Not saying much more, he casually stuffed two taels of silver into Andy Warren's hand: “Andy Warren big brother, thank you for taking care of me. I appreciate it. Although I suffered a loss, Mr. Brooks didn’t make much profit either.”

“I can’t accept this money…” Andy Warren said so, but his eyes were fixed on the silver, unable to look away.

Two taels of silver—how many years would it take to earn that much?

After several rounds of polite refusal, under Brian White’s insistence, Andy Warren reluctantly accepted the silver.

Once he had the silver, Andy Warren became even more enthusiastic.

Mr. Brooks was in a great mood, watching Brian White and Andy Warren leave the shop before turning around.

At that moment, the shop assistant suddenly shouted, “Boss—”

“What is it? Why are you so flustered? How many times have I told you, don’t—”

Mr. Brooks didn’t finish his sentence; the rest got stuck in his throat, his face turning red as he roared, “That… that bastard!”

Mr. Brooks was furious, almost to the point of having a heart attack. In the bag the assistant was holding, there weren’t wolf bones at all—they had all turned to powder. Thinking back to Brian White’s actions earlier, patting and squeezing the bag…

At first, Mr. Brooks hadn’t thought much of it, but now, thinking it over carefully, it was clear that the kid had suffered a loss and, without saying anything, secretly took revenge.

Mr. Brooks felt a deep pain in his heart. If the wolf bones had been intact, they could have been used to make weapons and armor, easily earning dozens more taels.

Now, even if this powder was sold to a pharmacy, it would probably only fetch two or three taels.

“Boss, let’s go settle the score with that kid!”

“Settle the score? We accepted the goods without checking them on the spot. Now you want to go after him? Do you think he’ll admit to anything?”

Mr. Brooks knew this loss was for nothing, and he couldn’t even get angry.

With skills like that, even if he brought a few assistants, it would be pointless.

Just thinking about it—being able to casually crush rock-hard wolf bones into powder—wasn’t something an ordinary person could do.

Although the loss of the wolf bones pained Mr. Brooks, what he regretted even more was failing to see Brian White’s true abilities, mistaking him for a simple country bumpkin.

Now, not only had he suffered a loss, but he’d also made an enemy. Even if they met again, there would be no benefit. Mr. Brooks was filled with regret.

Brian White was just that kind of person—if you make him suffer, he’ll make sure you pay for it.

The street was still crowded with people, and the stalls on both sides were hawking their wares, trying to pull in customers.

In front of a bookstall, an old man in a blue robe suddenly stopped the two of them. With white hair and brows, a ruddy face, and a glint of wisdom in his eyes, he called out:

“You two, please wait!”

“What for? I can’t read.” Andy Warren seemed used to this kind of situation and didn’t care about the old man’s tugging.

“Then how about this young man…”

Brian White didn’t need the old man’s introduction; he had already walked up to the bookstall.

The old man, seeing Brian White’s expression, chuckled to himself and said, “Young man, what kind of book are you looking for? If it exists in this world, there’s nothing I can’t produce.”

Brian White shot the old man a look—what a boast! There were only a few books on this stall, maybe a hundred at most, yet he dared to make such a claim.

“What books do you have? They all look like ordinary collections of anecdotes and classics.”

“Young man, I can tell at a glance that you’re a martial arts prodigy not seen in a hundred years. I happen to have a set of boxing techniques here, a martial arts manual passed down for three generations, only three taels of silver.”

Brian White took the so-called manual, glanced at it, and immediately lost interest. This kind of low-level martial arts was all for show, with no practical use at all.

“Nothing else?”

The old man started pulling out books from the pile one after another, handing them to Brian White. Each book came with a story of its own, each with an extraordinary origin.

Andy Warren listened, dumbfounded, while Brian White looked disappointed—none of them were what he wanted.

“This one is an alchemy manual from a sacred martial arts site. Someone once offered a fortune for it, but I wasn’t tempted. I was waiting for someone destined to have it. Now, seeing your sincerity, I’ll let it go for a mere three taels—no, just one tael of silver, to form a good bond with you.”

“Dan Record” Brian White’s heart stirred slightly. He held the book in his hand and looked at the old man again. “One tael?”

“If you truly want it, I’ll bleed for it—eighty copper coins, not a coin less!” The old man acted as if he was making a painful decision, as if cutting flesh from his own heart.

“This is one tael of silver, plus those two books.”

“This, this…” The old man hesitated, thinking maybe he could squeeze out a bit more.

“Are you selling or not? One tael is plenty. If not, we’ll go elsewhere.” Brian White said impatiently. He’d seen plenty of merchants haggle and knew the old man was just trying to raise the price.

In the end, after some hesitation, Brian White took two books: one was “Dan Record,” the other was “Martial Arts Anecdotes.”

Brian White and Andy Warren each sold some miscellaneous items and daily necessities, then left Qingshui Town, their interest already waning.

After leaving Qingshui Town, they saw in the distance a group of horsemen surrounding a caravan.