Amid numerous small stalls, suddenly there appeared a translation stand.
This stand was not large, with just a single table and chair, equipped with some traditional Chinese stationery. A small flag was erected behind the stand, bearing the words 'Iron Mouth Straightforward, One Word Worth a Thousand Gold!'
"Who is the owner of this stall? Such arrogance!"
Newcomers who just entered the square couldn't help but be startled when they saw this stall and the lazy young man sitting at it.
"This person is called 'Fang Lang'. No one knows how he started his cultivation path, but in just half a month at this square, he has already made quite a name for himself!"
Nearby, some older cultivators were offering hints: "Don't underestimate his youth. His skill in interpreting the great Daoist texts is truly extraordinary. The Xia Family's [Secret Recipe] and the He family's [Secret Demon Ginseng]... are exceptional and eccentric tomes. Even in Tingchao Pavilion, they can be classified as profound books, yet he has interpreted them without error..."
"Although his fees are expensive, they indeed represent good value."
"Didn't you see that even Tingchao Pavilion treats him with great respect, inviting him several times to help translate texts?"
"Heh... isn't there a saying that people in the same trade are always enemies? Maybe Tingchao Pavilion wants to recruit this master for themselves, which isn't impossible either!"
A group of loose cultivators was discussing this, but a pretty girl among them pressed her chest anxiously.
She had a secret inheritance closely guarded, but she couldn't understand the great Daoist script. Several attempts to comprehend it had left her with a splitting headache, vomiting blood, and nearly causing her to go insane. She grew fearful of it.
Now hearing these comments, her heart couldn't help but be moved.
But then she thought again and blurted out, "These secret texts are inheritances from various families. If handed over to someone else for translation, wouldn't the content be fully revealed, leading to a huge loss?"
Just as these words fell, an old cultivator beside her sneered, "Family-inherited secret texts that can't be read are useless. Now having a channel is a blessing. Before this, you would have only sold them to Tingchao Pavilion, often for a price that barely buys you a bookworm... They wouldn't help you translate either!"
Cen Hongyue couldn't help but shiver as if a basin of cold water was poured over her.
She internally awakened: 'Yes... to decipher the secret texts now, I must not care about these trivialities... I bear a deep blood vendetta and want to take revenge on the Five Passes Sect. I must master the Daoist skills recorded in the texts...'
Cen Hongyue thanked the old cultivator and inquired discreetly, finally understanding the rules of the square.
Even though business here emphasized cash on delivery with no recourse if tricked, there were some protective measures.
For example, one could purchase an additional document with a magic contract, promising genuine goods and confidentiality.
Of course, this would be an extra expense, but it ensured peace of mind.
Some loose cultivators with small fortunes often adopted this method.
But more people were strapped for cash and might not even be able to afford the translation fee, let alone pay extra.
After all, the stall owners would certainly not offer to pay for this precious bill voluntarily.
Cen Hongyue thanked the old cultivator again and asked where she could find the best value-for-money magic contract documents.
Suddenly, she heard a loud shout nearby: "You stall owner, this translation is nonsense, you've harmed my brother..."
Only to see a cultivator who looked like a bamboo pole with a patch of black hair on his face roar angrily as if to smash the translation stand.
But his fist was raised high without delivering the blow.
After all, there were rules in the square prohibiting arbitrary violence.
Zhong Shenxiu sat at the stand, leisurely sipping a cup of tea: "You, sir, are slandering me with false accusations. What evidence do you have?"
"I knew you would deny it!"
The black-haired cultivator shouted angrily: "I am Hei San. Two days ago, my brother Hei Er brought a fragment to you for translation, and you charged him a full hundred precious notes! Little Yuan Shan Kun Chi Monk, Red Feather Wanderer, and several nearby stall owners witnessed this!" Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by NoveI★Fire.net
He pointed at a few witnesses, who all nodded, confirming it was true.
"And you translated a [Bird Transformation Skill] from that fragment for my brother, which everyone saw..."
Hei San's eyes were red: "But my poor brother... disregarding my advice, he practiced the spell the moment he received it, and now... he has become !"
He tugged on the reins behind him, revealing a black... donkey!
The two large donkey eyes were staring at Zhong Shenxiu.
Evidently, this was the Hei Si cultivator.
"My brother practiced that absurd [Bird Transformation Skill] and went mad, becoming a donkey and can never return... Your spell must have been flawed!"
Hei San finally pointed at Zhong Shenxiu, angrily shouting.
This rational and evidence-based argument convinced many of the onlookers, causing them to secretly nod.
Cen Hongyue felt as though she had been doused with cold water.
'I should seek a true translation master. Small errors in cultivation techniques can be fatal!'
"If you don't compensate and explain today... Even if I have to report to the owner of the square, I'll confront you to the end!"
Hei San declared loudly.
"It's not good; today's stand owner is in trouble!"
A cultivator whispered: "This is muddy water falling into the pants, unclear whether it's a problem with the technique or the practice..."
"The spells I translate must be flawless, but mistakes during cultivation are always possible. Even after mastering a spell, violating taboos can happen often..."
Zhong Shenxiu remained at ease, speaking slowly: "If you are dissatisfied, why not openly show the method and see the effects?"
"Why should I reveal my family's secret technique? I see you don't want to compensate today, do you?" Hei San wore a hideous expression.
Zhong Shenxiu shook his head, looking at the donkey transformation of Hei Si with eyes seemingly penetrating hearts: "You merely achieved minor success in the [Bird Transformation Skill], known as the [Beast Creation Technique], unable to transform into a demon with demonic power, but merely into an ordinary animal. However, disguising yourself as a black donkey, tortured to death, does show some creativity... But extorting me is a one-way road. I'll give you a chance, disperse the spell, explain clearly to everyone, and I'll spare you this once..."
"Is there no justice? My brother has already become mad, how do you expect him to respond?"
In a flash, Hei San stood in front of Hei Si.
"I think you have a guilty conscience?"
Zhong Shenxiu glanced at Hei Si, pinched a drop of water from the teacup with his fingers, and flicked it.
"This [Beast Creation Technique] also has taboos, such as when transformed into an animal, you must not drink water, or you will reveal your original form!"
The water droplet spiraled through the air, agilely landing in the black donkey's mouth. The donkey suddenly struggled and rolled, transforming on the spot into a person wearing a donkey skin, who was unexpectedly Hei Si!
"This person... relied on Master Fang's translation to master the spell and now tries to extort?"
Seeing this scene, Cen Hongyue suddenly understood everything, gritting her teeth in anger: "Biting the hand that feeds, with a heart of a wolf and lungs of a dog, how can there be such people in the world?"