boss led the two of them into Sparrow's Nest, where there were dozens of little sparrow demons, and then he busied himself taking care of other customers.

  For Wang Meng, the well-bred little bird demons were suitable, with five colors and six colors of various styles inside, which really made him picky. However, a bird demon in the corner of the nest attracted Wang Meng's attention.

  "That red one is good." Wang pointed to the corner.

  "Brother Meng, you're wrong. The more colorful and vibrant the sparrow's plumage is, the better. This one has a dull and lackluster appearance, probably injured when caught, not easy to raise, forget it."

  Wang Meng stared at the small red bird-like creature inside, and the little bird seemed to sense a stranger's attention. Its small eyes swept over Wang Meng, although weak, but very bright.

  "Here it comes!"

  Upon hearing this, the boss came over and saw that Wang Meng was referring to that defective product. "Don't say I'm cheating you, this one is a bit of a loss, 20% off, absolutely no returns."

  "Go!" Wang Meng was very pleased.

  The little sparrow demon landed in Wang Meng's hands, and it didn't struggle at all. Wang Meng really liked its eyes, which were like his own - wounded and unfamiliar with the environment, yet seemingly unafraid. Wang Meng was a man who relied on intuition to get by.

  The boss impatiently sent away the two men, forty pieces were also a piece, in fact he didn't even know when there was an extra injured little bird demon.

  It wasn't until the little red sparrow demon left that the little sparrow demons in the cage suddenly became lively, chirping non-stop as if they had just sent away something terrifying.

  "Brother Meng, why did you buy it? Alas, how can this guy pick up girls? Otherwise, I'll cut my losses and let Ballball go to you!"

  Wang Meng shook his head, "Forget it, you two are quite a match." The small bird demon on Wang Meng's shoulder looked listless, but when it heard Xiao Pangzi's disdain, it also gave a scornful glance.

  Wang Meng rubbed the chin of Xiao Huo Que, "This little guy has quite a personality, it's very dissatisfied with you."

  "Hehe, definitely infected with Meng Ge's personality, let's give it a name."

  Wang Meng thought for a moment, "What about Xiaohong?" The little red bird demon on his shoulder rolled its eyes.

  Chubby almost fell over, "Brother, big brother, can't you be a bit more creative? If this were to happen in the Holy Hall, would we still have any face left? It's okay if our temperament is not good enough, but we must make up for it with our names!"

  "Fatso clenched his fist and said, 'What about calling it Tyrant King?'"

  The little sparrow demon closed its eyes as if resigned to its fate, having apparently run into a pair of idiots.

  "Too earthy, how about 50 yuan? Simple and straightforward! Directly beautiful!" Wang Meng said.

  "It's only worth forty bucks, or should I say it's a 20% discount? It's really special." The fatty is still good at calculating small accounts.

  "Alright, let's call it 20% off, fatty! You're not simple-minded after all, your IQ has increased, you have depth!"

  "Haha, all thanks to Brother Meng's education!"

  So, the little sparrow demon's name was set as "Eightfold", indeed very straightforward.

  Like the Sparrow Demon, a low-level demon, is the most common type, it's truly a messenger, unable to carry people, but communication problems are also solved. Wang Meng doesn't care about these things, he goes to the Holy Temple not to show off, but really wants to learn the methods of cultivation.

  Although it was not perfect, they were both very happy with what they had achieved.

  After a day of strolling, they gained a lot of experience. The two had a hearty meal, and then Fatso went to play with his ball, under the guise of cultivating feelings, but actually to flirt with girls. Under the banner of Sacred Arrow Repair, Hu Jing, who has always rejected Fatso, might also be shaken.

  Wang Meng, on the other hand, was focused on cultivating his Pei Yuan Gong, punching one fist after another. This was basic training that required diligent study and bitter practice. Deep down, Wang Meng felt that Great Beard had believed in him, so he couldn't slack off even more.

  Next to him, Ba Zhou was listlessly standing by, his small eyes revealing a very humanized taste, as if he couldn't help but laugh and cry at Wang Meng's practice.

  However, Wang Meng himself was practicing quite vigorously, with a continuous "hmm" and "ha" sound.

  He was drenched in sweat, feeling refreshed all over. At this moment, he suddenly found that Ba Zhe was staring at him with a small eye, Wang Meng laughed and said, "Ba Zhe, look at your eyes, aren't you admiring me? Although I don't look good on the outside, my eyes are just like yours, full of momentum."