"Fellow Daoist, are you sure you want this one? No changing your mind?" the stall owner asked with a faint smile. These Raw Stones were all his, and he knew perfectly well which were good, which were bad, and what their outward quality was like.
The one Chu Kuangren had chosen was undoubtedly among the very worst.
The chances of finding anything good inside were extremely low.
"I won't change it. This one will do," Chu Kuangren said with a smile.
Beside him, an old man who was also choosing Raw Stones saw how casually Chu Kuangren had picked and said, "It would be a miracle if you found anything good by choosing like that. Young man, stone gambling isn't as simple as you think."
"In this business, luck alone won't get you anywhere."
The old man had spent hundreds of years in stone-gambling circles and had a wealth of experience. He looked down most on people who relied on luck. In his view, a moment of good fortune meant nothing at all.
"Heh, thank you for the reminder, Fellow Daoist. I'm just playing around."
Chu Kuangren smiled and said nothing more. Seeing his unconcerned manner, the old man gave a soft snort, quite displeased.
"All right. I have someone here who specializes in cutting stones for customers. It only costs one high-grade spirit stone. How about it? Interested?" the owner asked.
"Sure."
"That comes to one hundred and one high-grade spirit stones."
After paying the spirit stones, Chu Kuangren had someone take his rough stone away to cut it open. The surrounding spectators all watched curiously.
Although they held little hope, there was no reason to miss the spectacle. Some were even hoping to have a laugh at his expense.
"Do you think this one will turn a profit?"