Chapter 165: Going Out

Above the Tianjiang Plain, a streak of light was currently streaking across the sky at high speed. Inside the light, Zhang Nuo stood upon a Flying Sword, his eyes fixed ahead, possessing somewhat the bearing of a master of his generation.

After he had handled everything, he bid farewell to Zhuge Qing, saying he needed to go out to purchase some items. Upon hearing that Zhang Nuo was leaving, the young girl was startled at first, thinking he would never return once he left. Later, Zhang Nuo had to guarantee and swear, only then did the young girl believe him, and in the end, she insisted on giving him some more Spirit Stones.

Zhang Nuo smiled bitterly and declined Zhuge Qing's kindness. Now that he had the 'White Profound Crystal Stone' in hand, as long as he reached the trading hall, he would be able to exchange it for a large amount of Spirit Stones! Naturally, he no longer needed the young girl's.

Just moments after Zhang Nuo left, Zhuge Qing told her father about the matter. Upon hearing this, the old man beat his chest and stamped his feet repeatedly, blaming the young girl for letting Zhang Nuo leave. Looking at her father's expression, the young girl smiled faintly and did not say much, because she knew that Zhang Nuo would definitely return.

After flying continuously for two full days, Zhang Nuo finally arrived at the headquarters of the Tianbao Pavilion trading hall located in the Daliang Kingdom. The moment he saw the Tianbao Pavilion trading hall, he was completely shocked by the scene before him. The entire trading hall covered an area of several hundred qing, and among them, there were over a dozen buildings that were a hundred zhang tall.

The entrance of the trading hall was bustling with people and carriages, a scene of great clamor! After stepping into the trading hall, there were even more cultivators inside. Above counters over ten zhang long, all sorts of sounds were constantly coming through, and the debates of haggling were wave after wave.

Frowning slightly, Zhang Nuo was very displeased with this environment. He stood on the spot for a long time, and seeing that the counters were never empty amidst the coming and going of people, he felt somewhat anxious in his heart.

Just at this moment, in front of a counter to his left, a cultivator wearing a light green robe suddenly began to curse loudly:

"Do you even know how to talk! This one has Spirit Stones, but they aren't meant to be thrown away! Don't you dare use your power to bully others at Tianbao Pavilion!"

It was clear that this cultivator was dissatisfied because the prices of the items sold by Tianbao Pavilion were too high. Hearing the angry cursing, almost everyone's gaze turned toward that direction.

Zhang Nuo only needed to sweep his Divine Sense over to discover that this cultivator had at least the cultivation of the Foundation Establishment Late Stage. Waves of not-so-weak Spirit Power, triggered by his angry emotions, were even more terrifying!

'Whoosh!' After a soft sound, a streak of light shot in from outside. As the light faded, an old man in a white robe, who looked to be over sixty, stood behind the cultivator who was cursing.

"This little friend! Tianbao Pavilion is not a place where you can run wild!"

Although the old man had a smile on his face, his tone was very gloomy, mixed with a hint of suppressed rage! At the same time, the Spiritual Pressure of a Golden Core stage cultivator quickly overwhelmed the Spirit Power fluctuations of the cultivator in the light green robe.

Sensing that a big shot had appeared behind him, the cultivator hurriedly turned his head and discovered that the old man opposite him was actually a Golden Core stage existence; his face immediately turned ugly.

"Get lost quickly, don't force this old man to take action!"

The white-robed old man's face sank, and the Spiritual Pressure on his body increased a bit more. Feeling the aura on the old man, the cultivator in the light green robe immediately found it difficult to breathe, and then turned and left in a dejected manner.

Although he was a Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivator, in the eyes of the white-robed old man, he was still an existence like an ant. The line between Golden Core and Foundation Establishment was only a hair's breadth apart, yet the difference was as vast as heaven and earth. Watching him flee in a sorry state, the old man just smiled. Just as he was about to leave, a green-robed cultivator blocked the old man's path.

This person was none other than Zhang Nuo. When he saw the white-robed old man appear, he immediately recognized him. This old man with Golden Core stage cultivation was the auctioneer surnamed Du from the Tianbao Auction House back at the Tianjiang Trade Fair.

The white-robed old man looked Zhang Nuo up and down, not knowing why he was blocking his way, and asked in surprise:

"Does this little friend have business with this old man?"

The old man surnamed Du spoke quite politely and did not get angry because a Foundation Establishment Mid-stage kid was blocking his way.

"Senior Du! This junior has something here that I would like you to take a look at! And provide an estimate!"

Zhang Nuo bowed deeply and said with extreme respect.

"Oh! Since this little friend trusts this old man, then take the item out!"

The old man surnamed Du stroked his gray beard with his hand, and a smile appeared on his face. Zhang Nuo being so respectful to him in front of so many cultivators gave him quite a bit of face.

"It is not convenient here! This junior's item is very precious! If Senior allows, please step aside to speak!"

His lips moved slightly as Zhang Nuo sent a voice transmission. Upon hearing this, the old man surnamed Du's expression changed slightly. Looking at the young cultivator opposite him, he doubted what kind of precious item he could possibly have.

Seeing that the old man was not as enthusiastic as before, Zhang Nuo sent another voice transmission:

"The item in my hand is a Mysterious Crystal Stone!"

The moment these words reached the old man's ears, it was like a thunderclap. His eyes widened, and the old man surnamed Du simply could not believe his ears, thinking Zhang Nuo had misspoken. However, seeing the youth's solemn expression, it did not look like he was playing games with him.

Thinking about it again, would a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator dare to play with him using such a matter? His expression sank, and he said to Zhang Nuo:

"Follow me!"

The old man turned and left, and Zhang Nuo followed closely behind. The cultivators in front of the counter did not know what had happened, and after seeing the two leave, they resumed their haggling.

The old man surnamed Du led Zhang Nuo all the way to the backyard, and after entering an empty room, he asked carefully:

"Is what this little friend said just now about the Mysterious Crystal Stone true?"

Zhang Nuo did not speak, but reached his hand into his Storage Bag and took out a small object. The moment he opened his palm, green light shone in the eyes of the old man surnamed Du, his mouth almost hanging down to his ears, and he was unable to speak for a long time.

Sneering in his heart, Zhang Nuo was certain that the white-robed old man in front of him had recognized the Mysterious Crystal Stone. He clenched his five fingers and put the Mysterious Crystal Stone back into his Storage Bag.

"Has Senior seen this item clearly?"

With a faint smile on his face, Zhang Nuo asked relaxedly.

"Little friend, please wait a moment! This old man will go find the Pavilion Master to come and appraise it!"

As if unable to determine whether the White Profound Crystal Stone in Zhang Nuo's hand was real or fake, the old man surnamed Du said with a trembling voice.

"Pavilion Master?"

This time, Zhang Nuo had not expected that such a small piece of Mysterious Crystal Stone would alarm the Pavilion Master of Tianbao Pavilion.

"Alright!"

Seeing Zhang Nuo agree, the old man surnamed Du quickly left the room, then turned into a streak of light and disappeared into the interior of Tianbao Pavilion in the blink of an eye.

After only a moment, two streaks of light appeared simultaneously at the door of the room where Zhang Nuo was. The first to walk in was the old man surnamed Du, and behind him followed a red-faced old man. This old man looked to be over seventy, dressed in brocade robes, appearing to have a high status.

"Little friend, this is the Pavilion Master of our Tianbao Pavilion!"

In fact, before the old man surnamed Du introduced him, Zhang Nuo had already noticed the red-faced old man behind him. This person's cultivation was even higher than that of the old man surnamed Du, and he walked with steady, measured steps.

"Greetings, Senior!"

Facing the presence of two Golden Core stage cultivators, Zhang Nuo remained neither servile nor overbearing, his expression natural as he bowed deeply to the red-faced old man! No fear could be seen on his face, as if this place were his own territory.

The red-faced old man's Divine Sense moved, and after sweeping over Zhang Nuo, he could not help but admire the courage of this young cultivator, daring to come to Tianbao Pavilion alone with such a heavy treasure. It seemed there might be some major power behind him!

"Little friend, please take the item out for me to see!"

The red-faced old man smiled indifferently, not putting on the airs of a Pavilion Master, and said very kindly.

Zhang Nuo was quite generous; he reached into his Storage Bag, took out the Mysterious Crystal again, and handed it to the red-faced old man with both hands. After receiving the Mysterious Crystal Stone, the red-faced old man looked at it for a long time, then finally nodded slightly to the old man surnamed Du and said:

"This is indeed a White Profound Crystal Stone!"

Seeing that the Pavilion Master's view was the same as his own after inspecting it, the old man surnamed Du laughed out loud:

"I didn't expect that this little friend would have such a treasure! It is truly disrespectful, but I wonder which sect or faction this little friend is a disciple of?"

Upon seeing the old man surnamed Du inquiring about his background, Zhang Nuo shook his head and smiled bitterly, then said:

"I am a nobody. It is just that at the Tianjiang Trade Fair, during the auction organized by your esteemed pavilion, I witnessed Senior Du's demeanor from a private room, so naturally, when I had a good item, I thought of your esteemed pavilion."

The two old men exchanged a glance, knowing that Zhang Nuo was unwilling to reveal his true identity, so they found it inappropriate to continue questioning him; since he could appear in the private room, they believed his status was no ordinary one.

"Would the young friend like to sell this item?"

The old man surnamed Du continued to ask, probing further.

"Indeed! I just wonder if the price offered by your pavilion can satisfy me?"

Zhang Nuo put on a mature air, took the Mysterious Crystal Stone back from the red-faced old man's hand, and then smiled slightly.

"This..."

The old man surnamed Du could not make the decision on such a big matter, so he immediately shifted his gaze to the Pavilion Master; the red-faced old man lowered his head and pondered for a moment before extending five fingers.

"Fifty thousand Mid-grade Spirit Stones! What does the young friend think?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Nuo cursed inwardly once again: Profiteers!

However, he dared not actually speak these words aloud; he just smiled faintly and shook his head slightly without saying a word.

The Pavilion Master of Tianbao Pavilion raised his eyebrows slightly, knowing that the young cultivator before him must certainly understand the price of the White Profound Crystal Stone, so he flipped the five fingers he had extended and said:

"How about one hundred thousand Mid-grade Spirit Stones?"

Zhang Nuo still smiled without speaking, though in his heart he cursed this Pavilion Master of Tianbao Pavilion thoroughly; the other party was too unscrupulous, actually trying to get a bargain! This piece of White Profound Crystal Stone in his hand could sell for at least five hundred thousand Mid-grade Spirit Stones! He had not expected the man to offer only one hundred thousand Mid-grade Spirit Stones.

Only then did the red-faced old man realize he was wrong! He had been wrong from the very beginning! The other party must have calculated the price before coming, and it was not as simple as just asking someone to take a look.