Secondhand Dealer Holy Master Lin

Let the right people do the right things. That had always been Lin Xian's guiding principle. The prodigies could work hard out front while he leisurely reaped the rewards from behind.

Every trade had its master. When it came to tomb robbing, corpses, and reincarnation, no one knew more than Duan De. He was a Peerless Grandmaster of the field.

This time, Lin Xian swore on the Source Heaven Ancestor and handed him several pieces of information about the Myriad Dragon Nest. Duan De came rushing over, only to be told that if he wanted aboard, he had to pay with a copy of the Tribulation-Transcending Heavenly Art.

"What? The complete Tribulation-Transcending Heavenly Art? I don't have it." The fat Taoist looked distinctly guilty. "I'm just a lowly cultivator, an ordinary nobody. I don't have any grand background."

Lin Xian spat. If a man with connections like his counted as an ordinary nobody, there were hardly any big shots in the Myriad Realms.

"I won't take advantage of you for nothing. This time, we'll trade you an Immortal Scripture of equal value." Lin Xian coughed, patted Duan De on the shoulder, and pulled him close.

"Stop trying to fool me..." Duan De looked wary. Lin Xian had tricked him too many times; unless he saw the real goods this time, he would not budge.

No money to give, only a life to take. The fat Taoist immediately adopted the attitude of a dead pig unafraid of boiling water. After dealing with Lin Xian so many times, he had gotten the measure of him.

These people might swindle him, but they would not take his life. Otherwise, they had already had several chances to do it.

"It's real this time." Lin Xian was speechless. "We'll trade you the Tribulation Immortal Song."