The Journey of Immortal Cultivation
Chapter 124 - 91 Cultivator (Request for pink tickets)_2

Chapter 124: Chapter 91 Cultivator (Request for pink tickets)_2

The Three-Bearded Cultivator solemnly said, "Hongtao Ding! That’s the name of the Pill Furnace. A good furnace will have its name cast on the bottom the day it is made."

"Hahaha! Hongtao Ding, he actually said this is a Hongtao Ding, hahahaha!" Changtian suddenly burst into loud laughter without warning, his bold and magnetic voice like a sudden resonating Pan Bell, startling her so much that she jumped. Perhaps Changtian was laughing too heartily; he unintentionally mixed Divine Skills with his voice, which shook her Divine Soul, causing her chest to feel stuffy and nearly made her spit out blood.

"Little girl, are you alright?" The Three-Bearded Monk asked immediately as he saw her abruptly leap up and her face suddenly turn pale.

"Sorry, it wasn’t intentional." Changtian also realized he had inadvertently hurt her, and there was a trace of self-reproach in his voice, "Come to the God Demon Prison later, I’ll help you heal."

"It’s nothing, just an old ailment flaring up." She waved her hand, indicating she was fine. In truth, this was meant for that bastard in the God Demon Prison - who knew what madness struck him, nearly shaking her to severe injury. However, he had never lost his composure like this before; could it be proof that the small furnace she held was of great importance?

The Cultivator beside her grew impatient: "Little girl, what do you mean by just looking without offering a price? Do you still want this furnace or not? If not, let me have it quickly."

She composed herself and with a look of embarrassment said, "I’m very sorry, this furnace is indeed excellent, and I should have acquired it on behalf of my True Master. Unfortunately, I don’t have enough Spirit Stones on hand right now, and I cannot afford it." She was telling the plain truth.

The Cultivator scoffed: "It turns out you have no money! A poor ghost wasting so much time!"

He took out a storage bag from his bosom, picked out a pile of Spirit Stones, and started counting. The more he counted, the worse his expression became until finally he said falteringly, "Fellow Cultivator, I don’t have enough Spirit Stones on me, could you wait a bit? I’ll go to the recommendation area and retrieve the items I have stored there to offset the difference!"

Ning Xiaoxian internally rolled her eyes; this person derided her for being a pauper, yet he himself wasn’t well off either.

Before the seller could agree, the Cultivator had already hurriedly walked away.

The Three-Bearded Monk glanced at his retreating figure, then turned to Ning Xiaoxian and said, "Little girl, I quite like you, but I don’t care for that person. If you really want to buy this, I can lower the price for you."

He stroked his beard, as if he had made a significant decision: "Six hundred Spirit Stones, I’ll sell it to you. How about that?"

Ning Xiaoxian hesitated and said, "I appreciate your kindness, True Master. Unfortunately, I really don’t have that many Spirit Stones. Not to mention six hundred, I can’t even produce four or five hundred." She fiddled with the small furnace in her hand, which emitted bursts of purple light in the sunlight, making her somewhat reluctant to part with it. After she had purchased Spirit Rice, she only had a little over three hundred Spirit Stones left, and the elixirs she placed in the recommendation area hadn’t sold yet, so she truly could not afford the furnace.

The Three-Bearded Monk contemplated, "In that case, do you have something on you that can be worth as much as the Spirit Stones?" After a pause, he added, "Mortal silver works too. You can make up the remaining difference at the rate of one thousand taels of mortal silver for one Spirit Stone, which I would also accept."

He glanced towards the recommendation area and urged, "Make a decision quickly. Once that Cultivator returns, it would not be good for me to keep putting him off."

She did have a few treasures on her, with silver notes alone amounting to over 30,000 taels. If she exchanged them at his suggested rate, she could indeed get thirty Spirit Stones, but even if she took out all the four to five hundred-year-old ginseng and Lingzhi from her storage bag, she still wouldn’t have enough to make up six hundred Spirit Stones.

While she pondered, she noticed from the corner of her eye that the Three-Bearded Monk, though appearing calm, had a twinkling in his eye. A thought suddenly rushed into her mind:

"Why does he insist on selling the furnace to me when the other Cultivator clearly offered a higher price?" Once this thought arose, various questions flooded in, "The notion of ’fate’ is elusive; God has never bestowed upon me a protagonist’s halo that makes everyone love me at first sight, so why does this three-bearded man spurn silver, willing to earn less just to sell to me?"

"I have already made it clear that I do not have enough Spirit Stones, so why does he still ask if I have valuable items on me, to the point where even mortal silver will do? Isn’t mortal silver basically useless to Cultivators?"

"No one offers favors without an ulterior motive; either it’s treachery or theft. With so much irrational behavior from this man, there’s only one explanation that makes sense! That is—"

"This furnace is a fake! No matter how magical it looks, it’s just a swindler’s packaging."

With that realization, her eyes became clearer, and she looked at the Three-Bearded Monk and said, "I’m truly sorry, but all the items I have combined do not amount to six hundred Spirit Stones. It seems you can only sell it to that True Master."

The Three-Bearded Monk, with undiminished hope, asked, "Then, how much do you have? I’ll see if it’s appropriate to just sell it; it’s not a problem."

A slip of the tongue has finally occurred? While previously it was a suspicion, now she was eighty percent sure that this seemingly immortal figure before her was a swindler.

She showed a troubled expression and opened her hands, "Truly not much, better you sell to him. I won’t hold you up." After speaking, she began packing up her stall, ready to leave. Even after recognizing his deception, Ning Xiaoxian had no intention of exposing him. After all, he was a Cultivator, and she was just a mortal; she had no obligation to catch con men. Let the next victim take care of themselves, Granny is out!

Just when she thought to avoid the hassle, hassle wouldn’t let her go. The Three-Bearded Monk suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, whispering, "Little girl, are you leaving just like that?" (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, we welcome you to vote for it with recommendation tickets and monthly tickets at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)

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