Beast Taming: I Have an Immortal Mansion-Chapter 103 - 102: Sudden Interference

Hearing someone wanted to buy Jinbao, Fang Qingyuan furrowed his brow and replied:

"This little bear is my Companion Beast. Fellow Daoist, you must be joking."

Jinbao, still in front of the stall, was oblivious that someone had taken a liking to him. He was still enthusiastically trying to attract other passing Cultivators.

Fang Qingyuan had brought Jinbao along hoping he would help drum up some business. And wouldn’t you know it, several deals had been closed only after some Female Cultivators were drawn in by Jinbao’s charm.

The Cultivator who had asked for the price was dressed in Confucian robes and had a solemn appearance. He seemed like a reasonable person. Hearing that Fang Qingyuan wasn’t selling, he smiled apologetically.

"Oh, my apologies for being so forward. I thought this little bear was for sale as well. In that case, I won’t disturb you further."

After saying this, the Cultivator turned and left. Fang Qingyuan didn’t think much of the incident and continued to wait at his stall for the next customer.

The market on the second floor of the Celestial Wings Building was open day and night, never closing. Cultivators had powerful souls and could go seven or eight days without rest. If they felt tired, a few moments of meditation and breath regulation would be enough to keep them going for another four or five days.

Since Fang Qingyuan had paid the stall fee, he naturally didn’t want to waste time by going back to rest. He decided to run the stall for three consecutive days to capitalize on the initial rush of customers before deciding whether to take a break.

By the third day, Fang Qingyuan had already sold goods worth more than ten thousand Spirit Stones, far exceeding his expectations.

However, Fang Qingyuan conducted every transaction discreetly, away from prying eyes, and didn’t converse with the other nearby stall owners. As a result, no one else knew exactly how much he had earned.

Even so, Fang Qingyuan decided it was time for a break. He planned to find a different spot next time. He’d heard that although there were fewer Cultivators on the third floor, they were much more generous with their spending.

Just as Fang Qingyuan was lost in thought, a voice sounded in his ear:

"That Tai Chi Bear of yours is not bad. Name a price. I’ll take it."

Fang Qingyuan looked up and saw two young men approaching. One of them, a Cultivator who looked to be about twenty, was pointing at Jinbao as he spoke so brazenly.

Neither of them had a profound cultivation base, but the Daoist Robes they wore were clearly extraordinary. The robes were white with gold trim, embroidered with intricate golden patterns, and inscribed with at least four or five Arrays.

’Looks like someone with money to burn. Too bad. If only you’d wanted something else. Why did it have to be Jinbao?’

Fang Qingyuan felt a pang of regret for the lost sale, but he said aloud:

"Fellow Daoist, you’ve misunderstood. This little bear is my Companion Beast and is not for sale."

After he said this, Fang Qingyuan expected the two of them to leave on their own, just like the Confucian scholar from before, once they knew Jinbao wasn’t for sale.

Unexpectedly, even after hearing Fang Qingyuan’s refusal, the younger Cultivator persisted.

"If you’ve put it out here, it must have a price. Don’t worry, I won’t short you on Spirit Stones. Five thousand Low-grade Spirit Stones should be enough, right?"

The price was so absurd that Fang Qingyuan laughed in exasperation. ’Five thousand Low-grade Spirit Stones? I wouldn’t consider selling him for fifty thousand, let alone five hundred thousand.’

’Jinbao’s father is a Divinity Transformation expert. Is the son of a Divinity Transformation expert really so worthless?’

"Perhaps you didn’t hear me clearly, Fellow Daoist. I said this little bear is my Companion Beast. He is not for sale."

As soon as he said this, the atmosphere grew tense. The Cultivator who had spoken first opened his mouth to retort but was immediately stopped by the other Cultivator behind him.

This Cultivator was about twenty-five or twenty-six and seemed more level-headed. He thought for a moment before speaking sincerely.

"To be frank, Fellow Daoist, this Tai Chi Little Bear has caught the eye of a distinguished guest of ours. We need to acquire it as a favor for them. If you could accommodate us, the price is negotiable. Name your terms. Whatever they are, our Jin Family can make it happen for you here in Cliff City."

His speech was well-reasoned, and he even revealed his background: the Jin Family.

As far as Fang Qingyuan knew, there were three major families in Cliff City, and the Jin Family was one of them. Their patriarch was a Late-stage Golden Core Great Cultivator, making them the most powerful of the three.

’So what if they’re the Jin Family? Forcing a sale is unjustifiable anywhere.’

Fang Qingyuan didn’t believe they would dare to use force here in the Celestial Wings Building if he refused to sell. Besides, even if a fight broke out, with Jinbao by his side, he was confident he could handle these two Mid-stage Qi Refining Cultivators.

"I will repeat myself one last time: this little bear is my Companion Beast. The two of you should stop wasting your effort."

Hearing Fang Qingyuan’s repeated refusal, the younger Cultivator who had spoken first said:

"You’re being unreasonable. Five thousand Spirit Stones for your little bear is an astronomical price anywhere you go. You could take that money and buy three more just like it. Why are you being so stubborn?"

The older Cultivator beside him added:

"Fellow Daoist, do you know who has taken a liking to this bear? It’s a distinguished disciple from Yangming Mountain. If you truly care for this little bear, why not let it have a better life? With you, its future is nothing more than working a market stall. But with a disciple from Yangming Mountain, its prospects are limitless."

The two of them played good cop, bad cop. Anyone else in this situation would have likely given in. They’d get a high price and have a guilt-free excuse—a win-win situation.

But Fang Qingyuan wasn’t buying it. If he sold Jinbao, he figured the Nascent Soul Giant Beast at the foot of Qingfeng Mountain would probably rise from the dead just to kill him.

Seeing that the two were endlessly pestering him, Fang Qingyuan lost his patience and said directly:

"I am a disciple of Beast Taming Mountain. Are you two unaware of the gravity of asking a Beast Taming Mountain disciple to sell his Companion Beast?"

At Fang Qingyuan’s words, the two men’s expressions changed. In this world, asking to buy the Companion Beast of a Beast Taming Mountain disciple was a major taboo. In a light case, you would get a beating. In a serious one, it would lead to a duel to the death, where one of the two had to fall.

But Fang Qingyuan was a reasonable person and didn’t want to cause trouble. He was mainly here to do business and had no time to argue and get entangled with these two.

However, after hearing this, the two didn’t seem to want to leave. One of them, trying to maintain a facade of composure and dignity, questioned him doubtfully:

"You say you’re a disciple of the Beast Taming Sect, and we’re just supposed to believe you? I’ve never in my life seen a Beast Taming Sect disciple running a market stall. Do you have any proof? If you can show us proof, we’ll leave immediately."

*Sigh*. Fang Qingyuan was mentally exhausted. ’Is a Beast Taming Sect disciple running a stall really so far beyond everyone’s comprehension?’

’Is this the same as an Ivy League graduate from my past life ending up selling socks on the street to make a living?’

Fang Qingyuan wasn’t sure, but to save himself the trouble, he decided to just show them some proof and get rid of them.

So, Fang Qingyuan took out his Identity Token as an Inner Sect Disciple of the Southern Border Beast Taming Sect from his storage bag. Just as he was about to show it to them, a voice rang out from the side:

"What audacity! How dare you try to forcibly buy a Companion Beast from a Beast Taming Mountain disciple! This Fellow Daoist may be good-natured enough to tolerate it, but I certainly can’t!"

These words left all three of them bewildered. They turned to look at a Cultivator standing nearby. He was a man in his twenties, dressed in black, with a look of pure excitement on his face. As he spoke, he looked ready to step in and defend Fang Qingyuan.

When Fang Qingyuan saw this man, only one thought crossed his mind: ’Who the hell are you, pal? Can’t you see I was about to wrap this up? Why are you sticking your nose in now?’

While the three of them were still stunned, the Cultivator walked over to Fang Qingyuan’s side and said:

"Our two sects are allies. My father always told me that when you’re away from home, you have to rely on your friends. I can’t stand by and watch a Fellow Daoist get bullied. Don’t worry, just leave this to me."

After speaking, the black-robed Cultivator even gave Fang Qingyuan a gesture that said, ’I’ve got this,’ before turning to face the two from the Jin Family.

"You said you wanted to buy this Tai Chi Bear. Who was it for?"

Still confused by the man’s sudden appearance, the Jin Family disciple subconsciously replied:

"A distinguished disciple from Yangming Mountain."

"The ones I love to beat up most are disciples from Yangming Mountain! You two just happened to be here at the right time. I’ll take care of you first, then I’ll go look for that disciple from Yangming Mountain."

As soon as the black-robed Cultivator finished speaking, he surged with Spiritual Power and lunged at the two Jin Family disciples, clearly a close-combat specialist.

The next moment, Spiritual Power erupted, Magical Artifacts appeared, and the pained cries of the two Jin Family disciples filled the air. The sudden turn of events left Fang Qingyuan, who was still holding his Identity Token, completely dumbfounded.

’Is he really that bold? Starting a fight just like that? Right here in the Celestial Wings Building? Does he think the management is dead?’

Sure enough, after only seven or eight breaths’ worth of time, a Foundation Establishment guard from the Celestial Wings Building rushed over. He cast a net-like Magical Artifact, binding all three of them.

The black-robed Cultivator, though ensnared by the Magical Artifact, still had a smile on his face. He seemed to whisper something to the Foundation Establishment guard. The guard’s expression changed instantly. He released the black-robed man and instead led the two Jin Family disciples away. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

The black-robed Cultivator straightened his robes, walked over to Fang Qingyuan, and said:

"How about that? A satisfying show, wasn’t it?"

Fang Qingyuan pulled Jinbao behind him protectively and asked:

"Fellow Daoist, why did you help me? Are you a disciple of Black Wind Valley?"

In this world, the Beast Taming Sect had what amounted to one and a half allies: Black Wind Valley counted as one, and the Qi Yun Sect counted as half.

And this Cultivator before him didn’t seem to have the Daoist Family roots of the Qi Yun Sect; his style was much more like that of Black Wind Valley.

The black-robed Cultivator gave a mischievous laugh and introduced himself to Fang Qingyuan.

"My name is Yuan Tu, and yes, I’m a disciple of Black Wind Valley. May I ask which peak of the Beast Taming Sect you’re from, Fellow Daoist?"

Fang Qingyuan pondered for a moment, running all the information through his mind. He realized this Yuan Tu must have a significant background. The Foundation Establishment Cultivator from the Celestial Wings Building had dared to arrest disciples of the local Jin Family but hadn’t dared to detain this man. He was definitely no ordinary Black Wind Valley disciple.

Then Fang Qingyuan recalled that the Divinity Transformation Cultivator from Black Wind Valley seemed to have the surname Tu.

So, Fang Qingyuan tested his theory.

"I am Fang Qingyuan, a disciple of the Southern Border Beast Taming Sect. I appreciate you stepping in just now. However, ’Yuan Tu’ is likely an alias, isn’t it? If I’m not mistaken, your real surname should be Tu, right?"

As soon as he said this, Fang Qingyuan saw the smile vanish from the other man’s face, replaced by a look of annoyance.

"How did someone figure it out again? I was sure my disguise was perfect this time."

A few breaths later, the black-robed Cultivator faced Fang Qingyuan with a serious expression and said:

"My apologies, Fellow Daoist Fang. I didn’t mean to hide it. It’s just that my father forbids me from revealing my real name to outsiders. It seems our Tu Family has offended quite a few people. My real name is Tu Yuan."