Big Data Cultivation Chapter 784

Chapter 784: Chapter 784: Someone intercepts (Second Update) Chapter 784: Chapter 784: Someone intercepts (Second Update) Strictly speaking, the stall owner was at the high tier of Qi Refinement, and deep down, he wasn't afraid of someone like Jing Qingyang who had sneaked in with a “work visa.”

But since he had reason on his side, why engage in a hard confrontation?

So he rambled on with his explanation, and in the end, he stated, “This piece of wood is worth this price, if you think it's expensive, feel free to buy another piece of wood. I'll burn it for you to smell…but let me be clear, if there's no problem, you can't back out of the purchase.”

“No need,” Chen Junsheng shook his head and spoke indifferently, “If there's no problem, we'll take this one.”

“Exactly,” Yun Buyao nodded vigorously, “We're not short on money…but what if there is an issue?”

The stall owner looked at her with interest and asked, “Then you tell me… what should we do if there is a problem?”

Although Immortals and mortals are certainly different, a mortal who could enter the Immortal Market shouldn't be treated as an ordinary mortal; his attitude was still quite acceptable.

Yun Buyao, however, was glaring at him with dissatisfaction, “If there's an issue… while others might let you burn a bit to try, don't always act so high and mighty, as if ordinary people can't afford it.”

The stall owner had been wondering if these three were sent by someone to cause trouble–wouldn't you resort to some tricks, after all?

Hearing this, he couldn't help but burst into laughter. It turned out to be a plain girl who couldn't stand being looked down upon by him.

After his laughter, he nodded arrogantly, “Fair enough, if I'm caught substituting inferior goods as superior ones, I'll pack up and leave… and never set up shop here again.”

He took out a small axe, chiseled off a piece of wood the size of a fingernail, rubbed it between his hands, and a unique fragrance wafted from his palms, refreshing the hearts and lungs of those around.

Despite the rain, because there had been some debate around their stall, twenty or thirty people had gathered to watch. Someone took a deep breath and called out in rapture, “Indeed, it's aged Sandalwood Spikenard.”

The stall owner, taking the opposition's ploy, picked up the axe and headed towards the large log, “I'll chop off a piece from this log to burn, so you can smell it and avoid any reluctant purchases.”

“No need!” Chen Junsheng called out loudly, “Whether you want to chop it down is up to you, but we've made up our minds, we're buying a smaller one.”

The stall owner, hearing this, was already very pleased; after all, selling one piece of wood was as good as selling any. But as he turned around, he couldn't resist his habitual urge to mock, “Heh, and here I thought you were going for the big one… It's three Spirit Stones per pound.”

Chen Junsheng spoke with a stern face, “Then I'll take the big one.”

“Ah?” The stall owner's mouth dropped open in astonishment, thinking this guy really couldn't handle a challenge, could he?

What he hadn't expected was that, even if he had not taunted the other party, according to the script, Yun Buyao would have “stood her ground” regardless.

The large log was weighed, and the net weight came to three thousand four hundred and ninety-six pounds and eight ounces.

Chen Junsheng directly rounded it to three thousand five hundred pounds, and then extracted a Storage Talisman to give to the other party, which contained ten thousand Spirit Stones–this was also a rule of the Fang Market. If you're willing to bring out ten thousand stones, why fret over that strap on top?

He then counted out five hundred Spirit Stones. After he had picked up the log, he pointed at the small Exotic Hound at the stall owner's feet, “I've rounded up the amount… How about giving that little dog to me as part of the deal?”

“That won't do,” the stall owner shook his head instinctively. He had found the little dog and didn't think it was worth much.

But having been in the Fang Market for a while, he was well aware of the deep schemes some people have. When making bundled purchases, often the add-on is the more valuable item, “I can give you a piece of Sand Buried Wood instead.”

He picked out the smallest piece of Sand Buried Wood and handed it over, considering he had earned over ten thousand, he wasn't fretting over a hundred or so.

Once the three visitors had left, the more he looked at his little dog, the more he felt it was out of the ordinary, “No, I have to get a bloodline identification for it… It's just ten Spirit Stones, what's the big deal?”

Chen Junsheng and his two companions stepped away, trailed from a distance by two individuals intent on figuring out their background.

In a society where lodging only costs twenty fragmented Spirit Stones, anyone who casually has ten thousand Spirit Stones on hand was definitely a fat sheep.

However, after following them for a short while, both felt a shock to their foreheads and simultaneously fainted.

When they regained consciousness, they checked themselves and realized they had been hit by a Divine Sense Attack, and from then on, they didn't dare bring up the matter anymore.

One who could unleash a Divine Sense Attack had to be at least at the Detachment stage, and the fact that they weren't silenced was already a stroke of great luck.

By the time Chen Junsheng returned the Sand Buried Wood, it was getting close to evening, but it was still bright out. Even with the rainy weather, there were still four to five hours left before darkness fell.

Feng Jun was fishing by the river with Huang Fu WuXia, and upon seeing that he had retrieved the Sand Buried Wood, she immediately handed it over to her.

Huang Fu WuXia examined the Sand Buried Wood, a fleeting brilliance in her eyes, “This is, this is… Aquatic Sandalwood Spikenard with a Thunder Attribute?”

“Mhm,” Feng Jun nodded, “With the core of Thunderstruck Wood, it's a Three Attributes Sand Buried Wood, plus the thunder, it's barely Four Attributes, right?”

The Thunder Attribute isn't among the Five Elements, but it's still an attribute. In fact, a Three Attributes Sand Buried Wood, plus the act of burning incense, would indeed be a proper Four Attributes–as doesn't burning incense require fire?

The most crucial thing is that the Thunder Attribute can fill the Gold Attribute, as thunder and gold are naturally attracted to each other.

Therefore, if you consider it, these more than three thousand jin of Sand Buried Wood can almost be considered as having achieved a perfection of the Five Elements, and moreover… it's based on the wood of Aquatic Sandalwood Spikenard. How much could that be worth?

Feng Jun had walked around the open market and found quite a few opportunities for picking up bargains; there was no helping it, his detection methods were simply too heaven-defying.

But after all the calculations, he felt that this project was relatively good– it wasn't too eye-catching, and the price difference was significant.

Even so, he didn't make a move himself– in case he was remembered by someone, it would not be convenient to pick up bargains in the future.

Chairman Huang Fu was already immersed in tremendous surprise, “Ha, when Feng Daoist makes a move, it is indeed extraordinary.”

The Tiantong Commercial Alliance is known for selling everything, but what it cares about most are all kinds of rare treasures from all over the world. Previously, the Nether Bead that Feng Jun had taken out was this type of item, and this time the harvest far exceeded her expectations.

After the ecstatic joy, she stamped her foot in frustration, “What a pity, it wasn't me who picked up this bargain… I could have identified it too.”

She felt a bit of regret that she hadn't persevered in this great endeavor of bargain-hunting.

“Alright,” Feng Jun cleared his throat, “You name your price for this item. If the price isn't suitable, I will take it back to my sect…”

Chairman Huang Fu composed her expression and this time she really didn't dare to mess around, “I can't price this item for you. However, it can be included in our Tiantong auction. You need to understand, such rare items don't have a standard price.”

“If an artifact refining master takes a fancy to it, it's one price, and if someone urgently needs this material for customizing a Magical Treasure, that's another price. The key is to see how much the buyers are willing to pay.”

An auction… Feng Jun wanted to broaden his horizons as well, but he was very clear in his mind that his current task was to develop discreetly and not attract too much attention.

Once he attracted a lot of attention, it would be inconvenient for him to pick up bargains– wouldn't people investigate the origin of the item once it was up for auction at Tiantong?

Feng Jun was sure that there was at least an eighty percent chance that someone would come to Qiuchen Market to investigate the matter.

His logic was as follows: once the item was auctioned, there would definitely be bidding, and bidding entailed the issue of winning and losing.

Those interested in this wood with the Thunder Attribute definitely had a need for it; never mind the losers, the winner might want to get more of it as well.

Take Feng Jun as an example; when he obtained the Soul Stone from the Ancestral Tablet of Maoshan, the first question was– where did your ancestral grandmaster acquire this item from?

When these people go to Tiantong to inquire about the goods' origins, Tiantong probably wouldn't betray the seller. With Chairman Huang Fu in the middle, it's doubly assured. But the origin of the goods… could be talked about.

This item wasn't stolen or robbed. It was picked up at a great deal by someone in Qiuchen Market and consigned to Tiantong for auction!

So… whether that short and stout stall owner would get into trouble, Feng Jun didn't know, but he did know that the buyer's image would definitely be publicized, which would affect his bargain-hunting and even his low-profile development.

So after thinking for a moment, he asked, “If this item goes to auction, how many Spirit Stones do you estimate it would fetch?”

Chairman Huang Fu pondered for a moment before slowly answering, “Fifty thousand… to one hundred and fifty thousand, maybe. If we're lucky, maybe it could sell for one hundred and seventy or eighty thousand. Two hundred thousand would be difficult.”

It's so hard to price this item; she didn't want to provoke Feng Jun again, so she was also in a difficult position.

Just then, Shangguan Yunjin suddenly spoke up, “If it's fifty thousand, there's no need for auction, I have a senior who would definitely want to buy it.”

Here came someone trying to cut in! Chairman Huang Fu glared at her fiercely, “Fifty thousand is the starting price. Even if no one buys it, my Huang Fu Family will, at worst it could be added to our clan's treasury… Who would miss out on such a rare and valuable item?”

“But it's not like I'm deliberately opposing you,” Shangguan Yunjin retorted with dissatisfaction. Although she was also at the Mid-stage of Qi Refinement and a Disciple of a major Sect, she didn't want to provoke this kind of 'second-generation' figure.

So she could only explain with some resignation, “The mission system of my Wuyou Platform includes such tasks, for materials that achieve or nearly achieve Five Element perfection… Chairman Huang Fu has acquaintances at Wuyou Platform too; if you don't believe me, you can check.”

How could Chairman Huang Fu not believe her? Wuyou Platform was such a powerful force. With several Golden Core cultivators, there would be no shortage of people willing to spend fifty thousand on this piece of wood; the one who posted the task was definitely in urgent need of it.

So she smiled slightly, “Then you can mention to the elders in your platform that you've heard the news that the Tiantong Commercial Alliance will soon auction a piece of Sand Buried Wood, wouldn't that also earn you mission points?”

Shangguan Yunjin kept silent, but internally she was severely discontented, thinking to herself about participating in the auction at Tiantong Commercial Alliance… Wouldn't that be squandering my Uncle-Master's Spirit Stones? And it's not even certain to win the bid!

Feng Jun was also a little displeased; Chairman Huang Fu was all right in every aspect but one– she liked to set the pace too much.

Had I agreed to hand it over to Tiantong for auction? Now she's made decisions for me.

He cleared his throat, “In that case, Daoist Shangguan, get in touch with Wuyou Platform for a moment, at sixty thousand Spirit Stones… I'll sell it.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than Chairman Huang Fu swiftly turned her head and asked in astonishment, “Daoist Feng, what exactly have I done to displease you again?”

Chapter end

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