Chapter 60: Killing Intent

The person running the stall was about forty years old, wearing a black robe, with a square face; his appearance was quite ordinary, the kind of existence that would be completely unremarkable if thrown into a crowd, with the only unique feature being a long scar between his brows that extended to the corner of his eye.

At this moment, there was no one at the stall, and business was cold and desolate; seeing this, Su Changqing did not hesitate in the slightest and walked straight up.

"Fellow Daoist, how much for this pair of Liehuo Tiger fangs?"

Su Changqing pointed at the fangs on the stall and spoke; these Liehuo Tiger fangs were from a Tier 3 Demonic Beast, equivalent to the Golden Core Realm of human cultivators.

Aside from the demonic core being valuable, the most precious part of a Liehuo Tiger was this pair of tiger fangs; if refined well, one could obtain a very fine Dharma Treasure; of course, Su Changqing's goal was not these Liehuo Tiger fangs, but that Black Broken Flag.

If he had gone straight for his target from the start, it would have been inevitable that the other party would have asked for an exorbitant price.

"Ten thousand Spirit Stones!"

The middle-aged man raised his head to glance at Su Changqing, his expression indifferent as he spoke.

"Isn't that too expensive?"

Su Changqing's brows could not help but wrinkle slightly.

"The Liehuo Tiger's fangs—Fellow Daoist knows their value; my asking price is not high. If you are not willing, then forget it."

The middle-aged man's expression did not change in the slightest as he continued to speak indifferently.

"Ten thousand Spirit Stones is fine, but let these few items count as sweeteners."

Su Changqing casually pointed to a pitch-black stone on the stall, a worn-out Talisman Brush, and that pitch-black, broken small flag.

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, revealing a look of contemplation.

These items added together were not worth even a hundred Spirit Stones; even if he treated them as sweeteners, he would not be at a loss. Having made his decision, the middle-aged man spoke.

"Fine!"

"Slap!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Su Changqing raised his hand and handed the Storage Bag containing ten thousand Spirit Stones into the middle-aged man's hand.

"No problem!"

The middle-aged man nodded slightly and put the Spirit Stones away; seeing this, Su Changqing's expression brightened slightly—the treasure had finally been secured by him.

He immediately waved his hand, intending to put these items away.

"Wait!"

However, just at this moment, a cold voice rang out; upon hearing this, Su Changqing's expression sank slightly, and without the slightest hesitation, he swept his hand and put all the items away.

"Did this young master not tell you to stop?"

Just at this moment, a red shadow flickered, and a youth in red clothes appeared before them; this red-clad man was quite handsome, with a flame-like pattern between his brows, but his eyes, which were like those of a venomous snake, held a hint of gloominess.

"You tell me to stop, so I stop? Who do you think you are?"

Su Changqing's expression sank slightly as he looked at the red-clad man.

"You!"

The red-clad man's expression became somewhat ugly, but as if thinking of something, he suppressed the anger in his heart and spoke.

"I have taken a fancy to that black small flag of yours; I offer ten thousand Spirit Stones."

"Not for sale!"

Su Changqing could not be bothered to pay attention to this red-clad man; once a treasure had fallen into his hands, there was no way he would take it out. He immediately lifted his foot, intending to leave this place.

"Twenty thousand, twenty thousand Spirit Stones! Kid, I advise you, you had best sell it to me!"

Just at this moment, the red-clad man said with a gloomy face.

"That small flag is actually so valuable? What a loss!"

The middle-aged stall owner to the side saw this scene and revealed an incomparably vexed expression on his face.

However, the transaction was already complete, and even if he regretted it, it was useless.

The stall area had the stall area's rules; even if he had sold it at a loss, he could only accept it. Even he did not have the guts to challenge the rules of the stall area.

Of course, it was not as if no one had challenged them before, but these people had only one end: death!

There was not a single exception, and it was precisely because of this that these people strictly followed the rules of Tiannan City and dared not overstep them in the slightest.

However, the answer he received was Su Changqing's disregard; for such a person, Su Changqing could not be bothered to pay any mind.

"Kid, are you sure you want to offend me, Huoyunzi?"

The red-clad man blocked Su Changqing's path directly, and a powerful Golden Core pressure surged out, enveloping Su Changqing.

"Move aside, a good dog doesn't block the path!"

Su Changqing's footsteps did not pause in the slightest, as if the other party's pressure did not exist at all.

"Good, good, good! You just wait for me!"

Huoyunzi laughed in extreme anger; since his birth, when had he ever been treated like this? At this moment, Su Changqing had already entered his death list.

A pair of eyes like a venomous snake stared fixedly at Su Changqing, as if wanting to memorize him; after staring for three breaths, he flicked his robe and left the place directly.

The stall area had the stall area's rules; even Huoyunzi dared not fail to follow the rules here. As soon as Su Changqing left Tiannan City, that would be the time for him to strike; he had to obtain that Black Broken Flag no matter what! Originally, Huoyunzi had intended to hunt for some treasures in Tiannan City; he had not expected to discover such a treasure, which had made the Treasure-Seeking Mouse inside his Beast-Taming Bag become incomparably restless, showing that the grade of this black small flag was extremely high—it was a formidable treasure.

If he missed this opportunity, he did not know how long he would have to wait to encounter such a treasure again.

Furthermore, the Old Ancestor's birthday was coming up soon; if he could obtain this treasure and contribute it to the Old Ancestor, he would certainly receive a reward from the old man, and he might even be able to advance another realm.

At the thought of this, Huoyunzi's heart burned with heat.

Su Changqing naturally did not know what Huoyunzi was thinking, and even if he did, he would not care in the slightest; among those of the same rank, there was no one he feared. If it really came to a fight, he would not mind adding another soul to his tally.

Because he had obtained the black small flag, Su Changqing naturally had no intention of staying here and returned directly to his courtyard. Once back in the courtyard, Su Changqing raised both hands, and following the changes in his Dharma techniques, he opened the formation directly.

In a short while, the entire courtyard was enveloped by the formation; having done this, Su Changqing revealed a look of satisfaction.

He soon arrived inside the house, then raised his hand; with a flash of light, he took out the Black Broken Flag to examine it carefully.

"Try injecting Dharma power!"

Su Changqing's expression stirred slightly; he immediately waved his hands, continuously injecting Dharma power into the black small flag.

However, the small flag did not react in the slightest; the spiritual power Su Changqing injected into it was like a clay ox entering the sea, without the faintest movement.

"As expected."

No trace of disappointment appeared on Su Changqing's face; if it were truly this simple, this treasure would not have fallen into his hands.

(End of chapter)