Beast Taming: My Intelligence System

When Ye Bai entered the pawnshop, everyone inside looked at him simultaneously.

The expressions on their faces were quite peculiar, like a group of puppets.

"Dead pawn, or living pawn."

"Dead pawn, or living pawn."

"Dead pawn, or living pawn."

These words echoed in Ye Bai's mind like ripples, seemingly infused with a kind of magic, a brainwashing melody.

At this moment, the Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart was activated, and Ye Bai's mind felt a sudden coolness.

Ye Bai showed an exceedingly annoyed expression; he'd been played.

"Shopkeeper, a customer is a guest, do you intend to force a sale?"

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding." A shopkeeper who looked as round as Maitreya Buddha rushed out from the inner hall.

"I am Huang Deyi, also known as Fatty Huang, the shopkeeper of the heavenly pawnshop. How may I assist you?"

This fellow waved his hand at the puppets in the shop, and they instantly vanished into smoke, somewhat similar to the Paper Puppets.

It seems this guy should be a Puppet Master.

However, this scene seemed familiar, like a real estate opening that hires stand-ins at three hundred bucks a day.

"Haha, business is a bit slow, so I placed some puppets to attract customer attention."

"Creating an illusion of prosperity."

"But our pawnshops don't open once in three years, and when they do, they last for three years, which is normal."

Huang Deyi wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"This is just a little hobby of mine."

"Haha, I don't know if there's anything I can help you with, honored guest?"

"We have living pawns and dead pawns here."

"Of course, there's a slight difference in price."

"After all, we do need to make a profit!"

"Here, you can pawn luck, appearance, lifespan, etc., whatever you desire, I can find it for you."

Huang Deyi rubbed his chubby hands, sounding a bit enigmatic; perhaps behind him is a Demon God?

Only a Demon God has such abilities.

"Oh, speaking of which, do you sell dead pawn items?"

Ye Bai asked intentionally; he needed those particular details.

"Sell, of course, we sell."

"According to our pawnshop rules, dead pawn items belong to us."

"Sir, is there anything you need?"

"If you haven't brought money, that's alright; you can also use Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures for exchange."

"I can pawn any part of your body, like luck or talent."

"Of course, there's a hefty service fee."

"I, Huang Deyi, value honesty above all."

Huang Deyi suddenly opened a fan with the words "Integrity" emblazoned on it.

Ye Bai's corner of the mouth twitched; this guy seemed just like an old madam from an ancient brothel.

"Take me to see first."

"If your things are good, money won't be a problem."

Huang Deyi chuckled coldly.

"Our heavenly pawnshop doesn't accept everything; worldly money is the lowest value."

"If you want to use money to buy dead pawn items, you'll probably have to empty your family fortunes."

With a crisp sound, Huang Deyi closed his fan, indicating a gesture meant for seeing off a guest.

"What about if I add this?"

Ye Bai suddenly produced a drop of Celestial Dew.

Huang Deyi sensed an exceptionally rich aroma; just by smelling it, his whole body cells were cheering with joy.

This was a big deal.

Huang Deyi was extraordinarily excited.

"I wonder if this thing interests you."

Ye Bai waved it in front of Huang Deyi.

Huang Deyi's eyes fixed on Ye Bai's palm; his beady eyes stared intently at the drop of Celestial Dew radiating lustrous brilliance.

His throat twitched, and an excited voice leaped from his mouth.

"This can't be wrong; it's Celestial Dew."

"One drop of Celestial Dew can exchange for one dead pawn item from the heavenly pawnshop."

Huang Deyi gritted his teeth and provided a quote; Celestial Dew was utterly crucial to him, something he had longed for day and night.

"Not enough!"

Ye Bai shook his head.

"Your price is too low in my view."

"Consider that Celestial Dew in ancient times was used for worshipping the heavens and granted as a life-extending gift with heaven and earth's pity."

"Fatty Huang, do you think your offer can move me?"

Ye Bai said bluntly.

Huang Deyi hated being threatened.

But this person offered something beneficial to him, Celestial Dew.

Even one drop is a priceless treasure to him.

"Go ahead, name your price; as long as it's within my power, I'll agree."

Huang Deyi had been searching for Celestial Dew for so long, he had grown hopeless; he needed it to save his beloved.

And then he unexpectedly found traces of Celestial Dew today, which thrilled Huang Deyi.

"Here, I'll tell you what I want, and you determine the value."

"I'll give you three chances; if all three don't meet my expected figure, we'll simply part ways and discuss nothing."

Ye Bai said with absolute authority.

"Alright."

When under the eaves, one must bow their head.

Now he needed Ye Bai's help and had to maintain a humble attitude.

Huang Deyi nodded, his attitude less arrogant than before.

"I need to know what happened at the Western Research Institute, what's involved."

"I want the dead pawn data from the Western Research Institute here."

"Also, I want to visit the Dead Pawn Zone to see if there are any good items."

"For now, those are my three conditions."

"You've agreed, so we can continue our discussion."

Huang Deyi immediately understood Ye Bai's implication.

The Celestial Dew in Ye Bai's hands was more than just a single drop. If Huang Deyi agreed to Ye Bai's request, the transaction could proceed.

If he didn't agree to Ye Bai's request, then he should return from where he came.

"Alright, I agree to your request." Huang Deyi nodded in agreement.

Without needing three chances, he directly agreed to Ye Bai's demand.

Though the information and treasures from the Western Research Institute were valuable, the Celestial Dew was what Huang Deyi coveted the most.

As long as his beloved could be brought back to life, no matter the cost, even if it meant emptying the entire fortune of the Heavenly Number Pawnshop, Huang Deyi thought it was worth it.

Ye Bai couldn't help but regard Huang Deyi more highly because of this.

"Please follow me; this isn't the place to talk."

Huang Deyi clapped his hands, and immediately many humanoid puppets appeared.

The Heavenly Number Pawnshop, like Anbao Hall, was a large Secret Realm inside.

It was very complex, like a maze.

However, this was nothing to someone like Ye Bai who possessed the Memory Maze.

Huang Deyi stopped in a tea room.

"Honored guest, please wait a moment; I'll have someone bring the items over."

Thin wisps of smoke rose from the teacup; this was exquisite pre-Qingming tea.

Ye Bai took a gentle sip. It was slightly astringent at first, but it quickly turned sweet, leaving a lingering aftertaste.

"Good tea."

Ye Bai complimented without reservation.

At this time, a puppet dressed in a maid's outfit appeared.

On the tray in her hands lay a USB drive and a space backpack.

"Here, all the intelligence about the Western Research Institute is here."

"And in the space backpack are the highly confidential documents missing from the Western Research Institute."

"These documents are of little use to me, so I didn't care much about them."

"I got them at a bargain price."

At this moment, another puppet appeared, but it carried a tablet computer.

Ye Bai inserted the USB drive into the tablet, and the contents that appeared were shocking.

The problem with the Western Research Institute had become so severe.

Initially wanting to visit the Western Research Institute, Ye Bai now had no such thoughts.

Just the contents of this USB drive were enough to have most of the people at the Western Research Institute invited for "tea."

He then skimmed through these highly confidential documents, his eyes emitting a cold light.

While an outsider might not understand these documents, how could Ye Bai not?

The data in these documents were completely fabricated.

Ye Bai flipped through several files; the foundation of the Western Research Institute was already rotten. It was necessary to take drastic measures this time.

"I wonder, honored guest, if you are satisfied with this content?"

"I can guarantee that none of the information on this USB drive is false."

Ye Bai nodded: "Alright, then let's discuss how many dead pawn items can be exchanged for one drop of Celestial Dew."

Fatty Huang showed a troubled expression: "Honored guest, that's hard to say."

"The value of each dead pawn item is different."

"Only when you visit the warehouse, I'll tell you the prices accordingly."

Fatty Huang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. At this time, a jade bottle was placed on the table.

"I have ten drops of Celestial Dew here; I wonder what decision you'll make."

Ten drops of Celestial Dew?

This was fantastic; his wife could be saved.

One drop of Celestial Dew would only prevent his wife's illness from worsening, but ten drops should be enough to help her awaken soon.

"Alright, let's go now."

"Honored guest, please follow me closely."

"I'm just the manager of the Heavenly Number Pawnshop, not the owner."

"So even when I enter the pawn zone, I must be very careful to avoid having my Soul devoured by the Soul-devouring Demon."

Soul-devouring Demon.

That fully confirmed it; behind this pawnshop was a Demon God.

And only a mid-level or even highly powerful Divine Power Demon God could have the ability to control a Soul-devouring Demon to work for them.

The Soul-devouring Demon was known to be a tyrannical being.

Fatty Huang took out an exquisitely crafted Token and waved it vigorously at the air.

A gray ripple appeared immediately.

"Honored guest, follow me."

"This is the Token to enter the dead pawn zone; you must keep it safe."

"The Soul-devouring Demon is notorious for recognizing the Token, not the person."

"Otherwise, your Soul would be completely devoured by the Soul-devouring Demon, leaving not even a trace."

Ye Bai smiled: "You're not going to lead me to the Soul-devouring Demon, are you?"

Fatty Huang shook his head: "I'm just the manager of the Heavenly Number Pawnshop, not the real owner."

"I can't break the rules set by the owner."

"Leading you to the Soul-devouring Demon would violate the shop's rules."

"Once the rules are broken, even if I am the manager, I would meet a tragic end."

"My Soul would be placed under the Hellfire to burn."

"Unable to live or die."

"Do you understand what I mean?"

"That's why I say, I can't make decisions; only the true owner of the Heavenly Number Pawnshop can."

Fatty Huang pointed upwards as he spoke.

"Alright, then let's go."

"Fatty Huang, I'm curious about one thing."

"According to you, the items in the dead pawn zone are also managed by your owner."

"Am I trading my Celestial Dew with you or with your owner?"

Ye Bai asked curiously.

"I'll use my savings to balance the account."

Fatty Huang's meaning was already clear.

He would use other valuable items to fill the gap.