"Hey, don't you disbelieve me. I really did bring these things out of a secret realm. If I weren't desperate and out of money, I wouldn't be selling them."
Hearing the skeptical, teasing voices, the vendor immediately grew anxious and directly began defending himself.
"Heh, you think we'd believe that?"
"Exactly. That trick might fool children. To tell the truth, I stopped believing in this stuff back when I was still a mortal."
"Heh, when I first started cultivating, I earned my first pot of gold by using this very method to deceive people. It was a lower-grade Spirit Mountain, no less. But thinking about it now... sigh, it's all memories."
"Seriously, I may not be rich, but I can still afford a mere three hundred jin of Great Luo Divine Source. I'll buy all your divine jars and open them right here. If there's even one treasure inside, we'll let the matter rest. But if there isn't a single one, I'll kill you. How about it?"
At those words, the middle-aged vendor's face became troubled.
There was no way he could answer that.
"Uh, well... you know, I don't know what's inside the divine jars either. It's only natural if not a single good item comes out."
The middle-aged vendor wore a troubled expression.
As soon as he said that, wave after wave of contemptuous gazes fell upon him, and people gradually began to leave.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't go! Two hundred jin—two hundred jin per opening!"
"If that won't do, then one hundred jin! One hundred jin!"
Seeing the crowd leaving, the middle-aged man immediately panicked and hurriedly lowered the price.
But this time, no one was willing to pay him any attention. Not even one person turned back.
As the crowd was nearly gone, his face fell