The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 1156 - 500: Artificer Genius, Clearance Sale_2

Chapter 1156: Chapter 500: Artificer Genius, Clearance Sale_2

Drones were no different in this world; people ignorant of their principles naturally thought Qi Yuan was a god.

This selfie stick was forged by Qi Yuan using spare scraps.

Goldfinch often enjoyed taking selfies, so Qi Yuan thought of crafting a selfie stick to give to her.

"What use does this magic artifact have?" Chen Xianwei asked awkwardly.

He was a Profound Level Artificer and, in theory, with his keen eye, he should be able to discern the quality of any magic artifact, however plain, at a glance.

The materials and the artifact refining techniques, including the Soul Guiding Method and others, he could recognize.

But he had no clue about the techniques used to craft this magic artifact.

"It’s for taking selfies, and I plan to give it to my wife."

To the young mistress?

Chen Xianwei wisely did not inquire further.

"Do you possess other forging techniques?" he couldn’t help asking.

"Yes, I have mastered quite a few."

Inside the Tiankun Peculiar Land, Qi Yuan had mastered many of the Celestial Clan’s forging techniques, in addition to the Soul Guiding Method and Engraving Method.

These skills could be used to forge magic artifacts and subsequently enhance their functions.

"I see," Chen Xianwei did not ask further, remembering the family head mentioning that Qi Yuan’s father was a mysterious artificer.

It seemed Qi Yuan’s legacy came from his father.

Thinking of something, he cautioned, "Young Master, try not to reveal that you craft magic artifacts, especially the techniques you use..."

Chen Xianwei couldn’t determine the level of the techniques used to craft the selfie stick, but the underlying forging method was definitely precious.

For some artificers, a Forging Technique was foundational and immensely valuable.

That’s why he warned Qi Yuan not to disclose it.

"Okay," Qi Yuan thought for a moment and nodded.

Two hours later.

Chen Xianwei bowed his head, a nervous expression on his face.

Shen Wanshan sat in the main seat, and his expression changed slightly when he heard Chen Xianwei’s words.

"It seems he has a strong talent for artificing, sigh."

Shen Wanshan sighed, and it was unclear whether he was happy or regretful.

"His talent in artificing is formidable; within twenty years, he will definitely become an Earth Level Artificer!" Chen Xianwei asserted confidently, passion evident in his eyes.

In his lifetime, it would be difficult to become an Earth Level Artificer, but if he could cultivate one, Wu Zhen would have to walk around him.

"Does he have forging spells you cannot discern?" Shen Wanshan asked hesitantly.

"Yes."

"This matter... it must remain a secret, not to be disclosed," Shen Wanshan instructed gravely, "teach him some new forging spells and say that the spells he has mastered were taught by you."

"Understood!" Chen Xianwei nodded promptly.

Seeing Shen Wanshan brewing tea, he tactfully excused himself and left.

"Alas, ever since Qi Big Brother left, many eyes have been on Qi Yuan, wondering if they’re after... the Forging Technique or something else?" Shen Wanshan was somewhat worried.

The Shen Family, though extensive and considered a noble clan in Ning Country’s capital, couldn’t figure out the covert forces observing Qi Yuan despite a lengthy investigation, sensing deep waters behind it.

Now that Qi Yuan had displayed his powerful talent for artifact refining, Shen Wanshan didn’t know whether to be happy or concerned.

...

At seven o’clock in the evening, night fell and a black fog enveloped Fengshan Prefecture.

Aside from some wealthy families’ young masters, most citizens had already gone home early.

Due to the lack of entertainment activities in this era, procreation also became one of the few entertainment activities for the poor.

Unlike the pitch blackness of most of Fengshan Prefecture, the ghostly lights of the Ghost Market in the west of the city were bright, teeming with people coming and going, a bustling scene.

Currently, at a small stall, an elderly man and a youth had set up shop.

The old man looked a bit disheveled, with a bun in his mouth.

The young man was handsome, dressed in black, with an extraordinary demeanor.

This old and young pair were none other than Qi Yuan and Chen Kangbao.

Using a spell to change their appearances, they entered the Ghost Market to set up a stall, selling their own crafted magic artifacts to make some silver taels.

"Clearance sale, cheap magic artifacts for sale, last two days, don’t miss out!"

In front of their stall, a speaker broadcast a pre-recorded message, continuously shouting.

The speaker, out of place amidst the ancient atmosphere of today’s Ghost Market, naturally attracted the attention of many.

"Young man, your magic artifact is quite interesting. What level is it, and it even can repeat speech," a stall owner next door, an elderly man, enviously looked at Qi Yuan’s speaker.

If he had such a magic artifact, wouldn’t he save the trouble of calling out to customers?

"No level, are you interested in buying? It’s only 99 silver taels," Qi Yuan said.

"Cough, cough..." The neighboring stall owner laughed awkwardly.

silver taels, and it’s not even a graded item—was this a robbery?

In Ning Country, one silver tael could buy about one stone of rice, approximately over 500 pounds.

silver taels could buy a graded magic artifact, so who would buy one that only makes sounds?

"Young man, your magic artifacts... without certification and not standardized, are quite pricey. It will be difficult to sell," the stall owner next door remarked.

Although Qi Yuan’s speaker had attracted the attention of many in the Ghost Market and many asked for the price, most were deterred by the cost.

Especially since Qi Yuan’s magic artifacts were not certified and were not standardized, appearing odd and peculiar.

What if it was a scam?

Purchasing a magic artifact was no trivial matter. Spending so much silver naturally required careful consideration.

"Don’t worry, I have modern marketing strategies. Haven’t you noticed my speaker mentioning a clearance sale? Someone will definitely buy it!"

Such marketing strategies were common on Blue Star.

Often stores advertised ’clearance sale, last two days,’ and if you visited a month later, the sign still said the same.

The neighboring stall owner smiled and said no more.

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the Ghost Market.

Young Master Tu wore a mask on his face, flanked by a gentleman with a Longsword hanging at his waist, who seemed extraordinarily noble.