Chapter 9 (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The next day, Feng Zhi deliberately changed into a lake-blue dress and held a walking pin in her hand. She planned to stroll around the city and buy some small toys to relieve her boredom.

Perhaps it was because of the advancement of her water-type bloodline, she did not feel tired even after sleeping for a few hours. Instead, she was in a very good mental state!

Anyway, the second branch had made an oath with her that they would not come to provoke her again in the near future. She informed her father and left the mansion and went straight to the nearest market.

“Come and have a look, come and have a look! There are only things that you can’t imagine, there’s nothing that I don’t sell here!”

The hawkers’ shout were incessant, and the business was quite good.

This street was called the Ghost Market.

It was said that here, there were people who had discerned the goods and found rare treasures, and there were also people who had spent all their wealth to buy a few pieces of scrap metal and scrap stones. It really tested one’s eyesight!

“Isn’t that the young miss of the Feng Clan?”

“Yes! It’s her… why is she here? I heard that she has awakened the weakest water bloodline, it’s too embarrassing!”

“If it were me, I would definitely hide at home and not dare to come out! Who knows, I might be captured one day and become a slave!”

“That’s right! What’s the use of being beautiful? Isn’t she still inferior to her family’s second young miss? What a waste!”

The surrounding people seemed to recognize her identity, but their discussions were not restrained at all. Their voices were loud and clear, and Feng Zhi thought that they were just singing an opera!

She was not angry. Arguing with this group of people who only knew how to gossip and belittle others to get satisfaction was really degrading her status!

After bypassing a few stalls selling crystals, Feng Zhi’s attention was attracted by a middle-aged man’s stall.

The man was fanning himself, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. A few seemingly old books were thrown out in front of him. Some of them were covered in thick dust, and it was hard to see what the handwriting was.

Feng Zhi stopped in her tracks, squatted down, and pulled at the pile of books.

“Miss, five gold coins for one book. No credit, no bargaining!”

The man heard the footsteps and opened his mouth to speak, but his eyes were still closed.

Feng Zhi found it interesting and asked, “does the stall owner have a skill that can be cultivated with the water bloodline?”

“A healing skill? It’s all here…”

The stall owner suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Feng Zhi with some interest. He used his fan to push the two tattered books to her. “Miss, you don’t have to be sad. If it really doesn’t work out, you can just set up a stall in the future and make a living.”

Feng Zhi laughed lightly. It seemed that her story had spread throughout the entire city!

Thinking about it, she had already become the laughingstock of everyone.

People couldn’t wait to see her fall from the altar. In their dreams!