Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 261: That's Not How Business Is Done

The night of the black market always feels heavier and colder than the outside world.

Here, there are no sect rules to bind, only naked exchanges of profit. The air is thick with the smell of rotting spirit herbs, cheap rouge, and that musty odor of gutter rats that can never be washed away.

Wang Defa sat at a greasy square table in the furthest corner of the "Drunken Immortal Inn," holding a bowl of watered-down, low-quality spirit wine, his gaze somewhat vacant.

This was his third day in the black market.

Following Su Ming's instructions, he hadn't recklessly set up a stall hawking "Bumper Harvest No. 1" like a greenhorn. Instead, he had spent three days, like a diligent spider, weaving an invisible web in every corner of the black market.

"Have you heard? A batch of special farming tools has recently surfaced."

"What farming tools? Hoes?"

"Hey, these aren't your ordinary hoes. I hear they're specifically for splitting mountains and cracking rocks. Just a tiny pellet, 'BOOM,' and even bluestone can be blasted to dust. Even the protective spiritual light of a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator would shudder three times if hit."

"Really? Where's the stuff from?"

"Shh... better not ask that. Anyway, it's not that fancy-looking junk from the Vessel Hall."These words, spread through a few carefully chosen, big-mouthed middlemen by Wang Defa, had taken flight among the lower-level cultivators of the black market. He was extremely cautious, his wording deliberately vague, only talking about "land reclamation," not "killing"; only mentioning "farming tools," not "thunder fire."

He was waiting.

Waiting for the first fish to bite.

As soon as someone showed interest, he could follow the vine to find the melon, screening for suitable buyers.

*Tap, tap.*

Two light knocking sounds echoed on the tabletop.

Wang Defa jolted, nearly dropping the wine bowl in his hand. He looked up to see a figure shrouded entirely in a gray robe standing beside the table, having appeared out of nowhere.

The person didn't speak, just pulled out the long bench opposite and sat down, took a black iron token from their sleeve, flashed it quickly on the table, and immediately withdrew it.

Though it was only for an instant, Wang Defa's pupils instantly contracted to pinpoints.

That token was engraved with a ferocious *Bì'àn* beast head—that was the symbol of the Outer Sect Enforcement Hall!

Wang Defa's back. He felt as if his throat was

It's over.

Or has the

thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant. He was even already calculating how to bite down and never reveal Su Ming if he was dragged into the Enforcement Hall's

"Don't be nervous."

edge of someone accustomed

and let out a dry laugh. "Y-you jest, sir. I'm just a small-time dealer in

"Cut the nonsense."

lowered their hood, revealing a pair of sinister eyes. "I hear you have a batch of particularly

Defa's fingers dug tightly into the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white.

his reaction, the corner of their mouth twitching. "I don't care

and wrote a few characters

Their location is rather... obstructive. They need to be demolished. But..." The gray-robed person stared at Wang Defa. "The commotion can't be too big. It's best if they... collapse silently and

Wang Defa was stunned.

Illegal structures? Demolition?

in the outer sect for so many years, he understood this underworld jargon all too

some wandering cultivator unwilling to pay protection

you mean..." Wang Defa probed cautiously,

cloth pouch from their sleeve and tossed it onto the table, producing a crisp clinking sound. "This is the deposit. There will be

person stood up and vanished into the

spirit stone pouch on the table, feeling it wasn't money, but a red-hot

coming to the black

waters run

...

Stream Valley, the night

atmosphere inside the cave dwelling was somewhat

Ming tapped his

we can't

his face pale. "That's someone from the Enforcement Hall! If our stuff leaves any trace and

didn't speak, just turned to look at the ring

what do you

is hiding

hint of amusement. "Even Enforcement Hall people have dirty work to do, and they often need to cover their tracks more than ordinary cultivators. For us, this is both a

Wang Defa, his tone calm. "Old Wang, you did very well. You didn't refuse on the spot, nor did you directly agree to sell 'Bumper Harvest No. 1,' leaving