The Cultivator from Ten Years Ago

"What exactly is it?"

Feeling thoroughly speechless toward the Green Robe Old Man, Wei Suo nodded and followed the gaunt cultivator to the entrance of a narrow alley nearby, then asked.

The gaunt cultivator looked around and said mysteriously in a low voice, "What I'm selling is, strictly speaking, only a piece of information."

"A piece of information? Damn it!" The Green Robe Old Man immediately cried out, sounding utterly disappointed.

Wei Suo was somewhat surprised as well. "What kind of information?"

"Information about a spiritual artifact." The gaunt cultivator chuckled. "Go to the place I tell you about, and you'll obtain a Spirit Grade Magic Treasure."

"You mean I pay you some Spirit Stones, then you tell me where that spiritual artifact is, and I go retrieve it myself?" Wei Suo looked expressionlessly at the gaunt cultivator.

The gaunt cultivator smiled. "Brother, you truly are a clever man. You understood my meaning at once."

Wei Suo glanced at him. "Then how many Spirit Stones do you want?"

The gaunt cultivator hesitated. "Five hundred Low-grade Spirit Stones."

"Five hundred Low-grade Spirit Stones?" Wei Suo sneered. "I'll tell you where there's a Dao Tier Magic Treasure, and you give me one thousand Low-grade Spirit Stones. How about it?"

The gaunt cultivator's eyes bulged. "You know where there's a Dao Tier Magic Treasure?"

Wei Suo gave a smile that did not reach his eyes. "Even if I don't, can't I just make one up? You know where the spiritual artifact is, yet you won't retrieve it yourself. You only want five hundred Low-grade Spirit Stones to let me obtain a spiritual artifact worth at least six or seven thousand Low-grade Spirit Stones. Do you take me for an idiot?"

The gaunt cultivator shook his head. "So Brother thinks I'm making things up