Chapter 26: Profiteers, All Profiteers

This time, Luo Chen didn't go to the loose cultivator market for his purchase work.

He had just made a big purchase yesterday; if he went again today, it would be too suspicious.

And that place was crowded and noisy, and the personnel composition was mostly people from the outer city; if someone with a heart inquired, they would find Luo Chen’s changes.

Therefore, Luo Chen gritted his teeth and went to the Hundred Herbs Hall to make a purchase.

The final result was that he spent ten spirit stones more than before to get the raw materials for refining pills.

In this way, the spirit stones he had left were only 29.

If he bought various daily necessities and firewood later, he would have to spend another four spirit stones.

Twenty-five!

Last night, he still had a huge sum of nearly 150.

"Spirit stones are really not enough to spend."

"This little money is not enough to buy the Traction Technique."

Standing at the crossroads, Luo Chen looked at the antique Wanbao Pavilion and gritted his teeth and walked in.

As an industry of the six great upper sects, its reputation and strength were the best in Dahe Market.

Consuming in such a place, it was very difficult for other loose cultivators to inquire about news.

"Guest, do you want to buy magic tools?"

Just after entering, a maid walked over.

Coming to such a high-end occasion for the first time, Luo Chen felt a bit uneasy in his heart.

He said he would look around himself, and the maid left.

No enthusiastic promotion.

Just because his realm was only at the fourth layer of Qi Refining, and the magic robe he wore was half-new and half-old, and the size was a bit small, looking tight.

At a glance, he was the kind of loose cultivator with weak purchasing power.

After wandering around the spacious first floor for a long time, Luo Chen’s uneasy state of mind also stabilized.

Especially after looking at the shelves of high-grade magic tools, he had confidence in his heart.

Summoning the maid, Luo Chen said directly: "I want to sell magic tools; you collect them here, right?"

The maid nodded. "Collect, but you have to let the master appraise them first before giving a price. As for whether the price is suitable, you decide whether to sell or not."

"No appraisal fee, right!"

"Heh, guest, you’re joking. You are the one selling to us, so naturally, there won't be an appraisal fee."

Luo Chen was really scared by Sun Shou’s operation yesterday.

Various fees, emerging one after another.

Sun Shou was from the Yuding Sword Sect, while Wanbao Pavilion was an industry of Tianfan City; he was afraid that these rich and unkind major sects were all the same.

Coming to the second floor, an old man was drinking tea, playing with two red walnuts in his hand.

"Master Chu, this guest wants to sell magic tools."

"Mm, you go down first!" Master Chu played with the walnuts with one hand and stretched out the other. "Let me see the goods."

A short sword was handed to him, the hilt shaped like a swallow.

Master Chu nodded. "It’s the standard magic tool Flying Swallow Sword cast by my Tianfan City, high-grade."

Weighing it, he shook his head again. "The weight is light by one tael, the sword body is severely worn, and it needs to be re-forged."

Magic power was injected, flowing through the sword body, and finally light was emitted from the tip, body, and hilt.

"Sharp Metal Formation damaged."

"Unloading Qi Formation still has 80% effectiveness."

"Solid Formation is unstable, need to re-construct the formation pattern."

"Oh, the sword owner is an idiot, and even engraved words on it."

After speaking, Master Chu threw it on the table casually.

"One thousand; if you want to sell, my Wanbao Pavilion will collect it for one thousand spirit stones."

Hearing this huge number, Luo Chen’s eyes widened!

It wasn't too high.

It was too low!

As everyone knows, the price of magic tools follows the market, and cultivators are very sensitive.

The price of low-grade magic tools is between 100 and 500.

The price of mid-grade magic tools is between 500 and 1,000.

High-grade magic tools start at 1,000 spirit stones.

Among them, the price of offensive magic tools is generally low, with the most common knives and swords at the bottom.

Defensive magic tools have the highest prices.

As for some strange and weird magic tools, they are judged by the cultivator’s heart according to the effect, but the price also remains high.

This world doesn't have the saying that the stranger the magic tool, the faster you die.

The stranger the magic tool, the more often it has unexpected effects, which might win in a critical moment during battle or exploring secret realms.

Luo Chen was mentally prepared for the low price of flying swords.

But he couldn't accept it being so low.

"The Flying Swallow Sword in your shop sells for 2,500 low-grade spirit stones!"

Master Chu said indifferently, "Don't you know that most of the second-hand magic tools we Wanbao Pavilion collect are at half price?"

"But you didn't even reach half price!" Luo Chen argued reasonably.

These sect people might not care about the one or two hundred spirit stones more or less, but for him, that was his entire livelihood for several years of struggle.

"Then do you know how much effort we Wanbao Pavilion have to spend to collect these magic tools and put them back on the shelves?"

Master Chu counted on his fingers. "First, we have to send them back to the sect; the shipping cost is an expense."

"Choosing suitable materials to repair is another expense."

"Asking formation masters to complete the formations costs even more money."

"And to ensure quality standards, so as not to be criticized for selling inferior goods, we have to ask high-grade cultivators to carefully test them."

"Finally, we have to spend great effort to send them to various Wanbao Pavilions thousands of miles away."

"As for other fragmented expenses, I haven't calculated them for you."

Luo Chen’s teeth were a bit sour.

This old man had no grandeur of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and his haggling was comparable to Old Daoist Chen.

"Speaking of this, I have to talk about you young people."

Master Chu shook his head, saying with hatred that iron wouldn't become steel: "All day long, you only know how to fight and kill. Are magic tools for showing off? These are weapons for protecting the path; they must be carefully cherished."

"After a battle, you should always wash and wipe them!"

"When you have nothing to do, nourishing them with magic power is also what you should do!"

"Every second-hand magic tool sent to me is ravaged and broken."

"Old man feels heartache looking at it!"

After speaking, he actually got emotional.

His expression toward the Flying Swallow Sword was like seeing a beloved person being defiled and sent home after being played with.

Luo Chen couldn't take it.

But for the sake of cultivation resources, he insisted: "Too low, I really can't accept this price. If I sell it at the loose cultivator market, 1,500 or 1,600 will definitely be wanted by someone."

After speaking, he picked up the sword and turned to leave.

"Eh, eh, young man, wait a moment."

Master Chu hurriedly called out, "1,100, how about it? This is the highest price I can give within my authority."

"Still too low."

"It’s not low, it’s really not low. I haven't given this price for flying swords that were in better condition than this."

Master Chu said righteously: "And, flying swords with words engraved like this, ordinary loose cultivators wouldn't dare to want them, right!"

"1,100, this is the price. If you are sincere about selling, my Wanbao Pavilion will collect it. And I promise, I will never disclose any information about you selling magic tools to the outside world!"

Luo Chen stood in place, his face uncertain.

Finally, he let out a long sigh.

"Alright, deal."

A while later, Luo Chen walked out of the Wanbao Pavilion.

Facing the dazzling sun, he spat without any quality.

"Damn, profiteer!"

A female cultivator passed by and glanced at him contemptuously.

What quality!

Inside Wanbao Pavilion.

Master Chu smiled and handed the Flying Swallow Sword to a muscular man with a bare upper body.

"Melt the words on it, add some Five Metal Qi, and send it to the shelf on the first floor!"

The man took the flying sword and scratched his head.

"The condition is still quite good, not much damage. How many spirit stones did Master Chu collect it for?"

"Not bad, 1,100, there’s profit to be made."

Master Chu smiled, then paused and sighed.

"Young people nowadays, they know how to live more and more, haggling with old man for a hundred low-grade spirit stones. So stingy, how can they achieve the Great Dao in the future!" ===== CHAPTER 27 =====