Gu An rushed back to the inn, cursing inwardly the whole way. He had only bought some Blood Moon Eels, yet he had to take such a huge risk.

What rotten luck!

After hesitating for a moment, he felt that no one else knew about this matter, and the black-clothed stall owner probably wouldn't be insane enough to talk about it. In the end, he didn't throw away the Image-Retaining Stone and hid it at the very bottom of his Storage Bag.

The Yun Kingdom Small Gathering would last for half a month.

The next day, Gu An composed himself and decided not to bother with it anymore.

I won't provoke you anymore, isn't that enough?

Gu An strolled all the way to the West Market and stopped in front of a stall. Seeing that this female stall owner was also selling Spirit Rice, he wanted to buy some Spirit Bran from her.

This female cultivator's Spirit Bran was of poor quality, but her price was high-she wanted to sell two hundred and fifty jin for three spirit stones.

"What wishful thinking. Do I look like a two-fifty to you?" Gu An cursed the female cultivator's greed in his heart. Suddenly, a commotion broke out in the distance.

Not wanting to waste more words with this female cultivator, Gu An got up and left to see what the fuss was about and clear his mind.

When he got closer, Gu An realized that one of the people arguing was someone he knew-his fellow Senior Brother, Han Geng.

The other party was a middle-aged female cultivator. Watching her spit flying everywhere, Gu An felt a wave of discomfort, as if a dead memory was attacking him.

For some reason, he thought of that release-the-animals auntie.

"Pfft, what bad luck. I'd better skip this spectacle." Gu An muttered to himself and turned around to leave.

Just then, a voice rang out, freezing Gu An in place. It was Han Geng, who had spotted Gu An and shouted loudly with bright eyes.

"Junior Brother Gu, you be the judge. This Tu Clan Wine Recipe of mine was reviewed by Uncle-Master Wang. How could it possibly be her property?"

Huh?

Be the judge?

Me?

Gu An's heart turned bitter. This humble one is not good at judging!

"Senior Brother Han, I suddenly remembered I forgot to take in my clothes. I'll go back to get them first. You two continue-I won't disturb you!"

Without looking back, Gu An threw out these words and quickened his pace to leave.

But Han Geng was faster. He grabbed Gu An's sleeve and said with a flattering smile, "We're fellow disciples of the same sect. Junior Brother Gu has to help me out!"

As he spoke, he dragged Gu An toward the center of the crowd.

"I just wanted to watch the excitement, not become the excitement for others to watch!"

Unfortunately, no one cared about Gu An's inner cries.

Reluctantly pulled to the center of the crowd, Gu An looked at Han Geng and the middle-aged female cultivator, feeling quite displeased.

Neither of them is any good!

The middle-aged female cultivator glared fiercely at the two of them, as if she considered them to be in cahoots. She spoke harshly, "No matter who you call over, that Tu Clan Wine Recipe must be handed over."

Han Geng was not to be outdone and retorted loudly, "You've already married out. What does the Tu family's property have to do with you?"

"I'm the only cultivator left alive in the Tu family. Of course, the Tu family's things belong to me."

"Bullshit! Uncle-Master Wang knows I have this Tu Clan Wine Recipe. Do you, a female cultivator from the Zhu family, even know the way to the Tu family's door?"

"Don't try to intimidate me. Who knows if you made that up? My son is also a disciple of the Qingyuan Sect, so I'm not afraid of you."

...

Listening to the two of them arguing more and more fiercely, Gu An roughly understood what was going on.

The Tu family had been wiped out by Robber Cultivators. Han Geng, as the Yellow Wind Commandery Garrison Duty, had gotten there first and found a jade slip of the Tu Clan Wine Recipe. He came to the Yun Nation Small Gathering to sell it for some spirit stones.

Unexpectedly, he ran into the married-out daughter of the Tu family. As soon as she saw the wine recipe, she became greedy and wanted to claim it for herself.

That Spirit Wine recipe was no ordinary thing. It belonged to the Hundred Arts of Cultivation. Although it wasn't as good as Pills, Artifacts, Formations, and Talismans, it was still no small matter!

This one Spirit Wine inheritance could support a small family!

Both sides had their own reasoning, but neither could convince the other. Although Han Geng held the wine recipe and had it registered with the Qingyuan Sect, he had no real connection to the Tu family.

Originally, since the Tu family was all dead, no one cared. Him obtaining the wine recipe was his Fated Chance. But then this Tu family daughter suddenly popped up. The Qingyuan Sect couldn't afford to gain a reputation for forcibly seizing the inheritance of a family under its jurisdiction.

As for the middle-aged female cultivator, although she had a blood connection, she couldn't really claim a deep relationship with the Tu family. Both her parents were mortals. The Tu family thought her aptitude was too low and that she would waste their resources, so she was sold to the Zhu family as a child bride. Forcing the claim that the wine recipe should go to her was too far-fetched.

As the saying goes, even an honest official finds it hard to settle family disputes, let alone Gu An, who was muddle-headed. It was better to slip away while they were still arguing fiercely!

A leaking roof meets continuous night rain!

"Junior Brother Gu, you be the judge."

It turned out that Han Geng was losing the argument and urgently sought Gu An's help.

"My son is also in the Qingyuan Sect. You can't take his side." The middle-aged female cultivator pressed her advantage and shot Gu An a vicious glare as a warning.

"Uh, well, this... I think you could copy the jade slip and each take one copy." Gu An racked his brains and had a flash of inspiration.

"No way!" The two retorted in unison.

Han Geng had come to sell the wine recipe. If he copied it for her, who would buy it? Even if someone did buy it, the price would drop sharply. Why should he? Uncle-Master Wang had really reviewed this recipe!

The middle-aged female cultivator was also unhappy. Her son was cultivating at the Qingyuan Sect and was very short on spirit stones. She didn't want to share a single Spirit Stone.

"Fine, fine, fine. You two disagree on everything when arguing, but you're unanimous in opposing my suggestion, aren't you?"

Gu An roared angrily, his face darkening as he flicked his sleeves and left.

This time, no one stopped him. Han Geng was resentful that Gu An hadn't spoken up for him, and the middle-aged female cultivator was happy to see him go, afraid he might help Han Geng.

The two watched coldly as Gu An walked away.

Gu An hurried away. Once he was far off, his expression relaxed, and he felt a little smug inside: "Good thing I'm resourceful and got rid of those two bastards."

That's right, he had done it on purpose. Han Geng had dragged him into this because he thought Gu An would definitely speak up for him. But did he even think about what kind of person Gu An was?

Fellow disciple? What kind of fellow disciple are you?

Did they even know each other?

Pfft!

Daoist Gu could not tolerate moral blackmail.

So he deliberately proposed a suggestion that Han Geng couldn't accept, just to get away.

But thinking about it still made him angry. He wasn't close to Han Geng at all, yet Han Geng had dragged him into this. How infuriating! And that female cultivator had dared to threaten him. Truly detestable!

Do they really think I'm a piece of dough to be kneaded at will?

Thirty years on the east bank, thirty years on the west bank. When I get back, I'll whip those Black Spirit Fish!

Gu An thought with no small amount of malice.

...

Just after Gu An had walked far away, the Yun family saw that the commotion had grown too big and involved the Qingyuan Sect. They quickly called out the Foundation Establishment cultivator, Yun Feilan.

Yun Feilan didn't even show his face. A flying sword flew out from Tianyun Garden and hovered directly above the two people's heads.

The sword body glinted with a cold light under the sunlight, dazzling the eyes.

A voice then exploded.

"Get out and argue."

The two's expressions changed. They hadn't expected Flying Cloud Sword to show so little respect for the Qingyuan Sect.

Han Geng was more sensible and slunk out of the West Market immediately.

The middle-aged female cultivator was a bit less perceptive. She seemed to think that her son in the Qingyuan Sect would give her some face in front of this True Cultivator at Foundation Establishment. She tried to speak up again, wanting to claim the wine recipe.

With a soft whoosh, the flying sword descended, and a large, fat ear flew up.

"Ah!" The middle-aged female cultivator screamed and fell backward, fainting from the pain.

If one looked closely, they would see fine golden threads flickering at the root of her ear, burrowing through the flesh and blood.

Only then did a middle-aged male cultivator arrive belatedly. He pushed through the crowd, his face as dark as water, and carried the female cultivator away without saying a word.

If Gu An had been there, he would have recognized this middle-aged male cultivator as the one who had bought the Black-Pattern Iron earlier.

And so, this farce came to a temporary end.