"Second Elder, what is it?" Ye Fan looked at the Second Elder standing at the bedroom door, feeling a pang of discomfort.
He was afraid the other would say, 'I'm bored at home, let's go out and have some fun'...
"Could you buy some watermelons later?" The Second Elder said a bit sheepishly, "I want to eat watermelon."
"Alright," Ye Fan replied and went out.
As long as you don't go out causing trouble, everything is fine!
Let alone watermelons, if you wanted to eat Tu and Cha, I'd fetch them for you!
At a fruit stall not far from Ye Fan's courtyard.
The owner of this stall was an old man in his seventies, who looked honest and simple.
Zhang San was very satisfied at the moment.
Whether it was suppressing his cultivation or disguising his appearance, he had done a great job.
The patrols had passed by several times today, yet they hadn't seen any flaws.
Of course.
As he honestly set up his stall, the patrols wouldn't stare at him for no reason.
After haggling with a woman for a long time, Zhang San sold a few more pounds of bananas.
Zhang San was an extremely strict and conscientious person.
Although he disguised himself and set up a stall merely to monitor Ye Fan, since he was doing it, he had to do it to the best of his ability!
It could be said that he had completely immersed himself in the role of the fruit stall owner.
Even after the woman left with the bananas, he still felt indignant.
My bananas are so big and fresh, and you still complain about the price!
You truly don't know quality!
It was already evening, and the customers were gradually increasing.
As Zhang San conducted his business, he pondered.
Through his observations over the past few days, he had discovered a pattern.
The target this time preferred to go out and buy groceries himself, and he would always buy some fruit to eat on his way back.
So, he had specifically stocked up on a batch of superior fruits today and came here to set up his stall.
He believed that the target would be unable to resist buying some after seeing his high-quality fruits.
However, this job was rather boring.
In fact, he had a slight objection to his young master's plan.
The Imperial City indeed had rules against casually killing people, but this usually referred to the powerful and influential.
The common people were not included in this category.
It wasn't that the royal family didn't care, but it was rather impractical.
For instance, if his target were a commoner this time, as long as he was meticulous, there would be no way to investigate.
Even ordinary mortals who committed crimes might not be solved, let alone him, a cultivator!
He could even resolve an ordinary person in front of a crowd of mortals with ease, and the other mortals wouldn't notice anything.
He didn't understand why his young master insisted on waiting until the target left the city to act.
Why not just eliminate him directly?
Why make it so troublesome?
As he thought about this, Zhang San suddenly had an inspiration.
A bold idea surfaced in his mind!
That's right!
The target this time was just a mortal without cultivation. The highest cultivation level of the cultivators around him was only Golden Core.
He could completely resolve the matter without anyone noticing!
As for their sects?
An outsider, with no connections or relationships, could they stir up any trouble in this Imperial City?
As long as he was meticulous, they would never find any clues no matter how hard they tried!
He, a dignified cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage, dealing with a few Golden Core cultivators, it would be difficult not to be meticulous!
The more he thought, the more excited Zhang San became!
The more he thought, the more feasible Zhang San found it!
In fact, his idea could also be applied to those ordinary powerful figures, but those powerful figures were always surrounded by retinues whenever they went out, making it very difficult to implement.
Now that the target's combat strength was weak and he lived alone, it was a heaven-sent opportunity?!
Zhang San himself was a person who pursued excitement.
What could be more exciting than killing someone in the Imperial City?
In fact, there were also objective reasons for his idea.
Recently, the Zhu household had cultivated a new batch of cultivators, all of whom had better talent than him.
This made Zhang San feel a sense of crisis about his job.
If this continued, his position would be in jeopardy!
After finishing tonight, if he brought back the target's head, his young master would definitely be very happy!
Then, his young master would think that Zhang San was a reliable person and must be promoted and given a raise!
Decided!
It's settled!
He would sneak in tonight!
"Oh? When did this fruit stall appear here?" Just as the killer was getting excited, a voice came from in front of him.
The killer looked up and saw that it was his target!
"Young master, pick whatever you like," Zhang San immediately got into character, revealing a simple and honest smile. "My fruits are all homegrown, guaranteed to be delicious and not a rip-off."
Ye Fan nodded upon hearing this.
The fruits of this old man did look very good, making one really want to eat them at first glance.
"Old man, how much is this watermelon per jin?" Ye Fan pointed to the watermelon on the stall and asked with a smile.
"Five wen per jin," Zhang San replied honestly.
"Five wen?" Ye Fan frowned. "The fruit stall next door is only three wen, your price is a bit high?"
Ye Fan was not short of money.
But what he enjoyed was the feeling of ordinary people haggling.
This was what ordinary life should be like.
"Young master, you jest." Zhang San picked up a large watermelon and gestured. "Look at this melon, I'm not bragging, you won't find a better one on this street!"
Zhang San's tone and expression perfectly embodied the role of the old man selling melons.
"The melon is indeed good, but it's still too expensive." Ye Fan frowned. "Make it a bit cheaper."
"Alright..." Zhang San gritted his teeth. "I'm almost closing up, so I'll give it to you at four wen."
"Three wen," Ye Fan held out three fingers.
Zhang San suddenly felt like cursing...
Never mind...
Anyway, my goal is to kill you, I'll endure it.
"Young master, you are truly skilled at bargaining." Zhang San pretended to sigh helplessly. "Three wen it is, I'll take a small loss. So, how many do you plan to get, young master?"
Ye Fan pointed to the two largest ones. "Weigh these two for me."
Zhang San got up to get the melons.
"Wait a moment," Ye Fan called out. "Are these melons ripe?"
"Young master, you jest." Zhang San picked up a watermelon and patted it. "As an old man doing business, I value my conscience. Would I sell you unripe melons?"
"Fine, you said it yourself," Ye Fan muttered. "If the melon isn't ripe later, I'll come looking for you. My home isn't far from here anyway."
"Young master, please eat with confidence," Zhang San weighed the melons and handed them to Ye Fan. "If they don't taste good later, you can smash my stall."
Ye Fan paid and put the watermelons into his ring.
He greatly enjoyed this kind of ordinary people's daily life, which made him feel more real.
As for what he said earlier about the melons being ripe or coming back to find him, it was just casual talk.
He just wanted the process.
The outcome didn't matter.
Watching Ye Fan's departing back, the killer's eyes changed!
Eat up, eat up!
These are the last two watermelons you'll eat in this world. Cherish them well!