Causing a sensation, waiting for the best offer. After obtaining the spirit stones and spirit milk, Lu Xuan gave the stall owner a warning with a veiled threat, then took his leave.
Having received such a large sum in compensation, he was in excellent spirits. The awful mood from having the stone coffin snatched out from under him earlier, and then buying a fake spirit seed, instantly vanished like smoke and clouds.
He was not worried that the stall owner would report him.
If the stall owner had the courage to expose the fact that Lu Xuan had extorted him, it would only achieve the effect of injuring the enemy by one hundred while damaging himself by one thousand. Lu Xuan would not even need to make a move; Treasure Pavilion and the many cultivators the man had deceived would leave him with unforgettable memories.
As for the possibility that the stall owner might come looking for trouble with Lu Xuan after the treasure fair ended, he was even less worried about that.
He had been thinking the spirit stones he had obtained still were not enough anyway! "To those fellow Daoists who were deceived, I can only say sorry. Just spend those two thousand-plus spirit stones to buy yourselves a lesson!"
Lu Xuan thought to himself.
As an Orthodox Daoist Cultivator, he had a little sense of justice, but not much.
If he helped those strangers—who might even be Evil Cultivators—recover their losses, then he himself would earn far fewer spirit stones. Going around looking for them one by one would also be troublesome, so he might as well fatten his own pocket.
After returning to his room, he took out the small pale-green bottle.
He carefully opened the mouth of the bottle. Inside was half a bottle of