Appraising Treasures

"Senior, I am truly sorry, but there is nothing I can do."

"How about this? Take this jade slip, Senior, and go to the Artifact Tower to find someone called 'Instructor.' He will definitely arrange everything for you."

And so it was.

Lu Jing stood at the entrance of the Hundred Treasures Pavilion, holding a jade slip as he looked back.

He truly did not know how to describe it. The man who had just been thumping his chest and making grand promises had brought out his master craftsman, only for that fellow to look left and right before directly admitting that his eye for treasures was lacking.

Artifact Tower.

The Instructor was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, his complexion waxy yellow, like a sick old tiger.

Yet the spiritual aura around him showed that he was a genuine Golden Core True Person. Upon seeing Lu Jing, the yellow-faced man cupped his hands and said, "Since Senior was referred by an acquaintance, why not explain your purpose?"

"I want a treasure appraised."

"Three hundred thousand lower-grade Spirit Stones. If we cannot satisfy Senior, we will not take a single coin." The Instructor held up three fingers.

Lu Jing narrowed his eyes slightly. He had only walked this far after leaving the Hundred Treasures Pavilion, yet the price had risen from one hundred thousand to three hundred thousand. Were these people treating him as some fat sheep ripe for slaughter? Three hundred thousand lower-grade Spirit Stones was no small sum. Eight lower-grade Spirit Stones were enough for a family of three to live in Heavenly Mechanism City for a month.

"Master Chen Scarface's master craftsman ranked ninety-seventh at the Myriad Treasures Convention. Of course, that ranking was backed by real skill—there were sixty thousand cultivators attending the convention.