Chapter 81 The Demon Lord's purchase of cloth is ridiculed? Old Wan angrily smashes a mountain of gold and buys the entire street!
Inside Qingyun City, traffic flowed like water, and the calls of street vendors were endless.
The city's southern district's largest 'Jinxiu Cloth Shop' welcomed a strange guest today.
Demon Venerable Wanhua wore a faded grey cotton robe, hands behind his back, striding into the shop with an arrogant gait.
His demonic eyes, accustomed to seeing life, death, and the Laws of the Heavenly Dao, were now scanning the Mortal silks on the shelves with a critical gaze.
"Shopkeeper, bring out the softest, most breathable, and highest quality silk you have," Demon Venerable Wanhua said loudly, rapping on the counter.
The shopkeeper was a chubby middle-aged man. He sized up Demon Venerable Wanhua, and seeing his shabby grey robe, a hint of imperceptible disdain flashed in his eyes.
However, being in business, the shopkeeper still put on a smile and brought down a brocade box from the highest shelf.
"You've come to the right place, old customer. This is our shop's treasure, 'Flowing Cloud Ice Silk' from Jiangnan. It's light as a feather, warm in winter and cool in summer. As for the price... one foot costs ten taels of silver."
Demon Venerable Wanhua reached out to touch the fabric.
To him, this Mortal ice silk was as coarse as a burlap sack, not even fit for a foot-wiping rag in the Immortal Palace. But considering the Young Master was in a hurry to make clothes for Xiao Lian, he had to make do.
"It'll do," Demon Venerable Wanhua nodded. "Cut three inches for me."
"Alright, three... how much?!"
The fat shopkeeper froze, picking his ear as if he had misheard.
"Three inches," Demon Venerable Wanhua gestured a length about the size of a palm. "Any longer is a waste. Just cut three inches and wrap it up nicely."
The shopkeeper's Face instantly darkened, and he slammed the scissors onto the counter with a "thud."
Several rich young ladies and noble Young Masters in the shop heard this and began to giggle behind their hands.
"Three inches? Is this old man here to cause trouble?"
"Buying three inches of top-grade ice silk, is he going to make a bellyband for a mouse?"
"Look at his tattered clothes. He probably wants to buy a scrap of cloth to patch his clothes and save Face!"
Laughter erupted from all around.
The fat shopkeeper waved his hand impatiently. "Go, go! You old beggar, don't amuse yourself at my expense! Three inches of cloth can't even sew a cuff. Are you buying it for an insect? If you can't afford it, get out. Don't dirty my shop!"
Demon Venerable Wanhua stood there stunned.
He, the grand Peak Mahayana Stage Demon Venerable Wanhua who ruled over billions of demonic cultivators, was actually being mocked by a few Mortals as a beggar who couldn't afford cloth?
If it were before, this entire Qingyun City would have turned into a sea of blood by now.
But not now. The Young Master hated fighting and killing. If the Young Master found out he was causing trouble in the Mortal realm, he would definitely be thrown into the well to keep that mutt company when he got back.
Demon Venerable Wanhua took a deep breath, suppressing the surging rage in his heart.
"You say I can't afford it?"
Demon Venerable Wanhua laughed in anger. He reached into his robes and pulled out a Storage Ring he had obtained from raiding a major cultivation Sect.
"Bang!"
Without even looking, he poured out all the Mortal wealth from the ring into the cloth shop's spacious hall.
The next second.
The entire Jinxiu Cloth Shop was instantly submerged in a blinding radiance of jewels and treasure!
It was a literal mountain of gold, top-grade jade, pigeon-blood rubies, and Night-Luminous Pearls from the Eastern Sea!
Golden ingots rolled down like a waterfall, smashing the solid wood counter. Several fist-sized Night-Luminous Pearls rolled to the feet of those rich young ladies, emitting a suffocatingly eerie glow.
Silence.
Deadly silence.
The scissors in the fat shopkeeper's hand fell directly onto his toe, but he forgot to even scream in pain. Those noble Young Masters who had just been mocking him felt their legs go weak and fell to their knees before the mountain of gold, their breathing nearly stopping.
"This... this... this..." The shopkeeper's lips trembled, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head.
Demon Venerable Wanhua stepped forward, planting a foot on the mountain of gold, looking down at the fat shopkeeper.
"I'm buying cloth for an insect? Open your dog eyes! I'm making a dress for the Young Master's little princess!"
Demon Venerable Wanhua grabbed a handful of gold beans and threw them at the shopkeeper's fat Face.
"I'm buying this cloth shop! I'm taking over every tailor shop on this street!"
"Now, immediately, right away! Call out every seamstress and embroiderer in your shop!"
Demon Venerable Wanhua pointed at the Flowing Cloud Ice Silk and roared with grand ambition, "Use this cloth and follow the three-inch size to cut a hundred dresses in different styles! If there's one missing, I'll break your legs with gold ingots!"
Looking at the gold all over the floor, the fat shopkeeper had only one thought left.
Where did this living God of Wealth descend from?!
"Yes, yes, yes! Please calm down, Great Master! This lowly one will go call them right now! Never mind a hundred sets, even for a thousand sets for the insect... no, the little princess, this lowly one will rush them out for you!"
The fat shopkeeper scrambled to the backyard, shouting like a stuck pig, "Where are the seamstresses! Everyone, get out and work! Our cloth shop has received an imperial decree from the God of Wealth today!"
Looking at the chaos in the shop and all the Mortals fawning over him.
Demon Venerable Wanhua snorted and brushed the dust off his hands.
"Mortals are just Mortals, getting scared like this over a bit of gold and silver. If I brought out those high-grade Spiritual Veins, wouldn't you all be scared to death?"
He picked up the teapot on the table and poured himself a cup of tea, feeling a secret sense of satisfaction.
No wonder the Young Master likes to Seal his cultivation and experience Mortal life. This feeling of crushing people with money is sometimes even more satisfying than cutting them down with a blade!