Burial Ground

"This is eighteen low-grade spirit stones more valuable than the low-grade magic item flying sword."

After glancing at Zhao Huaian, the burly man's smile gradually faded from his face.

He even impatiently urged, "I say, junior brother, are you buying or not? You ask about this and that, but the price is right there. It won't be much less."

"It's not that I'm eager for novelty, senior brother. I genuinely like every item on your stall and want to see if there's any room for a discount."

Zhao Huaian chuckled.

Then, he pointed to the silver needles in the wooden box and asked, "What about this box of silver needles? It looks like there are quite a lot. How much are you selling it for?"

"This is a mid-grade combined magic tool, an expensive item whose overall power rivals a high-grade magic tool."

The burly man's face was full of displeasure, and he said impatiently, "A common mid-grade combined magic tool on the market goes for about one hundred to two hundred low-grade spirit stones. Do you even have that many spirit stones, kid? Why are you asking around aimlessly?"

"And if I were genuinely interested?" Zhao Huaian continued to smile, facing the burly man's displeased expression.

The burly man glanced at Zhao Huaian, thinking the young man was just boasting out of youthful exuberance.

He snorted dismissively, "If you can truly afford it, I'll sell it to you for the lowest market price of one hundred low-grade spirit stones."

"And you'll throw in this low-grade magic item flying sword?" Zhao Huaian asked tentatively with a playful grin.

"Fine, if you can produce one hundred low-grade spirit stones, we can talk!"

The burly man had lost his patience and said coldly to Zhao Huaian, "If you can't, then leave quickly and don't block my business."

"Senior brother is generous!"

Zhao Huaian gave him a thumbs-up and took out one hundred low-grade spirit stones from his storage bag.

The one hundred low-grade spirit stones landed on the stall with a crisp clatter.

Looking at the one hundred low-grade spirit stones, the burly man was instantly stunned, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Senior brother won't go back on his word, will he..." Zhao Huaian said with a smile, looking at the burly man.

Greenwood Market had a patrol of guards, ensuring that all transactions were fair and open. This provided a certain level of protection for both stall owners and customers.

Therefore, relying on the safety of Greenwood Market, Zhao Huaian's courage grew even though the burly man's cultivation was significantly higher than his.

Hearing Zhao Huaian's playful words, the burly man's expression turned a bit ugly.

However, he was also an honest person and had never considered reneging on a deal or driving Zhao Huaian away.

He sighed deeply and said with a pleading look, "You can take this box of combined magic tool silver needles for one hundred low-grade spirit stones. Consider it a loss for me. However, I really can't give away this low-grade magic item flying sword. Otherwise, with the combined losses, I'll have worked for nothing these past few days."

"We should look out for the long term, senior brother. You're an honest person, so junior brother won't make things difficult for you. To give you face, I'll purchase this flying sword at its original price!"

Knowing he had gotten a great deal, Zhao Huaian laughed heartily and took out another eighteen low-grade spirit stones from his embrace.

Although Greenwood Market had the guarantee and protection of the guard patrol for all transactions, their agreement was just a verbal promise without any actual spirit stone exchange.

Therefore, if the burly man had been unscrupulous, he could have easily reneged on everything that had happened before.

However, the burly man was indeed trustworthy, having agreed to sell the box of combined magic tool silver needles for one hundred low-grade spirit stones.

Under these circumstances, Zhao Huaian naturally wouldn't haggle over a dozen low-grade spirit stones and annoy a cultivator whose cultivation was much higher than his own.

"Good, junior brother is also a straightforward person. Let's trade like this!"

Seeing Zhao Huaian take out another eighteen low-grade spirit stones, the burly man's face broke into a smile.

He quickly packed the low-grade magic item flying sword and the mid-grade combined magic tool silver needles and handed them to Zhao Huaian, saying, "My name is Shi Datie, from the Artifact Refining Hall. If you need to buy any other magic items in the future, feel free to come find me. Senior brother will only charge a small service fee, definitely lower than the market price."

"Senior brother is trustworthy, junior brother will return!" Zhao Huaian smiled and nodded, feeling a good impression of Shi Datie.

After collecting the two magic items, Zhao Huaian cautiously observed his surroundings. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he continued to wander among the stalls.

Knowing that Lin Zihao, a cultivator at Qi Refining Layer Six, intended to deal with him, Zhao Huaian had to purchase a large number of items to enhance his strength and ensure his survival.

He aimed to achieve a counter-kill and eliminate the threat permanently when the time came for Lin Zihao to make a move.

He browsed through the various stalls.

Soon, Zhao Huaian left Greenwood Market with great satisfaction.

Upon leaving, his storage bag now contained an array disk.

This array disk was a first-order mid-grade Soul Bewildering Array, which Zhao Huaian had purchased for over sixty low-grade spirit stones.

A first-order high-grade Soul Bewildering Array could be deployed instantly, trapping cultivators below Qi Refining Layer Eight for the duration of one incense stick.

Furthermore, within the Soul Bewildering Array, the overall strength of the trapped cultivators would also decrease to a certain extent.

However, because the Soul Bewildering Array was attached to an array disk, it could only be used a maximum of three times.

After three uses, the array disk would crumble into dust.

But that was enough.

Trading over sixty low-grade spirit stones for three chances to protect himself and weaken his enemies was, in Zhao Huaian's opinion, very worthwhile.

With all preparations complete, Zhao Huaian, carrying his bountiful harvest, swaggered out of Greenwood Sect and headed towards the nearest mission location.

A small boat shot through the vast waters like an arrow loosed from a bow.

Two days later, the small boat docked at a desolate island.

Zhao Huaian jumped off the boat.

With his hands behind his back, he tilted his head slightly, narrowing his eyes as he looked up at the sky.

In the distant sky, a figure could be seen, riding a flying sword and rapidly approaching this location.

"Just as I thought!"

"As I expected, you wouldn't give up this opportunity..."

"But since you've come... then stay here forever..."

Watching the rapidly approaching figure, Zhao Huaian shook his head, his hands behind his back tightly gripping a first-order mid-grade Soul Bewildering Array disk.

In just a few breaths, the figure descended rapidly from the sky.

The one who appeared was Lin Zihao.

"Junior Brother Zhao, your elder brother had quite a chase for the past two days. What? Could this be the place for your mission?"

Landing to the side, Lin Zihao looked at Zhao Huaian, whose expression was unchanged, and sneered.

Zhao Huaian shook his head and sighed, "This is not the place for my mission, but it is an excellent burial ground."