Sky-High-Priced Spirit Artifact

Because Commonfolk City was inhabited by mortals and people with poor spiritual roots, Song Wen searched for quite a while before finding a fairly large cultivator shop.

Song Wen entered the shop, and a maidservant came forward to greet him.

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

Song Wen cast her a disdainful glance, his tone steeped in contempt.

"You are not qualified to receive me. Have your shop's manager come out and see me."

The maidservant felt no displeasure at Song Wen's disparaging words.

In the cultivation world, strength reigned supreme.

With her meager strength, she had long grown accustomed to being ordered about.

"Please wait a moment, Senior. This junior will go invite the manager at once."

After speaking, the maidservant turned and headed toward the shop's rear courtyard.

Before long, led by the maidservant, an elderly man at the Foundation Establishment Early Stage strode out with his head held high.

"Fellow Daoist, you called this old man out. What guidance do you have for me?" the old man asked.

Song Wen was disguised as a Foundation Establishment cultivator, so naturally he no longer displayed his earlier arrogance before the old man. He cupped his hands and said,

"I have a spirit artifact I wish to sell. I wonder whether your shop purchases such items?"

"Of course we do," the old man said. "What spirit artifact does Fellow Daoist wish to sell? Could you take it out for me to inspect?"

"To ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators, this item is little more than chicken ribs—tasteless to eat, yet a pity to discard. But to Foundation Establishment cultivators who practice lightning arts, it is absolutely a treasure," Song Wen said mysteriously.

As he spoke, Song Wen flipped his palm, and a two-foot-short spear appeared in it.