Myriad Treasures Pavilion's Business

On the streets of Luoyun Town, people came and went, bustling with activity.

Chen Chen walked through the crowd, his expression calm. However, his powerful divine soul strength made him like a detached observer, clearly perceiving everything around him.

He could hear the storyteller in the teahouse recounting the legendary tales of a certain sect's genius.

He could hear the clanging sounds from the blacksmith's shop, and the arguments of several mercenaries over the price of a weapon.

He could also smell the faint medicinal aroma drifting from the pill shop, and the rich scent of alcohol from the adjacent tavern.

This was a vibrant, lively cultivation world, full of worldly charm.

It was completely different from the oppressive, closed environment in Qingyang City before.

Chen Chen quickly found his target.

In the center of town stood a three-story pavilion. A large plaque hung above the entrance, inscribed with three grand characters written in a flowing hand: "Myriad Treasures Pavilion."

This was the largest and most renowned trading establishment in Luoyun Town.

It was said that anything could be bought here, as long as you could afford the price.

Chen Chen tidied his clothes and stepped inside.

Upon entering, a mixed scent of medicine, ink, and faint Spiritual Energy wafted towards him.

The hall was extremely spacious, lined with shelves made of precious wood.

The shelves were filled with a dazzling array of goods.

There were gleaming weapons, lustrous pill bottles, ancient and yellowed talismans, as well as strangely shaped Demonic Beast materials and ores.

Several shop assistants, dressed in uniform attire, were smilingly attending to customers.

Chen Chen's gaze swept across the hall without lingering, and he walked directly towards the counter.

Behind the counter sat a middle-aged man with a goatee, wearing a brocade robe.

He was holding a small abacus, clacking away as if calculating something, without even looking up.

But Chen Chen could sense that this person's cultivation was at the Second Level of Qi Condensation.

The shopkeeper of a mere establishment possessed the cultivation of the Second Level of Qi Condensation; the background of this Myriad Treasures Pavilion was likely not simple.

"Esteemed guest, what would you like to buy, or perhaps sell?" the goatee shopkeeper asked casually, without lifting his eyelids.

"Selling something," Chen Chen's voice was deliberately deepened to sound hoarse.

The goatee shopkeeper's movements paused, and he finally looked up.

His small eyes, like a falcon's, scanned Chen Chen up and down.

When he sensed Chen Chen's aura of the Seventh Level of Body Tempering, a hint of imperceptible disdain flashed in his eyes, but his expression remained polite.

"Oh? May I ask what treasures the esteemed guest wishes to sell?"

Chen Chen cut to the chase, directly taking several items from his Storage Bag and placing them on the counter.

A low-grade Black Tier Blood Fiend Saber Technique manual.

Several bottles of healing pills collected by Wang Zhan, which he had no use for.

And some good quality materials obtained from Demonic Beasts.

When the goatee shopkeeper saw the Blood Fiend Saber Technique manual, his pupils contracted slightly.

A low-grade Black Tier martial skill!

In a place like Luoyun Town, this was already considered a top-tier treasure.

How could a mere martial artist at the Seventh Level of Body Tempering produce such an item?

The disdain on his face instantly subsided considerably, replaced by the shrewdness and scrutiny characteristic of a businessman.

"Esteemed guest, the provenance of these items of yours... is it clean?" the goatee shopkeeper asked meaningfully.

He suspected that this young man had killed some expert and obtained these spoils of war.

Although their Myriad Treasures Pavilion did accept such illicit goods, the price would naturally be suppressed.

Chen Chen sneered inwardly; he had long anticipated such a question.

He said with an unchanged expression, "Shopkeeper, rest assured, I was fortunate enough to obtain these items from an ancient cultivator's cave dwelling. Their provenance is absolutely clean."

As he spoke, he circulated the Nine Nether Soul Refining Art.

An invisible, powerful divine soul pressure, far exceeding his apparent cultivation, silently enveloped the goatee shopkeeper.

The smile on the goatee shopkeeper's face instantly froze!

He felt as if his mind had been struck by an invisible, heavy hammer, leaving him dizzy and his spirit shaken!

He looked at Chen Chen before him in horror, his small eyes filled with shock and disbelief!

What... what was going on?

How could a martial artist at the Seventh Level of Body Tempering possess such terrifying divine soul strength?

This divine soul pressure was even several times stronger than his own, as a cultivator at the Second Level of Qi Condensation!

Could it be...

A terrifying thought surfaced in his mind.

Could it be that this young man before him wasn't at the Seventh Level of Body Tempering at all!

He was a peerless master who had hidden his cultivation! Or perhaps, a genius disciple from a super sect on a trial!

He was deliberately suppressing his cultivation, just to play the pig and eat the tiger!

The goatee shopkeeper's back was instantly drenched in cold sweat.

He no longer dared to underestimate the young man in the slightest. He quickly bowed and said in a tone that was almost fawning, "Senior! It was this junior who had eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai. I have offended you greatly; I hope Senior will forgive me!"

His address had directly changed from "customer" to "senior."

Chen Chen chuckled inwardly. This Nine Nether Soul Refining Art was indeed effective.

This was the effect he wanted.

He calmly withdrew his spiritual pressure and said in his still hoarse voice, "Shopkeeper, can we discuss the price now?"

"Yes! Of course!" The goatee shopkeeper nodded vigorously, cold sweat streaming down his forehead. "Senior, we at the Myriad Treasures Pavilion will purchase all of these treasures of yours!"

He picked up the Blood Fiend Saber Technique, flipped through it carefully a few times, and said, "This Low-grade Black Tier martial skill is in good condition. This junior will make the decision and offer you three hundred Low-grade Spirit Stones!"

Three hundred!

This price was already quite fair.

Chen Chen nodded.

"These few bottles of pills are all top-grade healing pills. Fifty Spirit Stones per bottle, so three bottles will be one hundred and fifty."

"And these Demonic Beast materials are also good stuff. I'll give you one hundred Spirit Stones for them."

"A total of five hundred and fifty Low-grade Spirit Stones! Senior, what do you think of this price?" the goatee shopkeeper asked tentatively.

"Fine," Chen Chen replied concisely.

His purpose for coming this time was to exchange for Spirit Stones, and as long as the price was fair, he was satisfied.

"Alright! Please wait a moment, Senior!"

The goatee shopkeeper, as if granted a great pardon, quickly took out a Storage Bag from under the counter, counted out five hundred and fifty Low-grade Spirit Stones, and respectfully handed them to Chen Chen.

"Senior, here are your Spirit Stones. Please check them."

Chen Chen took the Storage Bag, scanned it with his divine sense, confirmed the quantity was correct, and then put it away.

"Oh, right," he said, as if remembering something. "Do you have any better quality weapons here?"

His previous steel saber was just ordinary iron and had already developed several nicks when he fought Wang Lie.

Now that he had entered the Qi Condensation Realm, that saber was completely inadequate for his strength.

"Yes! Of course!" the goatee shopkeeper quickly replied. "Senior, the best weapons in our Myriad Treasures Pavilion are in the VIP room on the third floor. This junior will take you up!"

"No need, I'll just look around on the first floor," Chen Chen waved his hand.

He didn't want to be too conspicuous.

"Yes, yes, yes." The goatee shopkeeper dared not disobey in the slightest. He quickly walked out from behind the counter and personally led Chen Chen.

"Senior, look at this 'Wind Chasing Sword.' It's a Low-grade Spirit Tool. The blade is forged from a hundred-year-old cold iron, incredibly sharp. When activated, it can also unleash a wind blade. It costs three hundred Low-grade Spirit Stones."

"And this 'Thick Earth Saber' is also a Low-grade Spirit Tool. It's powerful and heavy, with astonishing defensive capabilities. It costs three hundred and twenty Low-grade Spirit Stones."

The goatee shopkeeper introduced them enthusiastically.

Chen Chen's gaze swept across rows of weapons, finally stopping at a plain black longsword.

The sword had no ornate decorations, its blade was dull, and it lay quietly on the shelf, unremarkable.

But Chen Chen could feel that this sword seemed to contain a restrained sharpness.

"What is this sword called?" Chen Chen pointed to the black longsword and asked.

The goatee shopkeeper glanced at it, a hint of difficulty appearing on his face. "Senior, you truly have a discerning eye. This sword is named 'Ink Shadow,' and it is also a Low-grade Spirit Tool. However... it's a bit strange."

"Oh? How is it strange?" Chen Chen's interest was piqued.

"This sword was obtained by our Myriad Treasures Pavilion from some ruins. It is incredibly hard and exceptionally sharp, but no matter what method is used, no mark can be left on it, nor can it be refined. It's like... a natural sword embryo, unable to have True Qi infused into it, nor can its spiritual essence be activated."

The goatee shopkeeper explained, "Therefore, although it is a Spirit Tool, it's actually no different from a sharper piece of ordinary iron. We studied it for a long time after acquiring it, but we couldn't figure it out, so it's been sitting here. If you want it, you can have it for one hundred Low-grade Spirit Stones."

Unable to be refined? Unable to have True Qi infused?

Chen Chen's brow furrowed slightly.

He reached out and took the longsword named "Ink Shadow" into his hand.

The longsword felt cold and heavy in his grasp.

He attempted to infuse a trace of True Qi into it.

As expected, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, without the slightest reaction.

However, just as he was about to give up, the Asura God Transformation Art within his body suddenly began to circulate on its own, without any warning!

A trace of faint True Qi, tinged with bloody malevolence, flowed along his arm and into the Ink Shadow Sword!

Hummm--!

The originally lifeless black longsword suddenly emitted a faint sword cry, audible only to Chen Chen!

Upon the sword's body, a barely perceptible blood-red glow flashed and vanished!

Chen Chen's heart leaped.

This sword could actually absorb his Asura True Qi!

This was definitely a treasure!

He suppressed the wild joy in his heart, his expression unchanged, and said to the goatee shopkeeper, "This one."

"Coming right up!" The goatee shopkeeper, seeing that he had finally sold off this "useless" item, also wore a delighted expression.

Chen Chen paid one hundred Low-grade Spirit Stones, put away the Ink Shadow Sword, and turned to leave.

However, the moment he turned, his divine soul felt an extremely faint stinging sensation.

He walked towards the door as if nothing had happened, but his peripheral vision caught sight of a thin, black-clothed man in the corner of the hall, selecting herbs.

That person seemed to have been staring at him just now.

A faint, malicious divine sense emanated from that person.

He had been targeted.

A killing intent flashed through Chen Chen's mind.