Natural Fairy Species

  Chapter 57 Convert zero to whole (please recommend!)

  If the Mozhu Sword is worth 500 spirit stones as a benchmark, it can be calculated.

  Flying swords with hardware are common, and the price fluctuates around 600 spirit stones.

  The Chigai Orb Umbrella has a low-demand attribute, and so many orbs are extravagantly added, it is not too much to claim 800 spirit stones.

  However, the money is too shy, so I can only bargain hard.

   "These two magical artifacts have been stored for a long time. They are stored in Wanbao Pavilion and cannot be circulated. No matter how valuable they are, they are dead objects."

  Bai Zichen had to admit that the magic weapon in Wanbao Pavilion was obviously higher than the magic weapon produced by his own Zongmen's Artifact Refining Hall.

  Perhaps it is because the sect's inner craftsmen have lost market competition and lost the motivation to update their business.

   "And I bought two at a time, so it's naturally cheaper."

   After all, Zhilang was reluctant to let go of such a large amount of business, so he put away the three wooden boxes and said that he would apply for prices with the person in charge of the branch.

  Bai Zichen was not in a hurry, took a sip of a cup of spiritual tea, and signaled that he was waiting here.

  The woman in court clothes stood quietly beside her, and she, a mortal, would not be able to intervene in this kind of magic weapon transaction process.

   At this time, when he was free, he hurriedly stepped forward to refill the water, and then walked slowly to Bai Zichen's side, and a pair of catkins rested on his shoulders and began to massage gently.

  One transaction was close to a thousand spirit stones. She had never dealt with such a high price of a single spirit stone in more than half a year as a confidant.

   "Fellow Daoist, I have wasted a lot of energy, and the higher-ups agreed to lower the price..."

  Zhi Lang trotted all the way back, showing nine fingers with both hands.

   "Nine hundred spirit stones, money and goods are clear. Daoist friends can make a lot of money, which means that you can buy a hundred refining silkworm clothes for a hundred spirit stones."

   "Eight hundred and fifty yuan! No one in the market can offer a higher price than me, so it's time to sell!"

   "Eight hundred and ninety yuan, I don't need any personal commission, just be a friend of Daoist friends!"

   "Okay, I will also make my friend, brother, and add another ten yuan!"

   "Eight hundred and eighty yuan, one piece can't be less... I will definitely be scolded by the higher-ups for this price. You can ask me later."

   "Eight hundred and seventy yuan, my last bid, I will leave immediately if there is one more spirit stone."

  Bai Zichen drank two cups of spiritual tea in a row. This bargaining was more intense than a fight, and his mouth was dry.

   "Forget it, let's sell it at a discount from my Wanbao Pavilion... It's only 870 spirit stones, and you can take these two magical artifacts with you if you pay."

   "What's the rules for purchasing magical artifacts and elixirs in Wanbao Pavilion... the spirit stones are a little short in the hands..."

  Bai Zichen coughed in embarrassment. Including the scraps from the Que Shuangwolves in his storage bag, there were only three hundred and thirty spirit stones in total.

   "What! Are you trying to amuse me... Wanbao Pavilion is not a small street shop, so I must give an explanation!"

  Zhilang was really in a hurry this time, and jumped up.

   "Brother, don't be impatient. I just said that I don't have enough spirit stones, and it's not that I don't want to buy them... I remember that Wanbaoge also has a recycling business. I have other items to make up for the lack of spirit stones."

  Bai Zichen touched his nose, and placed two magic tools and a bottle of elixir on the table.

   "That's the best... But Wanbao Pavilion recycles, and the price can only be given to 80% of the market. If you think it's too low, you can set up a stall and sell it yourself."

  Zhi Lang snorted twice, took the magic vessel on the table and examined it carefully.

   "Smoke-spraying gourd, a stream of poisonous smoke was smelted inside. The monks in the mid-stage of qi-refining felt dizzy and nauseous after smelling it, and wanted to vomit... This lethality is too weak, and it can kill eighty-five spirit stones."

   "Huh? This bone whistle is a bit interesting... There are still artisans in Montenegro who are making this kind of disposable magic weapon?"

  Bai Zichen took out the loot captured after killing the brothers of the Que family last time, and happened to use the Wanbao Pavilion to launder the loot.

  Zhilang presumably took up the job of a treasure appraiser, and when the two magical artifacts were in his hands, he could report the specific uses in the blink of an eye.

"The bone whistle itself can only be regarded as a middle-grade magic weapon, but the lethality it erupts is at the top of the top-grade magic weapon... This is a one-time magic weapon, which turns into a bone and a sharp arrow to attack the enemy. Regardless of the result, the bone whistle will Turned into a puddle of bone meal."

   "This value is higher... It can be worth one hundred and twenty spirit stones."

   "Yo, Purple Ginseng Pill, this elixir is not common. The appearance is perfect and the potency is intact. Such a bottle is worth two hundred and forty spirit stones."

  Zhi Lang glanced at it, and became more and more sure of Bai Zichen's identity. This kind of elixir, which has the effect of improving cultivation in the late stage of Qi refining, rarely flows into the hands of casual cultivators.

  Even if you get it by chance, you won't take it out and sell it for Lingshi easily.

   Take them apart, go to a stall in the square and sell them one by one. You can sell at least forty-five spirit stones a piece.

  Bai Zichen calculated silently, and the total was only four hundred and forty-five spirit stones. He gritted his teeth and took out the water purification bottle, and threw a blank storage bag on the table.

   "A medium-grade magic weapon, the refining technique is quite ingenious, counting as a hundred spirit stones..."

   "Second-hand storage bag, seventy-five spirit stones..."

  Bai Zichen touched another two hundred and fifty spirit stones, and finally got together the huge sum of money.

   "Okay, Fellow Daoist, check again. Once the money and goods are cleared, there is no return of the goods after leaving Wanbao Pavilion."

  The transaction was 10%, and Zhilang's smile warmed up again.

  Bai Zichen swept his consciousness, and knew that the Bailian Tiancan Clothes and Chigai Baozhu Umbrella in the wooden box were genuine products, and they had not been exchanged.

   Put it away in his storage bag, sat down and chatted for a few more words.

   This shopping trip allowed him to see the products sold in Wanbao Pavilion. Although they are a bit expensive, the quality is indeed good.

  After the foundation is established, if you don’t get to know the master craftsman to customize it for yourself, you may have to come to buy the spiritual weapon again.

   After chatting for half an hour, Bai Zichen pushed away the woman in palace attire who was getting closer and closer without a trace, got up and left.

  Zhilang stood at the window on the third floor of Wanbao Pavilion, staring at Bai Zichen's back gradually disappearing into the crowd, before turning around and entering a closed black room.

   "This person spent nearly a thousand spirit stones at a time. Have you put a secret mark on him?"

   There was a hoarse voice in the darkness, clearly in a secret room, what happened on the third floor of Wanbao Pavilion was clear.

Zhilang shook his head, and said thoughtfully: "No, I don't think this person is simple. Although he only has the sixth level of Qi Refining, but at the moment when he was about to impose a secret mark, his intuition told me that I would fail and be discovered by the other party. Think After thinking about it, I just gave up, unlike the casual cultivators who have no roots, they are either disciples of the Qingfengmen, or direct descendants of those few immortal cultivating families."

   "...It's a pity, the two artifacts plus other things on this person, probably enough for us to make up a foundation-building spiritual object."

   "Be more stable recently. Although my secrets are not easy to be discovered, and you try to stay away from the market as much as possible, but if you do too many times, you will always let your feet go."

  Zhilang had a gloomy face, completely different from the kind and kind Chaofeng who greeted people with a smiling face before.

   "There is news that when the major issue over there is resolved, it will be launched in Heishan... This time, a piece of flesh will be cut off from Qingfengmen!"

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  (end of this chapter)