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Chapter 199 - 0196: In Search of the Ideal Person

Chapter 199: Chapter 0196: In Search of the Ideal Person

He came here with the aim of finding a target.

Demon Path cultivators.

The Demon tribe.

See who’s the most malicious, and they must be rich. Once a fat target is spotted, this trip would be guaranteed profit.

Many cultivators passed by.

But most of them were unsatisfactory.

Too many looked poverty-stricken, some even seemed poorer than him. His disguise of poverty was already convincingly poor; if someone appeared poorer than his disguise, what treasures could they possibly have?

Lin Fan checked them one by one.

The small aid allowed him to see through the true identities of these cultivators.

They weren’t pretending to be poor.

They were truly poor.

No way.

Too poor.

Damn, how dare such poor people come here fishing for luck.

Lin Fan scanned through several cultivators, yet none satisfied him.

A few were decent, but they didn’t meet his criteria. Randomly stopping decent folk was not something he’d do.

At that moment.

The front became lively, with many onlookers gathering.

Lin Fan’s eyes lit up; where there are people, there must be wealthy patrons. The target might be among them. Without hesitation, he squeezed into the crowd.

"Excuse me, please make way."

The gathering was too large.

After spending great effort, he finally squeezed in.

"Is this a forced purchase?" An angry voice transmitted over.

Lin Fan looked at the man with the angry voice; his face was flushed, glaring at the man in front of him.

The crowd murmured in discussion.

Lin Fan listened in quietly, gathering a rough understanding of the situation. It turned out the man had bought a completely wrapped treasure soil, trying his luck, but unexpectedly, he directly unearthed an Eighth Grade Spirit Grass.

What’s the concept of Eighth Grade?

This single Spirit Grass wouldn’t be priced below two million Spirit Stones.

This is only the price for the lowest Eighth Grade Spirit Grass, not yet examined by a Pharmacist. If it turns out to be a rare Spirit Grass, the price would soar.

The kind that’s priceless with no market.

Having Spirit Stones doesn’t guarantee acquisition.

Good fortune.

How lucky could the man be, but behind good fortune, bad luck looms. Unveiling such a treasure without adequate strength, one might not protect it.

"A forced purchase? What do you mean by that? I’m offering you one million Spirit Stones for your Spirit Grass. What seems improper to you?" The man speaking, with an arrogant expression, face carrying a trace of wickedness, particularly his eyes seemed to see through people, exuding evil aura.

The white-robed man who unearthed the Spirit Grass angrily yelled, "One million Spirit Stones? Isn’t that robbery? This Spirit Grass hasn’t been identified yet, but even the most ordinary Eighth Grade Spirit Grass is worth at least two million Spirit Stones."

Upon unearthing the Spirit Grass, his heart almost exploded, excitement enveloping him.

But he didn’t expect to be targeted.

Though unaware of who they truly were, judging by their demeanor and entourage, it was clear they were unusual.

And he was merely in the Golden Core Realm.

If it weren’t on the grounds of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, he wouldn’t have dared to act with such defiance.

The wicked man’s lips curved upward, face showing disdain as he said:

"Offering you a million Spirit Stones is leaving you a path to live, but you don’t cherish it, and you don’t even give me, the Demon Child, face, so there’s no need to say more."

"There’s nothing the Blood Sea Divine Sect desires that it cannot obtain."

"Since that’s the case, take care of yourself."

The wicked man waved gently, as if leaving a mark on the other, which was also a signature trick of the Blood Sea Divine Sect.

Leaving a mark.

Once he exits the grounds of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, ambushing and robbing becomes just a simple and casual task.

When the wicked man identified himself.

The onlookers gasped in astonishment.

"Isn’t that the Demon Sect’s Blood Sea Divine Sect, and he is the Demon Child? I think this guy is in danger; the Demon Path is terribly petty, if you don’t give them face, they’ll hunt you down relentlessly."

"With the Demon Path’s style, if they’re not buying, that only means the moment this guy leaves the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion’s domain, he’ll certainly be killed."

"Shh, speak softly, this isn’t our matter, don’t invite trouble upon ourselves."

The white-robed man’s face changed drastically upon hearing these words, gradually draining of color. He hadn’t expected the other’s background to be so formidable.

A Demon Sect’s Demon Child.

Further, it was the Blood Sea Divine Sect.

Damn.

How could he encounter such a being?

He had just acted tough to show that no matter how fierce you might be, he was not afraid.

Attempting to intimidate him was futile.

But now.

He finally understood.

They weren’t just intimidating him; they were genuinely formidable.

The white-robed man, flustered, said, "One million five hundred thousand Spirit Stones, I’ll sell it to you."

"Heh, one million five hundred thousand Spirit Stones? Forget it, you’d better keep it yourself. What doesn’t the Blood Sea Divine Sect have? It’s not like we’re short of your Eighth Grade Spirit Grass." The wicked man chuckled playfully, the other’s panicked look bringing him satisfaction, making him enjoy the terrifying reputation of the Blood Sea Divine Sect.

Such situations happen frequently.

Holding a great treasure but unable to step out of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion’s range.

Unless you have a remarkable background, with a powerful sect backing you up, and you hold significant status within the sect.

Otherwise, seeking a safe exit,

you’d have to spend a fortune to hire the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion’s experts for protection.

However, the protection itself is expensive, and not necessarily assured.

Thus, seasoned veterans usually stay discreet upon obtaining treasures, quietly appraising them, and never make it public.

Unlike this young fool, who directly unveiled an Eighth Grade Spirit Grass in front of so many people.

If nothing precious had been unearthed, it would be fine.

But the fact is, something truly valuable was uncovered.

After learning of the wicked man’s identity, the white-robed man’s face was already extremely pale, stuttering as he spoke.

"A million, I’ll sell it to you."

The wicked man said, "Earlier, I was giving you face by offering a million Spirit Stones, but now even a million won’t do. You should keep it, maybe sell it for a good price at the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion."

"The Heavenly Treasure Pavilion has a rule; you can only stay within their grounds for fifteen days. After that, you’ll be expelled."

Though the wicked man’s face wore a smile as he said this, to the white-robed man, it seemed like a death signal.

He feared the rules of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.

Anyone making a move inside would face the Pavilion’s suppression.

Even as a Demon Child of the Blood Sea Divine Sect, he dared not challenge their rules here.

Then.

The wicked man walked towards the distance. Before going far, he turned to glance at the other, and just that one look almost scared the soul out of the white-robed man, his hand clutching the Spirit Grass trembling.

He didn’t want to die.

He wished to cultivate successfully, to achieve immortality, but didn’t expect cultivating immortality to be so harsh; seeing a treasure brought joy, but also meant robbery, even killing him, how could it be so dangerous.

After the wicked man left.

Surrounding onlookers sighed, shaking their heads.

"What a pity, finding a treasure but unable to protect it, one of life’s great regrets."

"Being targeted by the Blood Sea Divine Sect’s Demon Child means there’s no escape. Fortunately, this is within the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion’s area; otherwise, he’d already be a corpse."

The white-robed man was already quite shaken; hearing the spectators’ words, he was even more at a loss, feeling the Spirit Grass in his hand was burning hot.

Even discarding the Spirit Grass wouldn’t spare him from the other’s pursuit.

What to do?

What on earth to do?

Lin Fan witnessed the whole situation.

What a domineering Demon Child.

Blood Sea Divine Sect.

He’d keep this Demon Sect in mind, perhaps there’d be a chance to play with the sect members someday.

As for the white-robed man.

He wasn’t eager to comfort him just yet, as there’s a greater purpose in store.

Then.

He followed the direction the wicked man left, for he was the primary target, not to be lost.

During this period, no other matters needed his attention.

His person of interest had appeared.

He was determined to strip these guys down to their roots, not even sparing their underwear.

Shortly.

He saw the wicked man enter the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion’s auction house and paid some Spirit Stones to enter as well.

Inside was already filled with people.

All were powerful experts, without strength no one has Spirit Stones, and without Spirit Stones one can’t enter to participate in auctions.

Lin Fan had little interest in these auctions.

Anything needing to be bought with his own Spirit Stones wasn’t a true treasure.

For it lacked a soul, and a sense of belonging.

Where the wicked man sat seemed like a place not just anyone could enter.

He could only stay a bit further, keeping glimpses at the man.

A cultivator on stage announced, "Next up for auction is a set of upper-grade Spiritual Artifact Sword Array, made by a master of artifact refining from three hundred years ago."

"This Sword Array contains one thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight Geng Metal Formations."

"Starting bid at fifty thousand Spirit Stones."

It was Lin Fan’s first time at such an event, though he once hosted an auction at the Taiwu Immortal Sect, feeling quite euphoric seeing continuous bidding.

This upper-grade Sword Array starting at fifty thousand wasn’t high.

Previously, Ye Zhen Tian’s middle-grade Spiritual Artifact that could harm the Divine Soul was only worth about twenty thousand Spirit Stones at best.

This upper-grade Sword Array’s final price should be around a hundred thousand.

Mainly because it contained few formations.

The peak count for upper-grade formation arrays should be two thousand nine hundred ninety-nine; one more would advance to a Dao Artifact, thus significantly raising its price.

It’s rare to appear.

Once on the market, they get fiercely competed for.

As Spirit Stones alone struggle to measure its value.

Ultimately, this upper-grade Sword Array was bought by a mysterious big shot for a mere ninety-five thousand Spirit Stones.

Subsequently, the auction included various elixirs, artifacts, materials, minor divine skills, and even great divine powers, none of which interested him much.

His eyes were only on the posturing man, the Blood Sea Divine Sect’s Divine Son.

Of course.

When feeling bored, he wondered how much the Reverse Cang’s Four Saints set he wore would be worth in Spirit Stones. Surely it’d be more than a billion Spirit Stones?

For it’s an upper-grade Dao Artifact.

With twelve thousand and eighty-eight formations.

Just to hear about it sounds terrifying.

A treasure with no market value.

Implicitly meaning, possessing this upper-grade Dao Artifact meant never leaving safely alive.

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