"Not bad. It has a touch of the extraordinary." The shopkeeper had a sharp eye and immediately spotted that the hand bone was no ordinary thing. It was certainly worth more than a mere "touch of the extraordinary," but in his line of work, even heavenly peaches had to be disparaged as rotten fruit on the ground. He had to bluff when he could, intimidate when he could, and buy low and sell high to make a profit.
If the other man hadn't claimed it was a family heirloom and spoken with such confidence, and if the Myriad Treasures Pavilion weren't far from the only shop that could take an item like this on consignment, he wouldn't even have said it had "a touch of the extraordinary."
The frail scholar's eyes widened, and his voice rose. "It's far more than a touch of the extraordinary! My ancestor obtained this hand bone from a suspected immortal's tomb. Even without being refined, it has the power of a Treasure Weapon. Once activated, anyone it touches dies on the spot. It can also drive away evil spirits and ward off curses!"
He had some idea of the hand bone's value... the shopkeeper thought to himself. He looked the scholar up and down, then said thoughtfully, "How much do you want to get for it?"
The frail scholar gritted his teeth. "It's worth at least five Low-grade Precious Weapons!"
"Five Low-grade Precious Weapons?" The shopkeeper put on a look of shock and astonishment. "Have you lost your mind? You want five Low-grade Precious Weapons for it?"
Overwhelmed by the shopkeeper's imposing manner and reaction, the frail scholar shrank back a little, looking somewhat timid. "Shopkeeper, how much do you think it's worth?"
The shopkeeper took the hand bone, black with a faint gleam of