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I Cultivate Through a Madman's Asylum

"Passers by, don't miss out! Second-hand ladies' underwear, cough cough..." Ivan yelled at the entrance of his small shop, which specialized in selling second-hand ladies' underwear exclusively for men's service. In this era where superpowers were prevalent across the entire Earth, Ivan chose the path of cultivation. How dare these mere superhumans have the audacity to challenge the mighty cultivator? And to top it off, at the start, he occasionally encountered a beautiful girl having fun alone in the dance studio...

Holyshit · Urban
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Chapter 20 Sold the high heels

However, Ivan's thoughts only lasted for a moment before they completely disappeared.

The shoebox had not even been opened yet, so how could she possibly recognize that these were Charline's high heels?

"Don't be nervous, I just smelled the floral fragrance of Blue Mountain Academy on you." The girl walked out of the dark cabinet.

She was wearing a kimono and wooden clogs.

Her height seemed to be about the same as Charline's.

However, he did not know what kind of face was hidden behind her red fox mask.

As Ivan heaved a sigh of relief, he also confirmed in his heart that the girl in front of him was probably also from Blue Mountain Academy.

Being able to remember the floral fragrance was secondary. After all, how could one remember the fragrance if they had never been to Blue Mountain Academy?

However, he did not dwell on this question.

The key now was to sell the high heels first!

"I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry. Can you please take a look at what's inside and tell me how much it's worth?"

After hearing this, the girl shook her head gently. She walked to the counter in her clogs and opened the shoebox.

"Customized high heels. They're worth 30,000 at a regular black market, but I can give you 60,000."

"No problem, pay up!"

The girl did not say anything else. She waved her hand lightly, and the cabinet behind the counter opened. Several gold coins flew out and landed in Ivan's hand.

Ivan's eyes widened when he took the gold coins.

That's right!! These were real gold coins!!

If he exchanged these gold coins, they would be worth at least 60,000!!

This felt amazing. Once he exchanged them for money tomorrow, he would be able to have a good meal!!

Most importantly, he had sold the high heels. This ticking time bomb was finally gone.

"Thank you. I'll treat you to a meal next time I have the chance!"

After saying this, Ivan opened the door and disappeared into the night.

As for the girl at the black market, she stood there and waved. "Welcome back next time!"

Half an hour later, Ivan was walking on the dark street.

Most of the streetlights had been turned off by now, but ever since Ivan had obtained spiritual energy, he could see clearly even in the dark.

"Wait, something doesn't seem right."

Ivan had his hands in his pockets. When he was halfway there, he suddenly stopped, and his brows furrowed.

This time, selling the high heels had been too smooth. It made him feel uneasy.

That's right, Charline should have had enough time to buy off all the black markets during this period.

With her abilities, it shouldn't be difficult for her to do so.

But why was there no news at all? Perhaps...

"Why aren't you home yet?"

Just then, a familiar and pleasant voice reached Ivan's ears. He turned his head and saw a girl with long, fair legs walking towards him in wooden clogs.

The girl was holding an oiled-paper umbrella in her hand. Under the red fox mask, it was unknown what kind of face she had.

"Heh, so it won't be that easy after all?"

Ivan turned around, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

If everything had gone smoothly, he would have been a little nervous.

But now it seemed that things were not going so smoothly.

Very good!!

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're trying to do, but I won't go easy on women!!"

As he said this, Ivan began to mobilize the spiritual energy in his body.

However, at this moment, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of Ivan.

A stunning face with an expression as cold as ice.

She was still wearing her youthful and vibrant school uniform.

Charline!!

"F*ck!! Aren't you black markets supposed to be trustworthy!?" Ivan gritted his teeth and could not help but curse loudly.

However, the girl smiled matter-of-factly and said, "Of course, otherwise, how could it be called a black market?"

Ivan: "..."

What the hell!!

She could actually say such a thing about a black market so matter-of-factly. There was really no one like her.

Charline stared at Ivan with a cold gaze. There was even killing intent in her eyes, and black lightning had already formed around her.

"Take off the mask on your face, and I'll let you die a easy death!"