Keep a low profile!
Everything must be centered around being inconspicuous.
Coming to this unfamiliar place, I must display an air of soone who is not a troublemaker, nor a protagonist, and certainly not the wealthy figure you imagine.
I am just a humble and even pitiable wretch you wouldn’t want to notice.
Boys going out must learn to protect themselves.
Indeed.
After Lin Fan toned down his deanor, he beca very ordinary, resembling an ordinary cultivator who had never seen the world.
Passersby didn’t even glance at him.
Even if soone accidentally saw him.
They would just mutter a phrase.
Penniless wretch.
After a long ti.
He originally thought the area where the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion was located would still be filled with endless yellow sand.
Until he saw it for himself.
He realized it was all wrong.
Behind the black forest, there was a fascinating oasis.
A vast city lay in the distance, surrounded by lush green trees and a beautiful environnt, forming a stark contrast with the desolate sandy area outside.
Looking up.
The city was shrouded in dense luck.
Luck could be seen but not touched, ever-changing, constantly fluctuating.
"The luck here compares favorably to that of a major sect," Lin Fan marveled. Most of the important treasures originated here, naturally gathering extrely dense luck.
However, treasures are fluid, so luck cannot last permanently.
But from the current situation.
It is clear that there must be so peerless treasure here suppressing and keeping the luck from dissipating due to the treasure flow.
Entering the city, a cultivator in golden armor habitually reached out to collect a toll.
To enter, not much was needed.
Ten Spirit Stones.
Ugh!
This is practically robbery, faster than selling one’s body, and even easier.
But watching the people entering the city, everyone was very generous, acting as if they were loaded with wealth, paying ten Spirit Stones without even a glimpse.
There were also those who seed to co from nowhere, tossed out by the golden-armored cultivator like a dead dog at the city gate.
When in Ro, do as the Romans do.
What should be given still needs to be.
People standing guard at the city gates all day are quite exhausted, how can one not pay the gatekeeping fee.
He originally thought the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion was just a pavilion to buy things from.
It was only upon seeing this place that he realized, the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion is a whole city, the entire territory belongs to them and in his line of sight, the cultivators walking on the streets had quite impressive cultivation levels.
If he had the ans to use a massive skill and eliminate everyone here.
Then this harvest...
Just thinking about it felt a bit terrifying.
But soon, he brushed away this thought, how could he entertain such dangerous ideas, not to ntion that an action would result in others suppressing him, just the fact of his identity as a disciple of a notable righteous Immortal Dao Sect would not allow him to do such a thing.
"Take a look, freshly unearthed peerless treasures from a relic."
"Passing by, don’t miss out, just obtained an Immortal Elixir from an Ancient Immortal’s Cave Mansion, selling cheap."
There were stalls by the roadside, many cultivators hawking their wares.
So long as you can boast, in this line you won’t starve.
And indeed.
The onlookers were plenty.
Do not underestimate these cultivators, they’ve endured to a certain degree, not joining the Immortal Sect and relying on themselves to prosper, making a living through reselling goods.
Setting up a stall within the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion’s domain, you only need to pay a small amount of Spirit Stones each day.
Of course, within the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion City, there is the largest marketplace, attracting countless people to visit, as long as you have Spirit Stones or treasures, you can purchase what you desire here.
As for these small vendors.
Once, indeed not many paid attention.
After all, there were just too many fake items.
But once a shocking treasure surfaced here.
A cultivator only spent a dozen Spirit Stones and got an Immortal Soldier Fragnt from a piece of waste stone.
When the Immortal Soldier Fragnt erged, immortal light blanketed the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, purple clouds covering tens of thousands of miles, alarming countless big shots, finally that small cultivator, knowing he possessed a precious treasure and fearing eyes on him, sold it to a peerless powerhouse.
Since then, small vendors beca very popular, countless cultivators hoping to spend little and test their luck, maybe fortune would smile on them and they could prosper.
If Lin Fan knew of this, he’d definitely think.
This was deliberate.
The Heavenly Treasure Pavilion must have intentionally placed it, had soone buy, then resell just to promote the stalls and gain a substantial rental fee.
Definitely like that.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t believe such good fortune would occur to a small cultivator.
At this mont.
Lin Fan squatted at a stall, looking at the old and ragged items on the ground, asking, "How do you sell this stuff?"
The vendor was a toothless old man, dressed very plainly, and when he smiled, his missing front teeth appeared quite comical, "Little brother, browse freely, tell if anything catches your eye and I’ll give you a price. Rest assured I’ve been running this stall for decades, known for fair dealing without deception, won’t cheat you."
Lin Fan felt it was like being in an antique market, relying solely on one’s own judgnt.
"Can I touch them?" Lin Fan asked.
"Touch as you like, as long as nothing gets damaged, it’s all fine." The old man’s eyes squinted with his smile, almost disappearing.
The stall held nearly a few dozen objects that appeared very old and tattered.
According to the vendor’s thinking, if you don’t make it look a bit weathered, it’s hard to catch anyone’s eye.
Lin Fan picked up a palm-sized stone marked with moss, holding it up to the sunlight, carefully examining it.
Upon aligning it with the sun, inside the stone appeared to have twinkling starlike features.
"Little brother, this is sothing I got out of a relic, barely surviving. I’ve shown it to many, none could discern it, but all agreed it must be a treasure, just unsure of what it is. If you buy it, maybe you can get sothing good out of it." The old man smiled with a shrewd look.
Seeing Lin Fan young and slightly immature, a few flattering words could definitely sway him to purchase.
Lin Fan set down the stone, "This is a Star River Stone, from the Star River, a rare river, peculiar but not valuable."
"Oh, an expert, I paid three Spirit Stones to acquire this, didn’t expect it to be worthless, what a pity." The old man said.
Lin Fan said, "Didn’t you just claim it was from a relic?"
"Little brother, how else can I draw custors in if not by saying so? Would you look at sothing else, I have plenty of good stuff, definitely worth the purchase." The old man was embarrassingly adept from long experience, quickly diverting the topic.
Coming here, naturally, there’s no rush to leave, being idle, he casually looked around; he checked all the items from the old man’s stall, finding only one sowhat valuable piece.
It was a fragnt of a broken iron.
The iron piece had patterns but no trace of spiritual energy, appeared like scrap tal but could be activated when Mana was channeled into it.
This was a fragnt of a Spiritual Artifact.
Worth so Spirit Stones.
But he wasn’t interested in these trifles; too small, too useless, even keeping them was cumberso.
Cough, cough!
The old man, smiling, suddenly started coughing, face flushed, evidently bearing wounds.
Soon after, a wild kid playing elsewhere ran over, gently patting the old man’s back.
Lin Fan inquired and learned that this wild boy was an abandoned baby the old man found during a mortal world collection trip, adopting him, and in a blink, nine years had passed.
The wounds on him now were left a long ti ago.
Needing to buy an Elixir for healing.
But lacking enough Spirit Stones, could only accumulate slowly.
Lin Fan contemplated for a mont, pointing to the iron fragnt, "You’re selling this piece for fifty Spirit Stones, but I’m not interested. I’ll give you so guidance, this isn’t an ordinary iron fragnt, it’s a shard of a Spiritual Artifact containing six complete Arrays."
"Judging by current value, you could sell it for six hundred to a thousand Spirit Stones."
The old man was stunned by Lin Fan’s words, evidently not expecting such disclosure.
And harbored so suspicion.
Could it be true?
If so, then why not buy it, but instead tell him.
"Little brother jests, how could this be..."
The old man’s words hadn’t finished.
Lin Fan flicked his finger, a wisp of spiritual energy infiltrated the iron, instantly activating the Arrays within.
In an instant.
The iron once dull emitted the glow expected of a Spiritual Artifact.
While not causing much commotion.
It still drew quite a few onlookers.
"Selling this should buy an Elixir, the child is still young, needs soone to care for." Lin Fan rose, a smile curling at his lips, then walked toward the distance.
The old man stood with his jaw dropped, watching that gradually retreating back.
"Big brother, thank you." The child said.
Lin Fan waved his hand, rging into the crowd.
Soon after, surrounding cultivators gathered, inquiring about the piece’s price.
Though just a fragnt, still held value due to the Arrays and material itself, when eting an Artifact Refiner, could be remolded into sothing else.
Even combined with other materials, forging into a new Spiritual Artifact.
So those interested in acquiring probably won’t be few.
Lin Fan had no interest in these fragnts.
He sought complete Spiritual Artifacts.
Suddenly.
He felt a mystical sensation from the heavens alight on him.
Could this be the rit of doing good deeds?
Forget it.
Good people don’t live long, scoundrels last a thousand years.
He still preferred being a low-key, charming, lively troublemaker.
Living long is truly worthwhile.
Perhaps the sincerity in Lin Fan’s heart was sensed by the heavens.
The mystical sensation imdiately vanished.
"Bah! Darn heavens, so stingy." Lin Fan cursed inwardly, just pondered briefly, how could it be so miserly.
Then.
He wandered around looking at items from various small vendors, aiming for a significant find, but such occurrences are too rare, where would so many good things happen upon you.
If it truly happened, one couldn’t fathom the price to pay.
He still had a piece of ’Innate Spirit Vein Crystal’ with him, it was his confidence upon coming here, practically useless on him, but if he found a treasure he liked, he might as well buy it.
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