The Emperor is kidnapped, and the useless daughter destroys the three realms

"The ghost market is so big." Ruan Xihe couldn't help but sigh.

In front of him was a huge trading market with people coming and going on the road. The most numerous of them were mercenary groups wearing various armbands, independent cultivators with considerable strength, and... some slaves with shackles on their hands and feet.

On both sides of the road, there are a dazzling array of shops, and there are also numerous stalls on both sides of the road.

Ruan Xihe walked for a long time before finding a small empty seat.

She sat down on the ground, took out a piece of cloth from the space and placed it on the ground, then took out various herbs and placed them on the cloth one by one and started selling them.

In the morning she went to the Spiritual Pill Pavilion and saw that an ordinary Qi Gathering Pill cost five hundred low-grade spirit stones, while five Qi Gathering Pills would cost two thousand five hundred spirit stones.

But she only found more than 500 low-grade spirit stones and some gold coins from the Ruan family disciples. She still needed to buy other materials, and she didn't know if she could earn enough money to buy things today...

Just as she was lost in thought, a burly middle-aged man walked towards Ruan Xihe.

"Ms....Mr....Mr., how much do you sell this thousand-year-old red spirit leaf for?"

A rough voice sounded awkwardly, and the big man seemed to realize that his words were inappropriate and scratched his head embarrassedly.

Ruan Xihe was dressed in white, looking delicate and handsome, with a free and easy appearance and a pair of charming eyes, making it difficult to tell his gender.

Noticing the embarrassment of the big man in front of him, Ruan Xihe smiled indifferently while holding a folding fan in his hand. A low and cold young voice slowly sounded, "Just call me and Young Master. Thousand-year-old red spirit leaf, ten low-grade spirit stones for one."

"Ah? Ten low-grade spirit stones for one plant? Sir, are you kidding me?" The big man looked shocked.

Ruan Xihe pursed his lips, could it be that the price was too high?

She had never bought or sold herbs, and the price was set based on the few herbs the original owner had come into contact with.

She thought for a moment, then asked tentatively: "Then... eight low-grade spirit stones?"

"Ah? Eight? And young master you...you...you..." The big man was even more surprised when he heard that.

Is her offer still too high?

Ruan Xihe frowned slightly. This was her first customer and she couldn't let this business go to waste. She already had a medicinal field and didn't need this little bit of grass.

She closed her folding fan and asked in a deep voice, "Sir, what is the appropriate price for this thousand-year-old red spirit leaf?"

Upon hearing this, the big man looked Ruan Xihe up and down, his eyes gradually changing from shock to complexity.

He should have thought of it earlier. This young man is so elegant and handsome, he must be the young master of a wealthy family who has come out to experience life. No wonder he didn't know the market price of this thing.

Ruan Xihe was confused. Why did this big man suddenly look at her with such an unimpressive look?

The big man shook his head and spoke earnestly, "Master He, I'm not saying anything bad about you. Although red spirit leaves are common, these thousand-year-old red spirit leaves are not common. You said that these thousand-year-old red spirit leaves are worth eight low-grade spirit stones. You... you can't be so wasteful!"

Then he kindly added, "Master He, this thousand-year-old red spirit leaf of yours will cost at least fifty low-grade spirit stones. The lowest price for the herbs here cannot exceed this."

"I see. This is indeed my first time selling herbs, so I don't understand much. I'll give this thousand-year-old red spirit leaf to you as a thank you gift today, big brother."

Ruan Xihe straightened the corner of his robe, stood up, bowed to the big man in front of him, picked up the thousand-year-old red spirit leaf and handed it to him.

The big man waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "No, no, I just mentioned it casually. How can I accept such a valuable gift? How much is it worth?"

The two men pushed and shoved and argued for a long time. Finally, Ruan Xihe could not win over the big man, so he bought the thousand-year-old red spirit leaf for thirty low-grade spirit stones. Before leaving, he told Ruan Xihe a lot of rules of the ghost market.

Afterwards, Ruan Xihe borrowed a piece of paper and pen from another shop, wrote "50 low-grade spirit stones each" on it, and pasted it next to the herbs. She was too lazy to adjust the price or bargain, so she simply sold them all for 50.

Many people saw her paper and gathered around her curiously. Soon, there were a lot of people surrounding her in three layers.

Suddenly, a shrill male voice came from behind the crowd, "Wow, there are people who really believe him. This herbal medicine is obviously fake! If you buy it, just get ripped off!"

When the people around heard this, they gave up the idea of ​​taking advantage of the situation.

"This young man looks innocent, but I never thought he would do such a sinister thing!"

“Luckily I didn’t buy it…”

"Return it! Return it! I don't want it anymore!"

"..."

Those who didn't buy anything started to sneer and mock, while those who did buy something clamored for a refund.

Ruan Xihe raised her eyes, glanced at the man standing outside and causing trouble, and couldn't help laughing. If she remembered correctly, this man was the manager of the herbal medicine shop next door...

"Why do you say my herbs are fake?"

The crowd automatically made way for him, and the man stepped forward with a confident smile, holding his head high and saying, "Based on my many years of experience in running a herbal medicine shop!"

Then he picked up a piece of grass on the stall and said with disdain: "This Dongqi grass can only grow for a hundred years, but yours is a thousand years old! It must be fake!"

"I, Wu, hate people like you who use herbs to cheat people the most! You are unlucky to have met me today!"

As he said this, he threw the Dongqi grass heavily to the ground and crushed it with his feet.

Ruan Xihe glanced at the herbs on the ground that had been crushed to extract juice. A hint of coldness flashed in her eyes. She raised her eyes and stared at the man in front of her, "Are you sure?"

The man trembled a little under her gaze and stammered, "I...I'm sure."

At this time, a man with a dark face and a big knife in his hand came out from the crowd. He stabbed the big knife heavily into the ground and said bluntly: "I believe in Manager Wu! Today I will teach this pretty boy a lesson for everyone!"

As he spoke, he swung his sword and rushed straight towards Ruan Xihe.

Ruan Xihe's eyes were cold. She turned over to avoid the big knife that was slashing towards her and kicked the man in the crotch. The sound of something breaking could be heard...

"what--"

The man suddenly screamed, dropped the sword in his hand, and howled like a ghost, covering his crotch.

The people around silently covered their crotches tightly. Why did they feel an inexplicable chill in their crotches?

Then she swept across, and the man's knee shattered instantly. He fell to the ground, holding his body and screaming.

Manager Wu and the people around him widened their eyes. It was obvious that this young man was just a useless person without any spiritual power...

"what happened?"

A majestic voice sounded, and a team of people in black uniforms came from the corner of the street. On the leader's clothes, there was a big word "ghost".

Manager Wu rushed into the team as if he had seen a savior, and said to the leader: "Ghost Guard! This kid doesn't take the rules of the Ghost Market seriously and openly beats people on the street!"