Chapter 1846: Beat You Into Silence

But even if this girl's life was miserable, that wasn't a reason for her to steal, or she wouldn't have caught the attention of the black-clad men from Linglong Pavilion.

Long Feixue said: "This is my home, Brother Luo, sit here!"

"I buried all the hardened shells from Xiao Bai's molt in the soil, and some I haven't had time to bury yet—I'll show them to Brother Luo!"

Long Feixue walked into the cave and soon came out holding several scales.

These scales had excellent texture, appearing glossy black.

Meng Guangbai and Gong Sun Huohuo each picked up one and examined it closely, but saw nothing special, so they put them back.

Zhang Bufan asked: "These scales are indeed very hard!"

"But if you claim these scales are worth over ten thousand gold pieces, I simply cannot believe it—Meng Guangbai, do you believe it?"

Meng Guangbai also shook his head.

Gong Sun Huohuo looked angry; no matter what, she trusted Luo Fu completely.

"You don't believe it—I do!"

"I trust my master's judgment—he wouldn't be wrong. If my master says these scales are worth over ten thousand gold pieces, then these hard scales must be extremely valuable!"

Gong Sun Huohuo's stance was firm, her gaze resolute.

Zhang Bufan frowned, clearly confused.

After all, he and Meng Guangbai had both examined the black scales—they felt unusually textured, but still fell short compared to the black iron they'd handled before.

"Huohuo, if you think these scales are so valuable, what makes them special?"

"I can't tell anything special about them!"

"I once encountered a caravan that specialized in selling first-grade black iron for weapon forging—I sneaked a look at it once."

"These hard scales are decent, but nowhere near first-grade black iron—first-grade black iron sells for twenty gold pieces per piece. What makes these scales worth over ten thousand gold pieces?"

Meng Guangbai clearly didn't believe it.

Zhang Bufan beside him waited to see her humiliated.

Gong Sun Huohuo herself couldn't tell what was special about the scales shed by the Three-Eyed Crimson Black Snake—she believed in Luo Fu, and nothing more.

"What my master says is law!"

"If you two keep blabbering, I won't mind beating you into silence!" Gong Sun Huohuo snorted, pretending to draw her sword.

Zhang Bufan scrambled behind Luo Fu in fright.

"Don't draw your sword at the slightest provocation!"

"Brother Luo, control your disciple! We're reasoning—our eyes are dull, we truly can't see how these scales are better than first-grade black iron!"

"Could it be that Brother Luo made a mistake? Giving away a three-hundred-year soul bone!" Zhang Bufan said.

That three-hundred-year soul bone was worth at least ten thousand gold pieces.

Luo Fu used the soul bone as collateral to secure Long Feixue's release from the black-clad men of Linglong Pavilion, but Long Feixue couldn't hand over the Crimson Black Snake.

Doesn't that mean the soul bone now belongs to Linglong Pavilion?

Meng Guangbai's heart was bleeding!

This was a massive loss!

Luo Fu remained unfazed, took the scales from Long Feixue's hand, and examined them carefully—yet he didn't rush to a conclusion.

At that moment, the Three-Eyed Crimson Black Snake had slithered out from Long Feixue's sleeve and now hung suspended from the ceiling beam, seemingly watching every move they made.