Chapter 1226: Chapter 630: Competing for Clothes (Part 4)
Those who can perform magic are considered immortals, a deeply entrenched impression among mortals. Even if these women are envious, they dare not envy the immortals.
"Give me two boxes each," she just took out the silver taels when the young female shopkeeper suddenly leaned in and sniffed lightly, saying, "Oh, you smell so nice, I’ve never smelled this before, what fragrance are you using? Can I have a look?"
"Can I have a look?" These words originally carried a provocative meaning, yet when she said them, they seemed quite sincere.
Ning Xiaoxian smiled slightly: "This is not a fragrance, but a fragrance dew." The young female shopkeeper in front of her had an adorable smile, which made her not dislike her. She took out a bottle of Ningxiang Dew from her storage bag, and as soon as she opened the stopper, the elegant, pure, and clear fragrance wafted out, filling the entire Jijin Pavilion. It seemed to drive away the winter’s chill, and what everyone felt was the infinite vitality of spring.
Merely a bottle of fragrance dew could achieve such a miraculous effect; it seemingly wasn’t an item from the mortal world anymore.
Every female customer glanced over. The female shopkeeper was amazed and said, "In this world, there is actually such a wonderful scent!"
Ning Xiaoxian was immediately embarrassed. The girl casually mentioned the formula’s main ingredient, and Ningxiang Dew was indeed extracted from the Miao Xiang Flower, with many other materials she personally concocted added. She slept for three years during which the Pill Master of Hidden Stream modified the formula countless times, resulting in a major change in scent. What she brought out this time was never sold externally by Hidden Stream.
The female shopkeeper seemed deeply enamored with the fragrance, savoring it with closed eyes for quite a while. Eventually, she shyly asked, "Could I possibly...buy this bottle?"
The greatest effect of Ningxiang Dew is not its pleasant fragrance, but its ability to accelerate the circulation of spiritual power or demonic power in cultivators, making it invaluable in the mortal world. Ning Xiaoxian saw she was a mortal, but her eyes were filled with longing, so she smiled slightly and said, "I’ll gift it to you." She pushed the bottle over to her.
The girl’s face turned red. "This...this is so embarrassing." Yet her small hands clutched the bottle tightly, unwilling to let go.
Women, always saying one thing and meaning another.
Ning Xiaoxian didn’t mind, she instructed, "Use only one drop a day, dissolved in water before applying or placing in the fragrance bag. Remember, less is more."
The female shopkeeper, a fellow fragrance enthusiast, understood this principle well and immediately nodded upon hearing this.
After buying the fragrance, Ning Xiaoxian pulled Changtian to the neighboring Jijin Pavilion garment shop to look for clothes. This city was simply too small, compared to her vivid memories of the dazzling array of goods she saw in Central Capital. Now that her standards had risen, the styles and colors of clothes in this shop couldn’t pique her interest.
She searched for a while but couldn’t find a satisfactory style, causing her to show some displeasure. Changtian observed this but had no means to help. Despite being the Shaking Heaven God with cultivation power that could effortlessly crush countless enemies, fashion was not his forte, and Songjiang City was not his domain. He couldn’t conjure a beautiful garment here. Moreover, with New Year’s Eve approaching tonight, most shops had already sold their best garments to other women, leaving behind those that couldn’t catch her eye.
He finally experienced the frustration of a hero thwarted by trivial matters, and he gently stroked her forehead to comfort her, silently resolving to learn from this lesson and send someone to fill her wardrobe when they returned. Otherwise, if the noble Shaking Heaven God’s wife didn’t even have decent clothes, it would be laughable if word got out.
The female shopkeeper, chatting idly with customers, glanced over and noticed her unhappy expression, paused, then approached with a smile and said, "You didn’t find anything you liked?"
Seeing Ning Xiaoxian nod, she continued, "These past few days, women’s clothing has sold very well, and attractive styles are indeed scarce. However, I do have one item that a customer ordered half a month ago, with yesterday set as the final pick-up date. It’s now still here and essentially ownerless. How about I sell it to you?"
"Oh, is that so?" she said. "Let me take a look."
The female shopkeeper turned and went into the storeroom, returning with a purple blouse which she unfolded onto the counter.
The garment was indeed unlike any typical women’s fashion, with a knee-length tunic, tight pants, fold-over collar, lapels, narrow sleeves, and a belt with hooks—reminiscent of the ancient Hu clothing she had seen in Huaxia. Such clothing allowed freedom of movement, but its cinched waist highlighted the wearer’s figure, demanding high physical requirements, flattering the body or revealing its flaws.
Ning Xiaoxian took one glance and felt the garment suited her tastes. She touched it gently; the fabric was fine brocade satin, feeling comfortable and close to the skin, sparking a fondness for it.
Changtian discretely sighed in relief, tossed a gold ingot onto the counter and said to Ning Xiaoxian, "Go try it on." Mortals celebrate in such complicated ways? Such a peculiar species, always at odds with themselves.
She held the garment, preparing to go inside to try it on, when the thick curtain at the entrance of Jijin Pavilion lifted suddenly, and a young woman in white rushed in, urgently calling at the counter, "Shopkeeper, where’s my ordered garment? I got delayed by snow!"
The female shopkeeper immediately froze. Technically, the transaction deadline had passed, so the garment was ownerless. Yet, every businessperson seeks goodwill. But transactions are permanent, and she’d gotten Changtian’s gold, meaning the garment now belonged to him.
The young woman, upon seeing Changtian first, showed a look of infatuation. Her gaze quickly shifted to Ning Xiaoxian holding the garment, and she softly exclaimed, "That’s my garment!"
The female shopkeeper had to muster courage to respond, "Well, you were a day late for pick-up, and the garment’s sold to this gentleman now."
The young woman was taken aback but, knowing the stunning man had bought it for the woman beside him, felt a surge of jealousy and immediately said unhappily, "I paid the deposit for this garment early on and ordered it; you’re betraying my trust by giving my item to someone else." She refrained from confronting Ning Xiaoxian directly, instead pressing the shopkeeper.
Changtian’s face had already darkened as he rolled the garment and said to Ning Xiaoxian, "Let’s go." His patience exhausted, he pulled her hand to lead her out.
The young woman hurriedly blocked their way, saying, "Hey, wait a moment!"
In this world, a mere mortal dared to block his path!
Before the woman could utter a word, she saw the handsome man’s eyes flash with a fierce look, and a terrifying aura surged towards her. She was instantly shocked, trembling on the ground, teeth chattering, unable to say a single word. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you’re welcome to visit Qidian.com to vote your recommendation and monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)
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