A Piece of Trash Dared to Twist Black into White

"Sharp eyes, fellow cultivator. This stone is the treasure that anchors my stall. It sells for forty top-grade spirit stones—I guarantee you won't lose out."

The young stall owner spoke earnestly, recounting the stone's glorious history to Little White and doing everything he could to build up its value.

In truth, he had bought these three stones cheaply from the Zhang Clan of Origin Arts.

They were merely mid-grade materials with a bit of value. As for being anything exceptional, that was certainly a lie.

"Young man, don't try to fool this old fellow. These three stones together aren't worth even one top-grade spirit stone."

"One price: one top-grade spirit stone. I'll take all three!"

Little White said.

The young stall owner froze. Good heavens, this old man had pinpointed the value of the stones exactly. It seemed he had run into an expert.

Could he also be an Origin Arts Master?

Seeing that his bluff had been exposed, the young stall owner stopped pretending and sighed. "Old sir, you have to let me earn at least a little. One stone isn't even enough to cover my costs. I spent three top-grade spirit stones just acquiring these!"

Little White wore an unfathomable expression and held up two fingers, clearly giving off the air that he would leave if the price was not accepted.

"Fine, fine, fine, old sir. I'll treat this as opening business for the day. Three for you!"

The young stall owner gritted his teeth. Better to sell them off quickly than let them rot in his hands.

And so, the three stones fell into Little White's hands.

Just then—

"I'll offer half a top-grade spirit stone for those three stones. I'm taking them!"

The voice came from a burly man eight feet tall. He wore Black Lotus