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The Teleportation Circle, a phenomenon only spoken of in rumors, had never been constructed by anyone before Sang Qingxiao, capable of transporting even a large cow. Being able to fully transport flowers, herbs, and fruits was already quite impressive.
The Teleportation Circle lit up time and again, countless supplies appearing within the array, only to be sorted and categorized by the Mountain Spirits into wooden crates. After witnessing it so many times, one could become somewhat numb to it.
"Where do these supplies come from?" Misha asked.
"They are obtained through trade with the demon clans."
"You are a Demon Catcher, yet you still engage in trade with them?"
"Why not? Trading is trading, regardless of who it's with. They exchange the supplies I need for what they require in return. It's mutually beneficial and helps reduce their activities among humans, effectively minimizing daily conflicts between our races."
"Over the years, I've encountered many demons. Their misdeeds don't necessarily stem from inherent evil; many circumstances have led to irreparable consequences. If we could know their troubles in advance through the Teleportation Circle, perhaps we could prevent some tragedies."
"Every demon I trade with has been carefully selected. I've visited their Ju Yi lands and conducted discreet investigations. It's not entirely fair to label them all as demons; at least some of them share a nature similar to yours."
The Mountain Spirits brought over some paper, and Sang Qingxiao began to flip through it.
"This is a letter sent by a Tiger Clan from the north along with their supplies. The Tiger King isn't very literate; the letter is filled with drawings and mentions wanting to trade a few cows for cooked food, silver coins, and common medicinal herbs. There are also several small paw prints on it."
Sang Qingxiao pointed out the small paw prints to Misha. "These belong to the little princess of the Tiger Clan. I accepted her request; calculating the days, her birthday is approaching soon, and I need to prepare a gift for her."
"This one is from the Monkey Clan; they wish to trade various mountain goods for suitable clothing and alchemical pills for cultivation. Monkeys are inherently intelligent, and this particular clan has a high bloodline—many can transform into human forms."
"This letter comes from the Fish Clan; they not only sent me plenty of fish but also warned me about potential floods in the south this year."
Sang Qingxiao gestured for Misha to follow her as they searched among the wooden crates for items to exchange with the demon clans. Sang Qingxiao also taught Misha how to use the Teleportation Circle to send items out.
"My trades with the demon clans are calculated at market value, plus a little extra as a friendly gesture. Everything else is fine; just regarding these medicinal herbs—if you're unsure about anything while I'm away, you can consult Old Vine. Old Vine is a healer for both demons and humans; all exchanged medicines are concocted by him and are highly effective."
After a busy morning, they were delayed by a quarter of an hour for the morning market. Sang Qingxiao then instructed Misha on how to sell their goods.
Teaching so much wasn't about offloading all responsibilities onto him; there would always be times when she couldn't manage everything or would be unavailable, making it convenient for Misha to take over.
After just one or two days of teaching, Sang Qingxiao felt that a significant portion of her burden had been lifted. Misha was always eager to help and had an exceptional eye for detail.
She and Little Raccoon sat together, snacking and enjoying their time. Whenever they felt thirsty, Misha would always bring over two cups of cold drinks at just the right moment without them having to say a word. This made Sang Qingxiao feel a bit guilty, thinking to herself that such help deserved a monthly payment!
That evening, Qi Xiaomian returned to The Food Haven. Sang Qingxiao welcomed Qi Xiaomian to join her for a hot pot meal. On the table were two pots, one large and one small, offering two different flavors. The small pot contained mild ingredients, and Little Raccoon, who had become quite adept at using chopsticks, happily tended to the small pot.
Qi Xiaomian observed it closely; it had only been a few days since they last met, yet this little creature had changed quite a bit. It was now bold enough to look him in the eye and had even smiled and chatted with him just moments ago.
Indeed, Sang Qingxiao agreed, recalling how she had played peek-a-boo with it using a cloth. Just a moment after she turned away, she saw it imitating her with her cloth, playing peek-a-boo with Misha. When Misha didn’t laugh at its antics, it didn’t feel embarrassed at all and spent the entire afternoon enjoying itself.
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