Selling

"17.3 million?"

Aier felt a surge of joy in his heart.

This price was significantly higher than what Aier had estimated.

But when he thought about it, it made sense.

Bauhinia Castle was the power of the Purple Thorn Sovereign, representing the face of a Sovereign.

It was not established for the sake of profit.

Therefore, Bauhinia Castle would not try to drive down prices.

Moreover, the forging of a Soul Defense Artifact required such an incredibly high level of attainment in soul manipulation that there were very few experts in all of Hell capable of crafting one.

It was only because Bauhinia Castle was backed by a Sovereign that they could find such super-experts to forge Soul Defense Artifacts.

Even so, the Soul Defense Artifacts at Bauhinia Castle were in short supply.

Under normal circumstances, it would take nearly ten million years for a single Soul Defense Overgod Artifact to appear.

Beyond the scarcity of experts capable of forging them, the materials required for Soul Defense Artifacts were also extremely rare.

If he could successfully sell this Blood-Red Source Crystal, his status within Bauhinia Castle would likely see a significant boost.

At that moment, the smile on the face of the Bauhinia Castle staff member grew even sweeter as he asked Aier, "Sir, are you certain you wish to sell?"

"Aier, you bastard, how dare you steal the tribe's treasure?"

Just as Aier was about to agree, an angry voice rang out from behind him.

Aier turned around and saw a man with a twisted expression, though his eyes held a sense of gratification.

This person was one of the five Low-Gods among Aier's group.

His name was Carlson!

As Low-Gods who had refined a Godhead, they were at the very bottom of the Crimson Blood Tribe's god-level experts.

Coming to Caeles City with Lord West, their greatest purpose was merely to serve as "bait" or "sacrificial pawns."

It could be said that if they could not obtain a Mid-Godhead of the same attribute, they were nothing more than "discarded pieces" of the Crimson Blood Tribe.

The only difference was when they would be discarded.

Over the past million-plus years, of the more than ten Low-Gods who had achieved their status by refining Godheads, only five remained.

What about the rest?

They had all been "discarded"!

If everyone were treated the same, perhaps Carlson would have accepted his fate with equanimity.

However, the appearance of Aier made Carlson feel a subversive disparity.

Both of them had refined Godheads, and before doing so, he had already reached the limit of the Saint Realm, while Aier had only been at the peak of the Saint Realm.

But the difference in the treatment they received made Carlson despise Aier no matter how he looked at him.

He was a "discarded piece," while Aier's importance was ranked above Lord Morrison, and even Lord West had to rely on him.

There were many people inside Bauhinia Castle, and West had not placed any restrictions on Aier and the others, so West did not care when Aier left.

In his mind, the Inkstones on Aier had long since been exchanged for Godheads over a hundred years ago, and leaving now was likely just to broaden his horizons.

Only Carlson had followed Aier, harboring dissatisfaction in his heart, and thus intentionally trailed behind him.

The surrounding crowd, upon hearing Carlson's words, could not help but cast their gazes toward this spot.

West also walked over with Morrison, his expression stern.

If Aier had truly stolen a treasure from the Crimson Blood Tribe, then no matter how much West valued Aier's ability, he would certainly not let him off.

Even if he didn't kill Aier, he would at least have to use some rather cruel control methods to keep Aier in check.

After all, Aier's ability was simply too useful!

"Oh? I stole the tribe's treasure?"

Seeing that West had been drawn over, Aier smiled.

"Lord West, what do you say?"

"Does the Crimson Blood Tribe possess a Blood-Red Source Crystal?"

"I think that if it did, it would only be in the Space Ring of Lord Olga or yourself, Lord West, right?"

"Or are you, like Carlson, of the opinion that I have the ability to steal from you or Lord Olga?"

"Hahahaha..."

As Shier said this, the onlookers around them immediately burst into laughter.

In this world, where great power resided within oneself, no one would place their treasures in a treasury; they would keep them in their Space Rings.

As long as one did not voluntarily revoke the ownership, others could not forcibly open a Space Ring.

At most, one could only directly destroy the Space Ring.

However, if that were to happen, everything inside the Space Ring would be cast into the spatial turbulence and annihilated.

If one were lucky, perhaps ten or twenty percent of the items might remain.

Furthermore, there is another method: directly killing the owner of the Space Ring—and killing them so thoroughly that not even a clone remains—to potentially re-bind the ring and obtain the items inside.

The aura on Aier was merely that of a Low-God.

West was a Mid-God, and he was accompanied by a High-God guard wearing a Demon Badge.

Therefore, the strength of that person called "Olga" must surely be above that of this High-God Demon.

How could an ordinary Low-God possibly steal treasures from the Space Ring of a Mid-God, or even a High-God?

West's expression darkened.

At this moment, he had also seen the Blood-Red Source Crystal in the hands of the Bauhinia Castle employee.

Indeed, just as Aier had said, such an item would only exist in his father's Space Ring.

He did not believe he was qualified to carry such a precious treasure himself.

He cast a dissatisfied glance at Carlson.

If this guy hadn't made it clear here, he would have had plenty of ways to make Aier hand over everything once they returned to the tribe.

But this was inside the city, and furthermore, inside Bauhinia Castle; he dared not make a move here.

Besides, all these fellows around them were still eyeing them covetously!

"Aier, you are joking."

"As the young master of the Crimson Blood Tribe, I have not heard my father say that the tribe has had any treasures stolen."

"However, Aier, now that you are carrying such a precious treasure, you have already aroused the greed of many."

"If you trust me, I can send a message to my father, and after he arrives, he can escort you back to the tribe."

"There is no need to trouble Lord West and Lord Olga."

Aier shook his head: "I have already decided to settle down in Caeles City from now on and will not be returning to the tribe."

After speaking, Aier turned back to the Bauhinia Castle employee and said: "Sorry to trouble you, I am certain about the sale."

"By the way, I also need to purchase some items..."

West gritted his teeth, watching Aier interact with the Bauhinia Castle employee, feeling secret hatred in his heart.

At this moment, he still remembered how Aier had looked when he first approached him earlier.

This guy had simply treated him as a guard!

Now, sitting on over ten million Inkstone, Aier could easily purchase a house and settle down in Caeles City; it was countless times safer than the Crimson Blood Tribe.

Furthermore, if Aier wanted to become stronger, ten million Inkstone was enough for him to purchase a Mid-Godhead and a High-Godhead.

In other words, perhaps when they met again in a few thousand years, he might have to call Aier "Lord"!

"Hmph!"

Thinking of this, West could not help but glare at Carlson once more.

This glance made Carlson tremble with fear.

He understood that he was finished!