Chapter 1833: Of Course It

As soon as Luo Fu spoke, the several black-robed men exchanged glances again, seemingly confused by his meaning; one of them even sneered dismissively.

"Our Linglong Pavilion doesn't register just anything for auction!"

"You should go ask around—this is the largest auction in Shanhe City, even the largest in the entire world; unless it's a rare treasure…"

Before the black-robed man could finish speaking, Luo Fu pulled back the cloth covering the soul bone.

The spiritual energy radiating from the soul bone, along with the malevolent aura it carried, instantly stunned the black-robed men, leaving them speechless.

"The power of this soul bone is immense!" said one of the black-robed men who recognized its value.

Luo Fu smiled and said, "Looks like someone here knows what they're looking at!"

"Take this soul bone back and register it for me; as for this crimson-black snake and the little girl, I'll take them with me—don't worry, I won't run."

"If I do run away, this soul bone becomes your Linglong Pavilion's property!"

"Isn't this a surefire profitable deal?"

Throughout, Luo Fu remained utterly calm, making the black-robed men feel even more mystified, convinced he was some transcendent master.

Moreover, this soul bone was indeed of extraordinary value.

And that crimson-black snake, though unimpressive in appearance, and given the crimson-black snake's nature, if poorly tended, would only become an ordinary crimson-black snake in the future.

So using this soul bone as collateral was, of course, a surefire profitable deal.

Most importantly, they were no match for Luo Fu.

They could only go fetch other high-ranking experts from Linglong Pavilion, then return to reclaim the crimson-black snake—or negotiate again with Luo Fu at that time.

The black-robed men quickly began discussing.

"This soul bone looks truly impressive—at least worth a hundred thousand gold pieces!"

"At least we can report something!"

"Yeah, we definitely can't beat this guy; better to take the soul bone back than keep bickering with this little girl!"

"Then have Linglong Pavilion send out another expert to find them!"

After some discussion, the black-robed men reached a decision.

They picked up the soul bone and cast a long, lingering look at the green-clad little girl behind them—they had to confirm Luo Fu wouldn't leave Shanhe City.

"With this three-hundred-year soul bone as guarantee, I have nothing to say."

"May I ask your esteemed name? I need to register it with Linglong Pavilion!"

The black-robed man pulled out paper and ink; Luo Fu wrote his name on it, then handed the paper back to the leader.