Chapter 23: The Colossal Root of Red Logan!

How should I put it? This was much easier than Xiao Yang had anticipated. He hadn't even started offering discounts, nor had he even showcased the "God Game Premium Certified" status of the Lava Battleaxe.

Very quickly, a sturdy Orc player decided to make a move.

"Good axe! Baru wants it!"

"Ah!"

Such a blunt declaration left Xiao Yang stunned. He had been halfway through a well-rehearsed, spirited sales pitch, having even climbed onto a small keg to put on a proper performance.

*Wait, you haven't even looked at the detailed stats of this Flame Battleaxe yet, and you already want it?*

Not only that, but while Xiao Yang was still dazed, a trade request popped up.

[Player Baru has initiated a trade with you!]

"Huh?"

Xiao Yang blinked in confusion, but the Orc, Baru, was an impatient soul. Seeing Xiao Yang’s hesitation, he assumed the human was backing out and immediately put on a fierce expression.

"Are you trying to mess with Baru?!"

Xiao Yang certainly wasn't about to mess with an Orc. He immediately accepted the trade. With seven hundred thousand Spirit Coins successfully transferred, he decisively handed over the Flame Battleaxe, and the transaction was complete.

Baru looked at the stats of the axe, seemed very satisfied, swung it a few times, and happily declared, "Good axe! Good axe!"

With such a strong start, everything that followed went smoothly. Xiao Yang sold off a vast array of equipment for Redbeard, one after another: Storm Hammers, refined steel shields, Rage Belts, and Flame Storm Grenades.

He sold items almost as quickly as he could pull them out. This situation proved two things: first, Redbeard was truly terrible at selling things; and second, he had clearly never promoted his goods before.

The items were indeed high-quality, and the pricing was generally reasonable. Even with Xiao Yang doubling the price and then applying a thirty-percent discount, the items flew off the shelves. The process became so smooth that Xiao Yang started to feel numb; he had the sudden realization that even if he were selling milk here, he would have no trouble moving the stock.

In just a few hours, all the goods were wiped out. Xiao Yang even managed to sell his Zombie Meat Boots, a heavy-strike skill scroll, and some high-quality skull club bones. He even sold a stack of books he had scavenged from the Skeleton Dungeon to a wizard apprentice who had a keen interest in literature from other worlds.

The only things left were the zombie innards—truly, nobody wanted those.

As the frenzy died down, Xiao Yang and Redbeard locked eyes. At that exact moment, a flicker of bewilderment appeared in both their eyes.

One was asking himself, *Why did they sell so well?*
The other was also asking himself, *Why did they sell so well?*

The harvest was massive. Xiao Yang suddenly had nearly seven million Spirit Coins in his hands. If he chose to leave the All-Heaven Trading Zone right then, he could leave Redbeard at a huge loss and instantly become wealthy himself.

After all, Redbeard had initially just asked Xiao Yang to give it a try, never expecting such a heated response. Once the rush began, Redbeard hadn't been prepared, and in the chaos, the money had simply poured into Xiao Yang’s pockets.

In this situation, the two stared at each other. Would Xiao Yang choose to run?

Decisively, almost without hesitation, Xiao Yang handed over all of the massive sum to Redbeard, keeping only the portion that represented the base price of the goods he had sold.

This decisiveness stunned Redbeard, who then burst into loud laughter. He slapped Xiao Yang on the back with a hand as wide as a palm-leaf fan and roared, "You’re an interesting one, kid!"

Following this, Xiao Yang received a generous reward. Perhaps wanting to match Xiao Yang’s integrity, Redbeard insisted on giving him all the profit beyond the original asking price of the equipment.

It was a small fortune—nearly two million Spirit Coins. If Xiao Yang had accepted it all, his growth would have accelerated significantly, and his base attributes might even have tripled.

However, Xiao Yang ultimately declined and returned the money. It wasn't just because Redbeard had helped him; more importantly, a bond had formed between them. Was the friendship of a future master craftsman not worth more than two million Spirit Coins?

Xiao Yang felt he should look at the bigger picture, but as it turned out, this gesture didn't need to wait for the future to pay off—it gave him a pleasant surprise right then and there.

In the end, Xiao Yang took twenty-four thousand Spirit Coins—one thousand for each piece of equipment he had sold.

Redbeard disagreed, insisting on giving Xiao Yang all the surplus Spirit Coins from the Lava Battleaxe sale, and asked to hire him to help sell his equipment in the future, promising ten thousand Spirit Coins for every piece sold.

And that wasn't all. Redbeard pulled out a small keg.

"From now on, don't call me 'Big Shot.' We're friends. You’ve really done me a huge favor!"

As he spoke, Redbeard went to read the name above Xiao Yang's head.

"Screaming Emperor!"

The moment those words left his mouth, Xiao Yang felt a jolt run through him. *Alright, alright.* The name seemed fine when he read it himself, but hearing it spoken aloud was absolutely, excruciatingly embarrassing.

"Just call me Xiao Yang!"

Redbeard was a bit confused by Xiao Yang’s sudden, electric-like reaction to the keyword. To him, the name "Screaming Emperor" wasn't bad at all; after all, anyone who dared to add "Emperor" to their name was a person of ambition.

But he didn't dwell on it, smacking his lips instead.

"Fine, Brother Xiao Yang. According to the customs of our Dwarven race, once you’re friends, you have to drink good wine. I won't stand on ceremony with you—come here, come here! This is the real deal!"

Redbeard pulled Xiao Yang over, holding the small keg.

"This isn't just ordinary booze. But I'm happy today, so I'll let you see what real luxury is!"

"I call it 'Red Logan’s Giant Root!'"

At that moment, the feedback from the detection spell Xiao Yang had curiously cast appeared. Xiao Yang’s jaw slowly dropped. His brother Redbeard had truly brought out something special—though it was something rather difficult to describe.

[Red Logan’s Giant Root!
Quality: Epic
Type: Fine Wine, Consumable Potion
Effect: Provides short-term fire immunity, significantly increases fire-attribute damage, significantly increases strength. Drinking it has a chance to grant additional traits.
Description: An exquisite barrel of wine brewed from the blood of a Red Dragon named Logan. Of course, it’s not just the blood—certain "other" parts also played a massive role in the brewing process.]

The God Game dared not be too specific, but standing right next to the keg with the lid cracked open, Xiao Yang saw it clearly.

This was no ordinary wine! This was wine steeped with the giant root of a Red Dragon!