When he saw that Chen Lin had designs on his puppet-refining method, the fat cultivator's smile vanished.
"Not for sale!"
Chen Lin froze.
That certainly was blunt.
Still unwilling to give up, he smiled and said, "There's nothing in this world that can't be traded. It's only a question of whether the price is right. What would it take for you to sell it, fellow Daoist? Name your price."
The fat cultivator glanced at Chen Lin and frowned. "Not for sale means not for sale. What are you babbling about? What, are you going to force me to sell? This is the Market!"
As he spoke, he waved his hand impatiently.
Chen Lin was speechless.
But there was nothing he could do if the man refused to sell, so he could only leave in disappointment.
He wandered around the Market a little longer and managed to buy some materials he needed, even gathering enough ingredients for ten batches of Enlightenment Pills.
That left him with very few spirit stones again.
He reached the center of the street and looked at the shops on either side, wondering whether to sell some things for spirit stones. He still intended to buy a rank 1 mid-grade magical tool and two spells!
While he was deciding which shop to visit, Chen Lin suddenly noticed a crowd of cultivators outside one storefront. He had no idea what they were doing.
He also seemed never to have seen this shop before. It looked as though it had been put up temporarily.
Driven by curiosity, Chen Lin approached and saw three large characters on the signboard: Wuzhen Tower.
"Sorry to bother you, fellow Daoist. This is my first time here. What does this Wuzhen Tower do? Why are so many fellow Daoists lining up? Could there be