The Turning Point

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.

Although no cultivator had yet asked Cheng Buzheng to refine a Magic Treasure, the shop had become far livelier than before.

In their conversations, these old foxes were all trying to probe just how skilled he was at artifact refinement.

Though several Golden Core cultivators had been tempted, they still had not fully made up their minds.

Clearly, these old ghosts were cautious by nature—old foxes who would not let go without first seeing the rabbit.

No matter how pleasant the exchange, they would always make excuses, saying they had yet to gather all the Spirit Materials and the like...

Cheng Buzheng could do nothing about it.

Afterward, he hired a Xiao Er to deal with the visiting cultivators, while he himself retreated into the rear courtyard for pure cultivation.

Only when someone had confirmed an order would Cheng Buzheng show himself.

Otherwise, he had no desire to converse with those old ghosts.

There was not the slightest meaning in it.

This day.

A burly middle-aged cultivator emerged from the Divine Axe Artifact Shop. He turned back and cast a deep look at the artifact shop behind him.

Then he turned and left.

Inside the shop, a young cultivator watched the burly man's departing figure with a calm expression.

At the young cultivator's side, a cultivator with the appearance of a sycophantic lackey cast a disdainful glance at the retreating strongman.

"Just twenty thousand mid-grade Spirit Stones, and he wants an Artifact Refiner of the Imperial Sovereign Immortal Clan to refine a low-grade Magic Treasure for him."

"I really don't know what he was thinking."

"Our clan traces its heritage back to the Imperial Sovereign Patriarch. In Immortal Alliance City, we are one of the foremost artifact shops—not some