[System Notification: Target Identified.]

[Name: Su Mei.]

[Status: True Manager of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion branch.]

"It seems our guest has a very fiery temper," Su Mei purred, her voice dripping with seductive honey, "I am Su Mei. Just a nobody in the Heavenly treasure pavilion at your service."

"Gu Fan," he replied, matching her amused tone.

"I know who you are," She smiled, leaning forward so her deep cleavage were clearly out in the open for Gu fan to admire, "You are much more... Explosive than the rumours do you justice."

"But I can always admire a man who knows how to make things hot."

"I try my best to keep things boiling, Sister Mei," Gu Fan smirked, his eyes trailing unapologetically down her curves, "But I wouldn’t want to burn you."

"Oh, I can handle the heat," she teased, licking her red lips, "In fact, I am hoping we can ignite a very long, very deep and very beneficial relationship."

"We just might, Sister Mei" Gu Fan chuckled, tossing his new spatial ring in his hand, "Because I bring with me a massive package to offer, and I am going to need a partner who can handle my... massive loads."

"My! My! My! Young Master Fan," Su Mei let out a charming giggle as she looked at Gu Fan from top to bottom, "I look forward to accommodating everything you have to offer, Young Master Gu. My doors are always open for you."

"Good," Gu Fan said, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees, "Because I didn’t just come here to dump beast cores. I have some rare inventory, and I want to see if the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion has the appetite for it."

And with a flick of his something materialised in thin air and dropped in front of Su Mei.

"Let’s start small. Thirty Mortal Grade ’Beast-Tracking Talismans’." Gu Fan began to speak, "I want one hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones for each one of them."

Su Mei raised an elegant eyebrow, crossing her legs, "A hundred? For Mortal Grade tracking paper? You must be joking. I will give you at max twenty for each."

"Fifty," Gu Fan countered smoothly, "And not a stone less. They are perfectly inscribed."

"Since it is our first deal, I will give in," Su Mei smiled, "What else?"

"Thirty Spirit Grade ’Minor Illusion Talismans’," Gu Fan continued as the space wrapped over his palms again and the talismans dropped in between them, "Two hundred and fifty Low-Grade Spirit Stones. Each."

"Two hundred," Su Mei haggled, her eyes flashing with calculation, "The market for illusions isn’t as desperate right now."

"A bit steep for a discount, but acceptable. Two hundred it is," Gu Fan smirked. He was just getting started, "Next. Forty Mortal Grade ’Qi-Clotting Pills’. I want one hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones each."

"Seventy," Su Mei purred, leaning closer so her cleavage was right in his line of sight.

"One hundred," Gu Fan said flatly, completely unbothered by the distraction, "Don’t try to charm me on medical supplies. You know the mercenary bands bleed like pigs and will buy these out in a day."

Su Mei laughed out loud leaning back, "Alright, you are quite strict. A hundred it is."

"And thirty Spirit Grade ’Burst-Step Pills’," Gu Fan added, "Eighty Medium-Grade Spirit Stones each."

Elder Qian gasped aloud in the background, "Spirit Grade Burst-Step Pills?! Those are incredibly rare! Only top-tier alchemists can forge them without impu...!"

But Elder Qian was made to shut up with a single glare from Su Mei.

"Exactly why I want eighty," Gu Fan noted.

Su Mei tapped her chin, "I’ll give you forty Medium-Grade. The demand is high, but my margin needs to exist."

"Fifty," Gu Fan negotiated, "Final offer on the pills."

"Agreed," Su Mei nodded. "What about those herbs? Don’t you have any from the hunting competition?"

"Glad you asked," Gu fan smiled as he pointed at the table and something appeared there.

"Twenty stalks of Mortal Grade Green Mist Grass, and thirty Spirit Grade Earthbind Roots," Gu Fan grouped them up. "I want ten Medium-Grade stones for the grass and eighty for the roots."

"Five and fifty," Su Mei shot back instantly, "Don’t push your luck, handsome."

"Fine. Five and fifty," Gu Fan chuckled as he waved his hand again, "Five Spirit Grade Spirit Ginseng Roots. Two hundred Medium-Grade stones each."

"One hundred," Su Mei said, her eyes gleaming.

"One hundred and fifty. We need meet in the middle."

"Deal," she smiled seductively. This wasn’t just a lucky haul; this was a king’s ransom, "You drive a hard bargain, Gu Fan. What’s left?"

"Ten Spirit Grade Frost-tip Lotuses and five Spirit Grade Purple Lightning Orchids," Gu Fan interrupted, pointing to the glowing plants, "Four hundred Medium-Grade for the Lotuses. Seven hundred Medium-Grade for the Orchids."

"Two hundred and fifty for the Lotuses, four hundred for the Orchids," Su Mei haggled smoothly, loving the back and forth between the two of them.

"Three hundred and five hundred," Gu Fan said firmly, locking eyes with her. "Take it or leave it."

"I will take it," Su Mei purred, "Why are you getting angry, brother Fan? You scared me."

"I can never do so, Sister Mei," Gu Fan said looking at Su Mei as if he had committed the absolute sin.

"But if you feel that way, the next thing will surely lift up your mood," He finally pulled out a sleek, black wooden box and flipped it open, revealing a set of perfectly forged, glowing silver needles.

"Ten sets of ’Bone-Piercing Silver Needles’, Spirit Grade," Gu Fan announced. "Eight hundred Medium-Grade Spirit Stones each."

Su Mei let out a soft whistle. "Beautiful craftsmanship. But eight hundred is jus blain daylight robbery. Six hundred."

"Let me take the hit here. Six hundred and fifty," Gu Fan said, a confident smirk on his lips, "And that concludes my inventory."

Elder Qian looked like he was about to faint. The sheer volume of wealth being casually negotiated in front of him was staggering. He couldn’t even process where a crippled bastard got all this.

Gu Fan briefly thought about pulling out his King-Tier artefacts or the ’Windchaser Boots’ he had looted, but he mentally shook his head.

’No, better not show my full hand.’

Su Mei’s sharp eyes caught his brief hesitation. She noticed he held something back, and it only made her more intrigued.

She leaned back in the chair, stretching her arms and exposing more of her smooth, thick thighs.

"You are quite the merchant, Brother Fan," Su Mei purred, a predatory glint returning to her eyes. "I accept your final prices. Totalled up, that’s exactly fifteen thousand, eight hundred and fifty Medium-Grade Spirit Stones, plus eleven thousand, five hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones."

She snapped her fingers, "Elder Qian, fetch the funds immediately."

"Y-Yes, Miss Su!" Elder Qian stammered, hurrying out of the room to pull from the Pavilion’s main reserves.

Su Mei turned her full attention back to Gu Fan. She stood up slowly and walked around the melted desk.

She stopped right in front of him, pressing her hands onto the armrests of his chair, trapping him. She leaned down, her massive, soft breasts brushing right against his chest.

"You have brought me a lot of joy tonight, Gu Fan," Su Mei whispered, her lips inches from his, her pink charm-mist subtly rolling off her tongue, "Perhaps we can finalize this transaction in a more... private setting?"