Chapter 26

For this purchasing trip, Luo Chen didn't go to the rogue cultivator market.

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

And that place was crowded and noisy, with most of the personnel being from the outer city area; if someone with intentions inquired a little, they would discover Luo Chen's changes.

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

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

In this way, the spirit stones he had left on hand were only twenty-nine.

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

Twenty-five!

Last night, he had a huge sum of nearly one hundred and fifty on hand.

"Spirit stones really don't last long."

"This bit of money isn't enough to buy the Traction Art."

Standing at the crossroads, Luo Chen looked at the antique Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion and gritted his teeth as he walked in.

As an industry of one of the six great top sects, its reputation and strength were the best in the Dahe Square market.

Consuming in such a place, other rogue cultivators would find it very difficult to hear any news.

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

As soon as he entered, a maid walked over.

Coming to such a high-end occasion for the first time, Luo Chen felt a bit anxious.

He said he would take a look for himself first, and the maid left.

There was no enthusiastic sales pitch.

It was just because his cultivation was only at the fourth level of Qi Refining, and the robe he wore was half-new and half-old, with a slightly small size, making it look tight.

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

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

Especially after glancing at the shelves with high-grade magic tools, he felt more confident in his heart.

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

The maid nodded, "We accept them, but you must let a master appraise them first before a price will be given. As for whether the price is suitable, you can decide whether to sell or not at that time."

"No appraisal fee, right!"

"Hehe, guest, you're joking. Since you're the one selling to us, naturally there won't be an appraisal fee."

Luo Chen was truly frightened by Sun Shou's operation yesterday.

Various fees were endless.

Sun Shou was from the Jade Cauldron Sword Sect, while the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion was an industry of Tianfan City; he was just afraid that these wealthy and unbenevolent big sects were all birds of a feather.

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

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

"Hmm, you go down first!" Old Chu played with the walnuts with one hand and reached out with the other, "Let me see the goods."

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

Old Chu nodded, "It's the standard magic tool Du Du Feiyan Sword cast by our Tianfan City, high-grade."

Weighing it, he shook his head again, "It's one tael lighter, and the sword body is severely damaged; it needs to be remelted and rebuilt."

Magic power was injected, circulating through the sword body, and finally, light emitted from three places: the tip, the body, and the hilt.

"The Sharp Metal Formation is damaged."

"The Qi-Discharging Formation still has eighty percent effectiveness."

"The Solidification Formation is unstable and needs to be reconstructed."

"Oh, the owner of the sword was an idiot; he even carved words on it."

After speaking, Old Chu tossed it casually, throwing the Du Du Feiyan Sword onto the table.

"One thousand; if you want to sell, our Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion will take it for one thousand spirit stones."

Hearing this huge number, Luo Chen's eyes widened instantly!

It wasn't too high.

It was too low!

It is well known that the price of magic tools follows the market, and cultivators are very sensitive.

The price of low-grade magic tools is between one hundred and five hundred.

The price of mid-grade magic tools is between five hundred and one thousand.

High-grade magic tools start at one thousand spirit stones.

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

Defensive magic tools have the highest prices.

As for some exotic and strange magic tools, the price is judged by the cultivators themselves based on the effect, but the price remains high.

There is no such thing as "the stranger the magic tool, the faster you die" in this world.

The stranger the magic tool, the more often it will have unexpected effects; in battle or when exploring secret realms, it might win by a surprise at a critical moment.

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

But he couldn't accept it being this low.

"The Du Du Feiyan Sword in your shop has a selling price of two thousand five hundred low-grade spirit stones!"

Old Chu said indifferently, "Don't you know that our Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion mostly buys back second-hand magic tools at half price?"

"But this hasn't even reached half price!" Luo Chen argued with reason.

These sect people might not care about one or two hundred spirit stones more or less, but for him, that was his entire net worth after struggling for several years.

"Then do you know how much effort it takes for us to recycle these magic tools until they are put back on the shelves?"

Old Chu counted on his fingers, "We first have to send them back to the sect; the shipping cost is an expense."

"Choosing suitable materials for repairs is another expense."

"Asking a formation master to complete the formation is even more expensive."

"And to ensure quality standards, so as not to be criticized for selling inferior goods in Tianfan City, we also have to ask high-level cultivators to carefully conduct inspections."

"Finally, we have to spend a lot of effort to send them thousands of miles to various Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilions."

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

Luo Chen's teeth felt a bit sour.

This old man, without the magnanimity of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, was as calculating as Old Daoist Chen.

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

Old Chu shook his head, saying with a tone of "iron not becoming steel": "All day long, you only know how to fight and kill. Are magic tools for showing off and being fierce? These are weapons for protecting the Dao; they must be carefully cherished."

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

"When you have nothing to do, using magic power to nourish them is also something you should do!"

"Every second-hand magic tool sent to me has been ravaged and is in tatters."

"Old man, my heart aches!"

By the end, he was actually getting emotional.

His expression toward the Du Du Feiyan Sword was like seeing a beloved being defiled and sent home after being played out.

Luo Chen couldn't take it anymore.

But for the sake of cultivation resources, he gritted his teeth and insisted: "It's too low; this price, this junior really cannot accept. If I take it to the rogue cultivator market to sell, one thousand five or six hundred will definitely find a buyer."

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

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

Old Chu hurriedly spoke up, "One thousand one; 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 even offered this price for flying swords that were in better condition than this one."

Old Chu said sternly: "And, ordinary rogue cultivators wouldn't dare to want a flying sword with words carved on it like this, right!"

"One thousand one, that's the price; if you are sincere about selling, our Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion will take it. And I promise, we will absolutely not disclose any information about you selling magic tools to the outside world!"

Luo Chen stood where he was, his face changing between cloudy and sunny.

Finally, he let out a long sigh.

"Fine, deal."

A while later, Luo Chen walked out of the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion.

Facing the dazzling sunlight, he spat out a mouthful of saliva with very little quality.

"Damn it, profiteer!"

A female cultivator passed by and glanced at him with contempt.

What kind of quality is that!

Inside the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion.

Old Chu smiled and handed the Du Du Feiyan Sword to a burly man with a bare upper body and knotted muscles.

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

The burly man took the flying sword and scratched his head.

"The condition is actually quite good; it hasn't been damaged much. How many spirit stones did Old Chu buy it for this time?"

"Not bad, one thousand one; there's profit to be made."

Old Chu said with a smile, then paused and sighed.

"Young people nowadays are getting better at living; they even haggle with me over one hundred low-grade spirit stones. Being so stingy, how can they achieve the Great Dao in the future!"