Chapter 41 : Stone Spirit Treasure Cloth, The Young Supre of the Tianming Clan (2)
“Hmm? What’s this…”
Suddenly, Xiao Yan’s eyes lit up as he strode towards one of the stalls, his gaze fixed on a broken, charred, square little cauldron.
“How much for this item?”
He asked in an indifferent tone, addressing the stall owner.
The stall owner was an old man smoking a pipe.
He looked up at Xiao Yan and smiled, “This young master has a keen eye. This is an heirloom passed down in my family for generations. If it weren’t for so urgent need for a large amount of spirit stones, I wouldn’t be selling it.”
“Sigh, it’s against my ancestral teachings…”
Xiao Yan sneered inwardly. He wasn’t a fool; he knew the usual tricks at these stalls.
He oh-ed and then pointed to a strange black stone beside the charred cauldron, shaped like a small person, asking, “What about this? Is this also one of your heirlooms?”
The old man was taken aback that Xiao Yan didn’t ask about the cauldron.
He looked embarrassed, chuckling, “This thing, I don’t know its value. It was given to by a tomb robber. It has no inscriptions or spirituality, just a unique material and very hard…”
“If the young master wants it, three thousand spirit stones.”
“Three thousand spirit stones? Are you joking?”
Xiao Yan’s face darkened, looking very displeased.
But inside, he was ecstatic, barely able to hide his excitent.
He didn’t expect his luck to be so good, finding a Stone Spirit Treasure Cloth in this place.
Though it was only palm-sized, a fraction of its original size, it was still a rare treasure.
Stone Spirits were a unique race, naturally ford and taking a long ti to develop intelligence.
Every major breakthrough they shed a layer of stone skin.
This stone skin was incredibly hard and flexible, making it a perfect defensive garnt.
Xiao Yan believed this Stone Spirit Treasure Cloth was at least near Saint Realm level, as its innate inscriptions were hidden, undetectable to ordinary people.
Even experts in treasure identification would struggle to recognize it.
Such an item would be highly valuable on the market, causing a bloody storm.
“If I refine and wear this Stone Spirit Treasure Cloth, I’ll have another life-saving tool.”
“Even a Divine Realm cultivator would struggle to kill easily.”
Xiao Yan was thrilled, amazed at his luck.
But his face remained stern, as if angered by the stall owner’s high price.
“How about two thousand five hundred spirit stones?”
The stall owner was puzzled, not knowing the item’s value.
He had nad a random price, having bought it from a tomb robber for a few spirit stones.
“One hundred spirit stones, no more.”
Seeing the stall owner’s reaction, Xiao Yan understood.
He frowned, looking displeased, acting as if a hundred spirit stones were his limit.
“A hundred spirit stones is too little. I spent a thousand spirit stones to buy it…”
The stall owner, a shrewd man, shook his head, seeing Xiao Yan’s interest.
“Forget it, a thousand spirit stones? Are you robbing ?” Xiao Yan sneered, pretending to leave.
The stall owner panicked, quickly standing to stop Xiao Yan, “Don’t go, young master. How about three hundred spirit stones…”
At that mont, a cold voice interrupted, “Three thousand spirit stones, I’ll take it.”
A tall man in a black-gold battle suit approached.
He had a humanoid appearance but a cold deanor.
His face was covered in blue patterns, with a faint black glow at his brow, exuding imnse power.
Seeing him, many cultivators around the market were shocked.
“Hiss… It’s him…”
“Why is he here?”
“The young supre of the Tianming Clan, nad Tian Ming Zi. I heard about him, saw the young city lord accompanying him recently. He’s a follower of Young Master Jiang.”
People whispered, shocked to see the Tianming Clan’s young supre here.
The Tianming Clan was a mysterious and powerful race in the three thousand Dao Domains, said to have originated from the mythical Netherworld.
Their control over Nether Qi was terrifying.
A slight touch could burn the soul, causing excruciating pain.
Tianmingzi, the young supre before them, was outstanding in his clan, incredibly powerful.
Hearing the whispers, the stall owner was stunned, not expecting such a big shot.
“You…”
Xiao Yan’s footsteps halted, his face darkening.
He didn’t expect soone to intervene at this mont.
And from the whispers, he learned this person was a follower of Jiang Minghan.
“Three thousand spirit stones, I’ll take it.”
Tianmingzi glanced at Xiao Yan coldly, as if looking at an ant, then turned to the stall owner.
“Yes, sir. Just a mont.”
The old man, terrified, quickly handed the palm-sized, person-shaped stone to Tian Ming Zi.
Though he didn’t know its value, he guessed it was valuable from the situation.
But he didn’t dare haggle with Tian Ming Zi.
After all, he wanted to stay alive to spend that money.
“Wait, I’ll give you four thousand spirit stones…”
Xiao Yan’s face darkened, interrupting the stall owner’s movent.
Faced with such a valuable treasure, he wouldn’t back down easily.
“This…”
The stall owner paused, unsure what to do.
But he knew Tian Ming Zi was not soone he could offend.
As a follower of Young Master Jiang, even the young city lord had to be cautious around him.
“Young master, didn’t you say you didn’t want it, offering only a hundred spirit stones? Now you’re making things difficult for …”
He feigned difficulty, looking at Xiao Yan, his eyes mocking.
Without this situation, he would’ve been swindled by this guy today.
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