Sky-High-Priced Spirit Artifact

Since the Commonfolk City was inhabited by mortals and those with inferior Spirit Root, Song Wen searched for quite a while before finding a rather large shop run by cultivators.

Song Wen entered the shop, a maidservant greeted him.

"Senior, what would you like to buy?" the maid asked respectfully.

Song Wen glanced at her disdainfully, his tone revealing contempt.

"You're not qualified to receive me. Get your shop manager out here to see me."

The maid did not feel any displeasure at Song Wen's derogatory remarks.

In the Cultivation World, strength is paramount.

Having little power, she was already used to being ordered around.

"Please wait a moment, senior. I will go and fetch the steward immediately."

After the maid finished speaking, she turned and walked towards the backyard of the shop.

Before long, led by a maid, an elderly man in the Foundation Establishment Early Stage strode out.

"Fellow Daoist, please call this old man out. What can I do for you?" the old man said.

Song Wen, disguised as a Foundation Establishment cultivator, naturally lost his previous arrogance when facing the old man. He cupped his hands in greeting and said...

"I have a Spirit Artifact that I wish to sell. I wonder if your shop accepts it?"

The old man said, "Of course I will accept it. May I ask what kind of Spirit Artifact you wish to sell? Could you please take it out so I can have a look?"

"This item is useless to ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators. But for Foundation Establishment cultivators who cultivate Thunder Method, it is definitely a treasure," Song Wen said mysteriously.

As he spoke, Song Wen flipped his hand, and a short spear two feet long suddenly appeared.

"This is it, fellow Daoist, please take a look." Song Wen handed the short spear to the old man.

The old man took the short spear and examined it carefully.

Suddenly, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

The old man frowned, looking troubled.

"Fellow Daoist, please forgive my poor eyesight, but I really can't see what's so special about this item. Isn't it just an ordinary low-grade spiritual Spirit Artifact?"

Song Wen snatched the short spear, a look of anger flashing across his face.

"You're incredibly blind. This is an extremely rare lightning-attribute Spirit Artifact. In the hands of Foundation Establishment cultivator who practices Thunder Method, it would be like adding wings to a tiger. I originally thought that since the Lei Clan is renowned for its Thunder Method, there must be someone who knows its value, so I came to Commonfolk City to sell it. I never expected to encounter someone as ignorant as you."

Song Wen's tone was full of displeasure as he turned and walked out.

This short spear originally belonged to Lei Tianyu and came from the Lei Clan's weapon-refining workshop.

The old man clearly recognized the treasure; he wouldn't let Song Wen leave so easily.

In a moment of urgency, he quickly moved, crossing several meters to block Song Wen's path.

"Fellow Daoist, don't be hasty. It was my oversight just now; I failed to recognize the extraordinary nature of this item. Now that you've mentioned it, I also feel that this treasure is no ordinary thing."

Blocked by the old man, Song Wen had no choice but to stop and said with dissatisfaction.

"I see you're not unaware of this treasure's extraordinary nature; you're just deliberately belittling it to drive down the price. Shops like yours often use such underhanded tactics when acquiring spiritual items; how could I not know?"

As if Song Wen had seen through his thoughts, the old man chuckled awkwardly.

"Fellow Daoist, you are truly slandering this old man. Not all members of the Lei Clan cultivate Thunder Method. I am not familiar with Thunder Method, and it is perfectly normal that I misjudged you for a moment."

After offering a few forced explanations, the old man gestured towards the backyard and continued speaking.

"Fellow Daoist, how about we go to the backyard to discuss this in detail?"

Song Wen shook his head. "Why go through all that trouble? If you're willing to buy, just name your price. If the price is right, I'll sell it to you; if not, the deal is off."

The old man's plan was to find a way to stall Song Wen and prevent him from leaving; at the same time, he secretly sent someone to inform Lineage, asking them to send people to arrest Song Wen as soon as possible.

Seeing that Song Wen was not easily fooled and was unwilling to follow him into the backyard, the old man had another idea.

"I'm willing to offer 50,000 Spirit Stone. What do you think, my friend?"

"Fifty thousand? Are you serious?"

Song Wen stared at the other party with a look of surprise, seemingly shocked by the price.

Ordinary low-grade Spirit Artifact sell for only four or five thousand Spirit Stone, and the purchase price from shops would be even lower.

The 50,000 Spirit Stone offered by the old man were an astronomical figure.

"How could I deceive you, fellow Daoist? Please wait a moment, I will send someone to fetch the Spirit Stone immediately, and we can exchange money for goods."

The old man summoned a maid and whispered a few instructions to her.

The maid hurriedly turned around and walked towards the backyard.

Song Wen looked at the old man with suspicion and asked in bewilderment.

"Is this short spear really worth fifty thousand Spirit Stone?"

"Of course, I've already sent someone to fetch the Spirit Stone. Do you still not trust me, fellow Daoist?" the old man said.

Song Wen's eyes darted around, as if he had suddenly realized something.

"Something's not right. Regardless of whether this short spear is worth 50,000 Spirit Stone, you can't possibly offer such a high price right away."

Song Wen moved swiftly, about to bypass the old man and rush out of the shop.

The old man's expression turned cold, and he made a sudden move.

A long sword suddenly appeared in his hand, thrusting straight at Song Wen's chest.

Caught off guard by the sudden attack, Song Wen dodged to the right, narrowly avoiding the longsword, but crashed into a wooden shelf used to display goods.

The wooden frame shattered instantly, scattering various low-level spiritual items all over the ground.

Song Wen staggered and staggered towards the shop exit.

"Someone, stop him!"

The old man only had the cultivation of the Foundation Establishment Early Stage, while Song Wen displayed the cultivation of the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage. He knew he was no match for him.

Two Foundation Establishment Realm guards rushed out from the backyard and chased after Song Wen.

At this moment, Song Wen had already fled into the street.

He leaped into the air, riding his sword as he soared into the sky.

Two Foundation Establishment Realm guards followed closely behind Song Wen.

The old man didn't chase after them; he waited inside the shop.

About several dozen breaths later, a figure suddenly appeared in the shop. The person was a beautiful female cultivator.

"Did you send a message to the Law Enforcement Hall saying that the suspected murderer of Lei Tianyu has appeared?" the female cultivator asked immediately.

Only then did the old man see the newcomer's face clearly, and he hurriedly bowed and said...

"Reporting to Elder Lei Weiyue, someone just came to sell Spirit Artifact that Lei Tianyu used."

Although Lei Tianyu has been dead for 120 years, his father Lei Jun still finds it difficult to let go of this matter.

Unable to personally kill the murderer of his son, Lei Jun felt as if a thorn was stuck in his heart, making him restless and unable to eat or sleep.

Therefore, even after all these years, he has never given up on finding the real culprit and has been having his clansmen search for clues.

This is why the old man could recognize at a glance that the short spear belonged to Lei Tianyu.

The female cultivator's name was Lei Weiyue. She was a Middle Golden Core Stage cultivator and the deputy hall master of the Lei Clan's Law Enforcement Hall.

Upon receiving a report from her subordinates that the suspected murderer of Lei Tianyu had appeared in Commonfolk City, she immediately rushed over herself.

If we can catch the murderer who killed Lei Tianyu this time, we will undoubtedly win the favor of the family head, Lei Jun.

"Where is he?" Lei Weiyue asked.

"I was incompetent and failed to stop him. However, Lei Da and Lei Hu have already given chase," the old man said.

"Which direction did they go?" Lei Weiyue asked.

"East," the old man said.

Lei Weiyue's figure disappeared into the shop.