If Yu Ziqing could enter this place in the flesh, he definitely wouldn't consider writing a message himself.

His handwriting was quite unique, and Yu Ziqing reckoned there wouldn't be a cultivator with a slightly stronger power who could reproduce such an essence.

Now, with the manifestation of his Divine Soul, it was best not to have a face-to-face discussion if possible.

Only through text communication, I even found a ghostwriter to write the characters, there's no way any of you knows if I'm human or a spirit offline.

After Yu Ziqing finished leaving his message, he immediately left.

He had only been gone for less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn when he saw a black shadow enter the tall tower.

The person came straight to the third floor, slightly surprised upon seeing the new message on the private message wall.

"Twenty-six drops for one Void Escape Scroll."

"This new Number Seven..."

"Why don't you just rob the Langya Institute?"

Though he said this, he stood there pondering for a moment, eventually heading to the Seventh Floor. He sat at the fifth seat, summoning Yu Ziqing, intending to have a face-to-face conversation with this new Number Seven.

Since this Number Seven left such a message, he must be able to get twenty-six drops of sweet rain, whether he already had it in hand or was confident in obtaining it, it didn't matter.

He sat there summoning for quite a while, yet Number Seven did not respond at all.

Yu Ziqing naturally noticed the Seventh Floor ring was flashing, someone was summoning him, he merely glanced at it and continued doing his own thing.

The time it takes for one incense stick to burn had already passed, it seemed Number Five was quite urgent.

The need for sweet rain was so immediate, there probably was someone who had entered Devilic state, and the situation wasn't good, other methods likely weren't effective either.

Number Five waited for a long time, still receiving no response, and sighed.

He returned to the first floor and left a message for Yu Ziqing.

"Twenty-six drops is too few, it doesn't match the value of a Void Escape Scroll, one hundred drops."

After doing this, he thought for a while and went back up to the Seventh Floor, starting to summon Number One.

Number One also ignored him, so he had to leave a message for Number One.

"One Void Escape Scroll, equivalent valuable treasure, Number Five."

After thinking for a while, he added another sentence.

"Plus extra information."

After leaving the message, Number Five didn't leave immediately, he waited there stubbornly for two hours, finding that still no one entered, he sighed again and turned to leave.

It wasn't until the third day that Yu Ziqing came in to take a look.

His private message wall already had three new messages.

"Twenty-six drops is too few, it doesn't match the value of a Void Escape Scroll, one hundred drops."

"Number Seven, please respond as soon as you see this, I indeed have urgent use."

"One Void Escape Scroll, eighty drops of sweet rain, you may summon me to confirm the transaction anytime."

Yu Ziqing looked at the message, feeling like quite the unscrupulous merchant.

Routinely consulting with Yang, then asking the village chief to write a line, Yu Ziqing came back again to leave a message for Number Five.

"Fixed price, thirty-seven drops."

This time, within just a few breaths, Yu Ziqing felt someone summoning.

Such urgency, it seemed that the method they had for controlling the Devilic entry wasn't working well anymore.

Moreover, agreeing so swiftly to his exorbitant demand, actually acquiring a Void Escape Scroll was indeed an immense power display.

After thinking for a while, Yu Ziqing decided not to overindulge his appetite, the profit would suffice, dragging it on might lead to the other party's eventual inability to use it. Not only would he not get his hands on the much-desired Void Escape Scroll, but he would also make an enemy.

Seeing the summoning continuing, Yu Ziqing quickly entered, but instead of meeting on the Seventh Floor, he left a message for Number Five.

"In seven days, Imperial City of Dali, at noon, Flowers Pavilion fifth floor, table by the west window."

After finishing, Yu Ziqing left immediately.

After sensing it, Number Five rushed down immediately, but saw no one.

He looked at that bold, powerful style of writing, almost emanating strength and vitality, feeling faintly that within just a few days, the person's handwriting seemed a bit more restrained.

This wasn't weaker, rather stronger.

He pondered over the handwriting, this new Number Seven's speed of progression was truly frightening, able to enter, the person was at least a Sixth Tier Body Cultivation with a stable Realm.

Judging from the handwriting changes over a few days, there was a strong possibility that this Number Seven had just advanced to a higher Great Realm and wasn't quite stable yet, this foundation was incredibly formidable.

Perhaps it wasn't from Sixth Tier advancing to Seventh Tier, but from Seventh Tier to Eighth Tier.

Involuntarily, Number Five's confidence boosted, advancing to Seventh Tier Body Cultivation, surely wasn't some unknown without background.

Also, the transaction's location was in Dali's Imperial City, which suited his intentions, so he tacitly agreed to the location.

Yu Ziqing opened his eyes, looking at Yang puzzled.

"Yang, didn't you say the Void Escape Scroll was very precious? Number Five, possibly in Dali, actually agreed, and he really got it."

Yang was silent for a moment.

"He definitely couldn't get it easily unless he already had one himself, or you forgot about Number One."

"Number One?"

"Number One must be from Daqian. If Number Five got the Void Escape Scroll from Number One, then Number One must either be a Dean from Langya Institute or one of those few top eminent court officials or one of the princes eligible for the throne."

"Then next time I'll try finding Number One. One Void Escape Scroll is still not very reliable."

"..."

Yang clicked his tongue.

"You better behave yourself; with one item, Langya Institute might turn a blind eye. Admittedly, indeed someone might bestow it to juniors, and some may trade secretly now and then.

But for someone like you, an outsider not a renowned top powerhouse, if you have two items, and it gets out, Langya Institute will definitely pursue it to the end.

No matter who that Number One is, he wouldn't dare to secretly trade away two items within a few years.

Especially in recent years, the number of Void Escape Scrolls successfully crafted at Langya Institute is very few."

"Can you make it?" Yu Ziqing still held onto a sliver of hope.

"Don't entertain such wishful thinking, even knowing how to make it, one couldn't craft it. Crafting such a scroll requires not just extraordinarily high skills, but you need at least Ninth Tier power basically."

Yu Ziqing sighed, somewhat disappointed.

Running tools, he'd never find having ten on him too many.

He raised his arm, tapping the horseshoe imprint.

Naturally, he wouldn't personally go to make the transaction. This kind of trade, he wouldn't go through Uncle Fu either, the best option would be the Posthouse Official.

His connection with that little guy was deeper than he imagined, and this little guy had a great reputation even in the mind of an old-timer like Yang.

Yu Ziqing quietly waited while building a pavilion in the locust forest to the east, for receiving people from outside in the future.

Two days later, the Posthouse Official appeared outside the locust forest.

Under the locust forest, the thick layer of fallen leaves automatically cleared a path.

Seeing the Posthouse Official's appearance at the pavilion, Yu Ziqing immediately laughed out loud.

"What happened to you?"

The Posthouse Official was carrying the small, jet-black, skinny foal on his back, with its short legs moving in quick steps.

As the Posthouse Official entered the pavilion, he leaped onto the stone table, putting down the foal from his back, which immediately trotted to Yu Ziqing's shoulder, nuzzling against his cheek.

"Little Black doesn't like going into the sleeve, it thinks it's too dark, it dislikes it, and I didn't want to leave it behind going out, so I carried it."

Yu Ziqing laughed uncontrollably, the older you live, the wiser you get, there truly were people carrying horses while running.

Casually, he took out a drop of sweet rain, feeding it to the foal that was enthusiastically seeking affection to mooch a meal.

The foal, with a belly rounded, instantly pretended not to know anyone, returning to lie down beside the Posthouse Official.

Yu Ziqing took out three more drops of sweet rain, handing them to the Posthouse Official.

"I have some things for you to deliver, then fetch some things back. This time counts as two deliveries for you."

Yu Ziqing placed a Jade bottle on the table.

"This is sweet rain for the Almsgiving Ceremony for hungry ghosts."

Saying this, he took out a Jade Scroll.

"This is a complimentary Almsgiving Ritual, including the Almsgiving Spell and Almsgiving Handprint."

"These two phrases, once you reach the destination, you may tell the recipient, and beyond that, say nothing."

"I understand, I haven't even told His Highness, Posthouse iron law, the body may die, the information never divulged." The Posthouse Official pounded his chest in assurance.

Yu Ziqing smiled and tapped on the little Posthouse horse's head.

"If my letting you deliver messages causes you danger, speak of whatever you know, don't worry about disclosing my information.

For me, those pieces of information are nowhere near as valuable as your little life.

Living is necessary for everything else, once you're dead, nothing matters anymore.

In any situation, prioritize your life first."

"Ah? But…" The little Posthouse horse raised its head dully.

"Remember?"

"Oh, I remember."

It seemed the little Posthouse horse thought of something, as it departed with the foal on its back, it turned back to look at Yu Ziqing waving goodbye, taking a deep breath before vanishing from the spot.

On the way, the Posthouse Official turned his head, glancing at the foal.

"Little Black, he is a very, very good person, the best person I've ever met, can you not swindle his sweet rain next time? It's not right."

The foal snorted, pretending not to hear.

"If you swindle his sweet rain again, I won't take you out next time."

The foal was startled, nodding repeatedly.

"Good, I knew Little Black was the most obedient."

The Posthouse Official's figure turned into an afterimage, vanishing on the spot.

At the agreed time, the Dali Capital City, inside the Flowers Pavilion was empty, the entire day today, the whole Flowers Pavilion had been booked out.

Only on the fifth floor by the west window, sat a man of middle age.

He calculated the time, it should already be time.

While pondering who was coming to transact, he saw a shadow on the table turn from void to solid, a Posthouse Official standing there.

The Posthouse Official appeared, immediately placing a Jade bottle and a Jade Scroll on the table.

"This is sweet rain for the Almsgiving Ceremony of hungry ghosts, in the Jade Scroll is a complimentary Almsgiving Ritual, Almsgiving Spell, and Almsgiving Handprint."

Suppressing his shock, the middle-aged man could not imagine that the one sent for the transaction would be a Posthouse Official.

The words and questions he wanted to ask, he swallowed back down entirely, quickly putting a Jade box on the table.

The Posthouse Official tucked the Jade box into his sleeve, without saying a single word of idle talk, and vanished in an instant.