One Person: I, the Dragon Tiger Stall King! I Won!

47: The one who buried the bottle is the one who wants to buy the bottle the mostThe heavy rain had just ceased, and the first light of dawn broke through, the damp air thick with the pungent scent of soil and grass.

The bluestone pavement was washed clean, mirroring the leaden gray sky.

Zhang Xuanyi’s street stall was set up once more at its usual spot.

Unlike yesterday’s dazzling array of bottles and jars, today’s stall only held three of the most ordinary empty glass bottles, their surfaces refracting a cold light in the morning sun.

Looking closer, one could see a line of tiny characters carved into the bottom of each bottle with a Sharp Weapon: ’Clear Liquid for Truth.’

”Ding!”

A cold System notification tone sounded abruptly in his mind.

”High-concentration, high-intensity fluctuations of greed detected within range... Conditions met for unlock. ’Greed-Inducing Talisman (Pseudo)’ has been issued to the storage grid.”

A playful smirk tugged at the corner of Zhang Xuanyi’s mouth, but not a trace of amusement reached his eyes.

He grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds, cracking them noisily, and explained to Su Qingzhu beside him, who was frowning prettily, ”This thing works wonders. Once activated, it makes everyone within a hundred meters see what they desire most in their hearts—even if it’s a bottomless pit of damnation, they’ll jump in willingly.”

Su Qingzhu’s face paled further, her voice trembling slightly. ”You... you’re using your own life as bait! What if it gets out of control?”

”My life?” Zhang Xuanyi spat out a seed shell, his gaze drifting into the distance, his tone as detached as if discussing someone else. ”I sold it to this damned System three years ago. Now, I’m just collecting the debt, principal and interest.”

Before his words faded, the old dog that had been lying beside the stall, feigning sleep, suddenly raised its head.

Its golden pupils, unlike those of ordinary dogs, contracted slightly, as if piercing through the thin mist between the mountain paths, fixing intently on one direction.

At the end of the mountain path, a figure approached, holding an umbrella.

Clad in a blue Daoist robe, with an immortal’s grace and bearing—it was precisely the Tianshi Mansion Elder, Xuan Weizi.

His steps were measured, his posture elegant. Only a trace of grayish-white incense ash, inadvertently staining the wide sleeve of his robe, was identical to the mark on the sleeve of the shadowy figure that had attacked the stall last night.

A suppressed growl rumbled in the old dog’s throat, and all its fur stood on end.

Xuan Weizi had arrived before the stall. He closed his umbrella lightly, water droplets sliding down its edge and splashing onto the bluestone with crisp taps.

His gaze swept like lightning over the three empty bottles, finally settling on Zhang Xuanyi’s lazy face. With a sharp flick of his horsetail whisk, he thundered, ”Wretched Disciple Zhang Xuanyi! Your Master’s bones are not yet cold, yet here you are, indulging demonic objects at your stall, deluding minds, and disrupting the order of the mountain. What is your crime!”

His voice boomed like a great bell, infused with pure Daoist True Qi, causing the surrounding air to vibrate.

Yet Zhang Xuanyi acted as if nothing had happened. He cracked another sunflower seed and lazily lifted an eyelid. ”Junior Martial Uncle, you jest. My humble business can’t compare to the Tianshi Mansion. But you, visiting the ’Tongxuan Hall’ at the foot of the mountain late last night... could it be... you were collecting bad debts on behalf of the Tianshi Mansion?”

”You!” Xuan Weizi’s face darkened.

At that very moment, a sudden change occurred!

The old dog, which had been poised and ready, lunged out like a black bolt of lightning, completely without warning!

Its target was not Xuan Weizi’s vitals, but the sleeve stained with incense ash!

”You beast, how dare you!” Xuan Weizi swept his whisk urgently but was a step too slow.

With a ripping sound, the old dog’s sharp teeth tore through the fabric of the Daoist robe, biting out a small package tightly wrapped in oiled paper from a hidden layer in the sleeve.

It jerked its head violently, flinging the package to land at Liu Qingyi’s feet.

Liu Qingyi reacted swiftly, picking up the package and carefully opening it.

A strange smell, mingling sandalwood with decay, wafted out.