Chapter 3582 — Mission Registration
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After Meng Jueming finished laying out the rules, he turned deliberately toward Wei Zhao and said coldly, "As for you penniless bastards from the secular world, you had best be even more careful. Don't imagine this is some backwater village. Keep your hands clean. Otherwise, if you really do swipe someone's things and get beaten to death for it, you'll have only yourself to blame!"
Of course, there was a deeper meaning behind Meng Jueming's words, because...
Wei Zhao showed no change on the surface, but inwardly he gave a start!
Wei Zhao possessed the jade pendant space, which allowed him to draw things he fancied into it with his thought-sense, silent and undetected—just as he had once done in the secular world, when he had made off with the red conch and a great sum of money from the Overseas Cultivators' Association!
Earlier, Wei Zhao had actually been considering doing exactly that—only he was not a rash man and had planned to observe a while first. Now, hearing Meng Jueming's words, he silently counted himself lucky! From here on, unless his brain had gone to water, he would not lightly attempt such a way of reaping without sowing!
If he truly did steal something, once he was locked onto, not only would the matter of his wearing the Thousand-Silk Mask be easily exposed, but even the jade pendant space might well be discovered!
That no one in the secular world had noticed did not mean no one on Cloud-Tier Island—where experts clustered like trees—could notice. If he were found out, Wei Zhao would truly weep without tears. Such a folly of losing much for a little was something he was absolutely resolved never to commit.
The crowd of newcomers followed Meng Jueming through the market, stopping and starting, and every so often they would come upon things that caught their fancy. Though they had only a single spirit jade to their names, that did not dampen their enthusiasm for asking prices. Even if they could not afford it now, once their purses grew fuller in days to come, they could still come back and buy, could they not? And knowing the prices would at least give them a direction to strive toward.
The other newcomers did this, and Wei Zhao, mingling among them, could naturally do the same. He took the chance to ask the price of each of the five medicinal herbs he needed, but lest anyone with sharp eyes catch a clue, he asked after the prices of many other goods as well, putting on quite an eager and attentive show.
Meng Jueming and Meng Zhou took in this scene and could not help sneering. To their minds, given Wei Zhao's present circumstances, he could forget about ever obtaining more spirit jade—even the single routine jade each month would be the smallest and shoddiest grade. What use was all this eager price-asking? Even if he saved for a year, he might not afford a single item. He was nothing but a clown capering on a stage!
Wei Zhao, however, plainly paid these two men's expressions no mind. He calculated carefully: to buy the five medicinal herbs he needed would require at least eight spirit jades, while what he had on hand amounted to barely more than half a one. He was short seven and a half—a long and heavy road ahead.
The party made their way through the outer street and the middle street. As for the most mysterious inner street, with their strength they plainly could not enter. In truth, even the strongest among them, Meng Jueming, the steward senior brother, was not qualified to set foot in the inner street; he could only cast a disgruntled glance from afar before withdrawing.
For entry to the inner street depended not on strength but on status! One had to be an outstanding inner-door disciple of the Three Pavilions and present one's identity token to gain entry.