Chapter Fifteen: Freedom Street

  Shi Shan Town East Street, Wang Shi walked among the crowd.

  "Let's go exchange it for money first!" Wang Shi looked towards a workshop, he remembered that they could exchange the fur of these wild beasts for money there, and there were only two or three such shops on East Street.

  The store was not large, but there were still many people, and Wang Shi stepped inside.

  Only a few people were talking to the people in the shops, some of whom had many colorful furs and horns in front of them. Most of these people were sturdy men, only this kind of person can catch wild beasts in the rocky mountains, but Wang Shi glanced over and they were all ordinary people.

  As soon as Wang Shi stepped into this place, perhaps due to a bloody smell, everyone looked at Wang Shi with some surprise in their eyes.

  At this time, an old man with white hair and a respectful expression walked towards Wang Shi. He was wearing a robe with brocade wrapped around his body, and he slightly bowed his head, saying: "Young brother, do you need any help?"

  The old man felt that there was a spiritual power fluctuation on the young man's body, and he felt a faint sense of danger, which was obviously extraordinary.

  Wang Shi was also slightly startled to see the old man, whose cultivation had actually reached the fourth layer of the Open Wasteland Realm. However, this person's skin was yellow and his bones were loose, with his blood and energy leaking out, making it impossible for him to ascend to the next level.

  "I want to sell some things to pay back the money, hoping for a good price!" Wang Shi said calmly.

  "Satisfaction guaranteed for the price, but I don't know what it is?" The old man's eyes sparkled.

  ………

  "Xiao Lao actually came in person to receive this young man, he must have extraordinary abilities."

  "Even if some young masters come, it's unlikely that Old Man Xiao will make an appearance. What's the background of this youngster?"

  Some regular customers see the old man's enthusiastic reception, and even a bit of a bowing trend, which makes one wonder about the young man.

  …….

  Wang Shi and Xiao Lao arrived in front of a stone table, Wang Shi unloaded the goods from his back.

  "There are eleven unicorn horns, thirteen unicorn hides, blood, liver, and this bottle of seventh-level crocodile blood, as well as these miscellaneous teeth, hooves, and bones. Set a price!" Wang Shi spread out all these things, covering the entire stone table.

  Xiao Lao's body trembled suddenly as he gazed at the things on the full table, his expression agitated.

  "These are all good things...... This unicorn horn is a top-grade item, and this bottle of blood." The old man touched the bottle of blood, extremely shocked. This was the blood of a giant crocodile, a beast from the seventh layer of the Wilderness! He rarely saw such good goods.

  "These are not cheap, adding up to eleven single-horned rhino horns and beast hides, and these miscellaneous items, totaling three thousand gold coins. And this bottle of giant alligator's blood is extremely pure, so let's buy it for four thousand gold coins!" Old Xiao said generously.

  "Deal!" Wang Shi said bluntly, seven thousand gold coins was undoubtedly a huge sum for him, after all his family was poor and he didn't even have any pocket money, one or two hundred gold coins per month was already a lot for the whole family.

  However, there were actually 7,000 gold coins here, which was a pleasant surprise for him.

  Xiao Lao chuckled and took out seven golden paper notes, palm-sized and rectangular in shape. He then handed them to Wang Shi Dao: "Young brother, these seven banknotes are each worth a thousand, take a look."

  Wang Shi took hold of these seven banknotes and felt a bit strange, he had never actually touched this kind of paper money before.

  "Goodbye!" Wang Shi put away the seven banknotes and walked out of the gate with his fists clenched.

  "Come and sit down often, go well, little brother!" Old Xiao also made a big deal, apparently very satisfied.

  ……….

  Wang Shi got rid of those heavy goods and seemed a bit more relaxed.

  He lingered for a while and then walked into a martial arts shop, where he was dazzled by the array of martial arts manuals on display.

  "Shattered Golden Fist, low-grade, priced at three thousand."

  "Triple Wave Overlap is a low-grade item, priced at 3,500."

  "Demystifying Technique: ordinary and intermediate levels, priced at six thousand."

  "Snow Ice Palm" is an ordinary intermediate-level item, priced at 7,000."

  "Xiao Sanqian Yin is a mid-grade item, priced at 8,000."

  "Rockfall Fist, ordinary rank middle grade, price eight thousand."

  ……….

  Wang Shi looked at the prices of these martial arts and suddenly felt a pang, finally realizing how useless his 7,000 was. Moreover, he didn't find a suitable martial art for himself, and the highest one here seemed to be only mid-grade mortal level, but this price was already frightening. Wang Shi smiled wryly and shook his head, then exited the store.

  Wang Shi soon wandered through all the martial arts shops, with a helpless expression, and couldn't find the martial art that had caught his eye.

  "It seems like we can only go to Freedom Street now!" Wang Shi said helplessly.

  ……………….

  Freedom Street, which is also the intersection of Song and Wang families' forces. This street does not belong to either of their jurisdictions, so chaotic situations are common, and there are also some people who smash stalls.

  But here, the most common thing is still the young and only fight between Wang and Song. Here, they are unscrupulous, often smashing some stalls, and those stall owners can only admit their bad luck, and they also dare not offend these two local snakes.

  So they have no good feelings towards either the Song or Wang families, and what they would most like to see is a fight between the two.

  The goods here are uneven, just like Taobao, relying on luck and vision. If you dig up a treasure, you'll be delighted, but if you dig up a mud block, you can only admit to being unlucky. Of course, if you have the ability, you can also go smash stalls. In this mix, it ultimately relies on strength.

  So the stall owners here generally have a certain amount of strength from their backing.

  Wang Shi arrived at Freedom Street, feeling a sense of chaos and disorder. The cacophony of sounds in his head made him frown involuntarily. This was also the place where his father had been murdered, which weighed heavily on his mind.

  "There's no one around, I really don't dare come here!" Wang Shi secretly said.

  Not far away, a group of people surrounded a street stall, with their sleeves rolled up, seemingly beating the owner. As Wang Shi walked in, he heard a young man's voice shouting and scolding.

  "Oh my god, you can't master this martial art, it's your problem, what does it have to do with me?!" the young man shouted.

  "Damn it, you're still talking back? I've already opened up the sixth layer of the Wilderness, and I still can't cultivate? Is your martial arts technique that powerful? I think it's just a piece of trash." The bald-headed man with a green snake tattoo on his left arm looked extremely ferocious.

  "My ancestors'! I'm only selling because I have to make a living. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here peddling this." The young man said with shame and anger.

  "Return this lousy book to your ancestors! Go die! Return the money quickly!" The bald man jeered and then bellowed.

  "It's all gone!" The young man's voice was somewhat weak.

  "What the...?! You've spent 40,000 gold coins?! You damned spendthrift! Beat him up, smash this stall!" The leader was furious and threw a punch.

  Cries of despair rose and fell in waves.

  …………..

  Wang Shi furrowed his brow and said: "Martial arts?"

  After a long time, the bald man finally stopped, then took away some things, smashed some things, and slammed the martial arts book on the young man's face. The things on the ground stall were in disarray.

  The young man lay on the ground, looking extremely miserable, with bruises all over his face and nosebleeds.

  He was furious and said: "Bald head, wait until I buy the martial arts manual, I won't let you off." Apparently, these two had some past grievances.

  The young man picked up the somewhat tattered book, tidied it up a bit, and wanted to stash it in his bosom.

  At this time, a voice rang out:

  "Big brother, can I borrow this book?"