Chapter 17 Do you know what this is?

However, today, she happens to have one thousand taels of silver with her.

This sum of money was something she had spent a whole year begging Bai Liujing, Marquis of Wuwei, to give it to her.

In the past few years, the major martial arts academies in the South Tianyu have started to recruit students. As a second-grade talent and a fourth-level cultivation of the Qi Xuan Realm, Bai Ruoyan is considered quite outstanding among the younger generation.

If she can be admitted to one of the seven colleges, her strength and worth will undoubtedly be greatly improved.

Therefore, she tried her best to get this thousand taels of silver, hoping to choose a suitable profound weapon in Qianzhen Pavilion, increase her strength, and stand out in the entrance examination next year.

If she hadn't been anxious to buy a mysterious weapon, she wouldn't have gone out after being humiliated yesterday!

Who would have thought that before the money was warmed up, it would meet the evil star Huang Yueli!

Are you really going to give her the money?

Bai Ruoyan felt that her heart was bleeding!

However, if the news about her running wild in the street gets out, and Huang Yueli finds witnesses to testify, then her innocence will be ruined and her reputation will be ruined!

Even if she can get into the most famous Xingyao Academy, it is impossible for her to marry into a high school again!

Huang Yueli looked at her leisurely.

Bai Ruoyan struggled for a while like a knife cutting her heart, before she took out a big bag.

"This is one thousand taels, pay the money with one hand, and pay the IOU with the other hand!"

Huang Yueli was not pretentious, took the money, handed over the IOU, and handed it to Bai Ruoyan with both hands.

"Fourth sister, you can take it well, don't lose it, or you will be extorted money!"

She looked at the purse with a grin, "Sure enough, it's one thousand taels, not a lot! As expected of Master Hou's own daughter, she is much richer than my niece. One thousand taels, you can give it if you say it, and it really is." Not short of money! I will ask my fourth sister to take care of me in the future!"

Bai Ruoyan couldn't bear it anymore after being ridiculed by her for a while, her eyes darkened, and she almost fainted.

"Miss Four!" The maid who came with her hastily supported her.

Bai Ruoyan couldn't stay any longer, flicked her sleeves, and left without looking back.

The crowd of onlookers also dispersed.

After this day, the story of Marquis Wuwei bullying his missing brother's only daughter spread throughout the capital, discrediting the entire Mansion of Marquis Wuwei.

After Huang Yueli got the one thousand taels of silver, she began to buy the things she needed.

It was the first time shopkeeper Sun saw this Miss Bai came to Qianzhen Pavilion, and he didn't know what she wanted to buy, a good-for-nothing with no ability to cultivate.

After all, Qianzhen Pavilion mainly sells various mysterious weapons and pills, mainly for warriors.

Out of curiosity, Shopkeeper Sun followed Huang Yueli himself.

"Miss Bai San, what would you like to buy?"

Huang Yueli casually pointed to the most common type of refining furnace on the shelf.

"This stove, please send it to the other courtyard of Wuwei Marquis Mansion."

Refining furnaces are generally as tall as two people and weigh hundreds of catties, and they provide door-to-door service.

Shopkeeper Sun was stunned: "This...Miss Bai, do you know what this is for?"

"Isn't it just a refining furnace?" Huang Yueli gave him a strange look.

It is still a defective product with poor texture, unreasonable structure, and easy to explode.

Shopkeeper Sun said: "Then what are you buying this for? Do you know that this refining furnace is specially used by refining masters for casting profound weapons. It is useless for ordinary people to buy it back!"

Girls, pass by, don’t miss it, please leave your paw prints gently. Usually, there are so few comments from everyone, I don’t know if someone is reading this book? Is it because Qingqing's writing is too ugly?

(end of this chapter)