Horror Camgirl - Ch. 83: The Spiritual Medicine Trade Fair
The cruise ship docked at the shore, and Captain Jin personally led a team to clean up the aftermath. As he surveyed the corpses scattered around, his face darkened, and he gritted his teeth. “Those Killing Gate bastards dared to make a move on our territory. If we don’t teach them a lesson, they’ll never understand why the flowers are so red.”
He turned to me and said, “Madam Yuan, don’t worry. We’ll make sure you get an answer.”
I nodded, knowing that Hu Qingyu would handle things as needed.
As I was disembarking, a middle-aged man drove up, delivering two jade boxes. He was sweating profusely, likely because I’d asked for the items on short notice.
I opened the boxes to find two Glazed Reishi Mushroom emitting a soft rainbow-colored glow, and an Earthheart Grass with a faint golden hue, resembling leaves forged from pure gold.
Though they weren’t particularly aged, they were of good quality, which satisfied me.
I picked up the items and started to leave when a cool male voice sounded behind me. “Leaving without a word?”
“The deal is done. What more is there to say?” I didn’t even look back and strode off.
The middle-aged man mopped his brow and muttered, “Young Master, that woman is cold-hearted.”
Yin Shengyao cast a frosty glance his way. Immediately, the man corrected himself, “I misspoke, Young Master. Please forgive me.”
At that moment, Yin Shengyao noticed a black Range Rover Evoque approaching. The window rolled down, revealing Tang Mingli.
Yin Shengyao’s eyes turned sharp as knives, his gaze filled with a hint of anger, like a husband catching his wife in an affair. He was gripping his phone so tightly it almost cracked.
The middle-aged man’s head lowered even more, trembling. He’d never seen the young master with this expression before—it was terrifying.
I climbed into Tang Mingli’s car, where Qin Ni and Xiao Qiong sat in the backseat, both still shaken.
Xiao Qiong fared a bit better—after all, she was the granddaughter of a casino magnate in Macau and had seen her share of storms.
I took them to Qin Ai’s place, fulfilling my promise.
Tang Mingli then drove me home, assuring me not to worry; someone would take care of any remaining issues.
A few days later, Captain Jin called me. He reported that Hu Qingyu had personally led a team to eradicate Killing Gate’s influence in Shan City, exposing many of their assassins. Some were captured, some resisted and were killed on the spot, and others fled abroad, likely never to return to China.
Although Killing Gate hadn’t been completely destroyed, they were significantly weakened and would no longer pose a threat.
This incident served as a wake-up call for anyone harboring malicious intent, reminding them that my backing was formidable. Anyone who dared target me would need to think twice.
One day, while I was browsing the internet during a break from cultivation, I noticed that Huang Luzi’s icon was lit up in Hei Yan’s group chat. I decided to strike up a conversation. Initially, I thought he’d ignore me with his usual aloofness, but to my surprise, he replied—albeit with brief responses after I sent four or five messages. At least he was responding.
“Today’s September 6 in the mortal world, right?” he asked. “I wonder if the annual Spiritual Medicine Trade Fair is still happening.”
My interest was piqued, and I quickly replied, “What Spiritual Medicine Trade Fair?”
“When I was still in the mortal realm, there was a Spiritual Medicine Trade Fair every year on September 10. That’s where I obtained the formula for my Foundation Pill.” Huang Luzi sighed, reminiscing. “Girl, if you go and take me with you, I’ll give you the Foundation Pill formula. How about it?”
“Deal!” I agreed enthusiastically and called Tang Mingli right away. He said, “I was just about to tell you about it. The Spiritual Medicine Trade Fair is held twice a year—once on March 3 and again on September 10. The location changes each time, and this year, it’s in Rong City.”
I was delighted. The trade fair was still ongoing.
“Oh, by the way,” I asked, “how long has it been held twice a year?”
Tang Mingli replied, “For about six or seven hundred years. It used to be held only once a year. Why do you ask?”
I froze. Could it be that Huang Luzi was someone from hundreds of years ago?
Could high-level cultivation really extend one’s lifespan, allowing them to live for centuries?
Could Huang Luzi actually be an immortal?
Impossible. I dismissed the thought, chuckling to myself. He must be some reclusive master hidden away in the mountains.
After arranging a time with Tang Mingli, I packed up and took a high-speed train to Rong City.
Rong City was different from Shan City, rich in cultural heritage and steeped in an ancient atmosphere. We arrived at an estate on the western outskirts, built in the Ming and Qing architectural styles.
Entry to the trade fair required a ticket, priced at a hefty 100,000 yuan each. Though it pained me, I paid without hesitation.
Once inside, I opened the livestream room, where Huang Luzi was online.
The gathering had already begun, and the place was filled with a mix of people. There were Ability Users, Martial Artists, and Cultivators, as well as ordinary folks desperately seeking Spiritual Medicine. Some people were already hawking their medicinal herbs around.
A man with a pointy nose and monkey-like features approached me, saying, "Sir, Ma'am, I’ve got a Dolan Flower here. Are you interested?"
Dolan Flower? Never heard of it.
I said, "Let me take a look first."
The monkey-faced man handed me a Jade Box. As soon as I opened it, my eyes lit up—this was no ordinary Dolan Flower. It was actually a Heavenly Wolf Meteor Flower, a primary ingredient for refining Fire Essence Pills.
“This one’s pretty good. How much are you asking for it?” I inquired.
Rubbing his hands in excitement, the man replied, “This Spiritual Medicine was really hard to find. How about... one hundred thousand dollars?”
I sneered and said, “One hundred thousand dollars? You’re basically robbing people. How about a hundred thousand in China currency, that’s more like it.” Tossing the box back to him, I added, “Go try your luck with someone else.”
“Wait, Miss,” he hurriedly said, “the price is negotiable. Let’s settle on a hundred thousand in China currency, but I can’t go any lower.”
Just as I was about to happily hand over the money, a gruff voice interrupted, “Mountain Monkey, trying to scam another outsider with your junk again?”
The monkey-faced man’s expression instantly turned sour.
Turning around, I saw a tall, burly man striding over. He addressed me, “Young lady, don’t believe him. He’s a well-known swindler. Most of the folks here are masters of Traditional Chinese Medicine and attend this event every year. Ask around—everyone knows this old man sells fake medicine.”
The man's face flushed with anger. “You brat! Just you wait! I won’t let this slide!” he yelled.
Grabbing the Spiritual Medicine, he tried to leave. I quickly called out, “Hold on.”
Mountain Monkey turned to glare at me with a malicious look. “What do you want?”
“I’ll take it,” I said. “But give me an honest price.”
The burly man hurriedly interjected, “Miss, let me tell you, this plant isn’t called a Dolan Flower; it’s Wolf’s Tail Grass. It’s indeed medicinal but extremely cheap. The mountains are full of it. If you want, you can collect it yourself after the gathering.”
Mountain Monkey glared at the man with hatred, grinding his teeth. “Old Yang, are you deliberately messing with me?”
Old Yang glared back, his eyes filled with fury. “You tricked a young lady last time into buying your worthless junk. Her grandfather was on his deathbed, desperately in need of medicine. You sold her a cheap Ground Moon Lotus for hundreds of thousands! You heartless scoundrel, you’ll get struck by lightning one day!”
At this moment, Huang Luzi spoke up, his voice as cold as ever, though I could hear the anger beneath it.
“Girl, cripple this disgrace to our medical community for me. I’ll handsomely reward you.”
I nodded. Scum like this deserved no mercy.
Mountain Monkey sneered, “It’s not my fault she didn’t know any better. You can’t blame me for that.”
Old Yang roared, “You’ll get what’s coming to you one day!”
Mountain Monkey tilted his chin arrogantly and said, “Let’s see when that day comes.”
But just as he turned to leave, he suddenly froze, his eyes bulging, and collapsed forward, convulsing on the ground.
A bystander who seemed to be a doctor stepped forward to check on him, but someone else held him back, saying, “He’s a notorious Spiritual Medicine scammer, preying on the desperate.”
The doctor immediately withdrew, a flash of disdain and disgust in his eyes.
All around, people merely watched the spectacle unfold. Not a single person stepped forward to help.
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