So her respect toward him became even more pronounced.

Lin Fang, however, simply waved his hand, and several large hemp sacks thudded to the ground, causing the Shark People to raise their eyebrows in surprise.

"Exchange all these for Spiritual Shells!"

When the Shark Person opened the sacks, it was a sight of Water-Repelling Pearls and pearls, specialities of the Dragon Palace, filling the bags to the brim. Looking up at Lin Fang, the thought couldn’t help but cross their mind—could these have been obtained through robbing the Dragon King?

Catching Lin Fang’s enigmatic smile, the Shark Person couldn’t help but shiver, well aware of the phrase ’the more you know, the faster you die’.

"Exchange all of it? Isn’t this a bit too much?" The Shark Person said nervously, their gaze somewhat evasive as they looked at Lin Fang.

"Oh, is it too much?"

Lin Fang thought for a moment, collected several sacks, and only left one on the ground. He pointed and said, "Then just exchange these!"

By the time Lin Fang left the Treasure Pavilion satisfied, the Shark Person touched the cold sweat on their forehead and finally took a deep breath, relieved. Facing someone who might have robbed a Dragon King, it was quite stressful for someone from the Sea Clan like them. They turned and headed back into the Treasure Pavilion, went straight to the second floor, and conveyed Lin Fang’s information to the Dragon Palace.

In the Eastern Sea, Ao Guang stood up abruptly upon receiving the message from the Shark People. He scrutinized the information passed along and picked up a portrait that had been sent from the Buddhist Sect, featuring a handsome Taoist with a faint smile.

"It’s actually him. Should I sell this information to the Buddhist Sect?" the Old Dragon King murmured to himself.

"Forget it, it’s better not to provoke such a ruthless person. It’s unnecessary to invite trouble that could come knocking one day, especially now when tensions are rising between the Heavenly Court and the Buddhist Sect," Ao Guang resolved, destroying the information from the Shark Person, calling for a fine wine, thus, beginning his decadent day.

Meanwhile, having left the Treasure Pavilion, Lin Fang embarked on his shopping spree, and now armed with a hefty amount of Spiritual Shells, he was spending lavishly, tossing every intriguing item he found into the Glazed Glass Tower.

"Silk spun by the Spiritual Silkworm, a fine item, can be used to craft the Horo Golden Rope."

"This stone is rather interesting—able to exhale clouds and mists. I can use it to make Magical Treasures in the future, bought it."

"These Spirit Grasses, all alchemy materials, bought them."

His actions quickly caught the attention of some folks in town.

In the shadows, a man with a long scar on his face eyed Lin Fang’s figure with greed, muttering to himself, "Such a big, fat sheep, what a pity there are rules against roughhousing in this town."

The scar-faced man hurried toward Lin Fang, and as he neared him, he purposely leaned in awkwardly, only to find that Lin Fang had no reaction, as if he hadn’t expected anyone to come close.

"Sorry about that!" He feigned an apologetic tone.

"It’s fine, just be more careful when you walk," Lin Fang said with a slight frown, his expression somewhat displeased.

After that brief encounter, the two of them disappeared into the crowd. Unknown to anyone, the man had somehow acquired a strand of hair in his hand.

"Hehe, with this, let’s see how you escape from the palm of my hand," the man murmured to himself, his eyes blazing with the thought of Lin Fang’s riches.

Immediately after, his form swiftly vanished within the town, heading straight for a concealed cave outside.

"Is Madam Witch here?" the man cautiously called out in the cave.

Inside the dark cave, a rustling sound suddenly resonated, as if countless poison insects emerged from the darkness, causing the man’s hair to stand on end.

"So it’s you, Scar-faced Tiger. What brings you to this old body today?" A hoarse voice replied, with two green glimmers becoming visible in the dark.

Before long, torches were lit within the cave, revealing a hunched over old crone with straw-yellow hair and a face full of wrinkles. She was surrounding a large vat filled with a variety of venomous insects and some deadly herbs, emitting an unpleasant odor.

Scar-faced Tiger’s nostrils were assaulted by this pungent smell, causing him to subconsciously cover his nose, but upon seeing the weathered face of Madam Witch, he somewhat awkwardly lowered his hand.

"I have a significant business proposition I wish to discuss with you, Madam," Scar-faced Tiger said with a smile.

"Oh! A fat sheep that has caught your eye must be out of the ordinary, but what does that have to do with me? Don’t tell me you too want to have a taste of the broth in this old body’s vat," Madam Witch replied with a sinister smirk.

"Madam, please, no jokes. I must confess that our target this time is a noble young master," Scar-faced Tiger emphasized, putting stress on the words "noble young master."

Sure enough, upon hearing these three words, a complex expression surfaced on Madam Witch’s aged face, simultaneously gentle and venomous.

In her youth, when her heart first fluttered with love, she had fallen for a gentleman from a noble family in this town. Deeply infatuated, she did not expect that the gentleman would only see her as a plaything and discard her like a worn-out shoe after the initial sweetness had faded.

After that ordeal, her nature drastically changed. She mysteriously acquired frightening capabilities and poisoned and cursed the entire family of that unfaithful man to death; thus, her appearance transformed from a once beautiful woman into the hideous figure before them now.

Since then, every time she encountered a noble young master, she ruthlessly killed him, convinced that all such men were heartless betrayers.

Madam Witch got lost in her memories for a moment before asking, "What is this noble young master like?"

"He has an outstanding temperament and is very generous."

Madam Witch’s gaze suddenly turned piercing, and she fixed her stare on Scar-faced Tiger, "It seems you have obtained something personal of his?"

"Indeed, this is a strand of his hair," Scar-faced Tiger said, handing over the hair he had previously acquired.

"With this, it’s enough. Let’s agree beforehand, I want half of the spoils," Madam Witch said with a cold laugh.

Scar-faced Tiger hadn’t anticipated that she would demand half of his gains in one fell swoop. However, considering the backing behind the noble young master, he clenched his teeth and agreed.

After all, Madam Witch’s curse-killing technique was silent and traceless; even those so-called ascendant immortals couldn’t find the slightest clue. Such a method was most fitting for dealing with someone with strong support.

Having reached an agreement, they decided to act after Lin Fang left the town, as they both needed to rely on the town for their livelihood and couldn’t be too obvious.

Meanwhile, Lin Fang handed a Spiritual Shell to a man with a limp.

He appeared to be in his forties, showing signs of a hard life, selling some gathered materials around the town. Lin Fang saw that the materials were damaged but of good quality, so he generously bought them all.

The man with the limp had never seen such a generous customer, thanking him repeatedly. With these Spiritual Shells, his child would have sufficient resources for the practice of cultivation.