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Chapter 502: The Coffin's Wailing Infant
Chapter 502: The Coffin's Wailing Infant
"This trip to the Heavenly Abyss Treasure Fair has indeed been worthwhile. On the first day itself, I managed to snag two rare treasures at bargain prices."
"A piece of baleful flesh and blood will be excellent for feeding my Spirit Gods or transforming into Yin Mud Flesh."
"And this mysterious spirit seed, shaped like internal organs, was a steal. I only had to trade a Xuan Yin Dan and a thousand spirit stones for it. Quite a profit."
Although the seed's variety, grade, and cultivation methods were all unknown, with Lu Chen's unique abilities, he could learn about spirit plants at any time.
If he hadn't wanted to browse the lower floors of the Treasure Pavilion, he would have already planted the seed to find out its specific information.
Having acquired two unexpected treasures, Lu Chen was in high spirits. He strolled leisurely from stall to stall, looking for unknown spirit seeds or materials suitable for spirit plant growth.
After walking for a while, he was drawn to a stone coffin displayed at one of the stalls.
The coffin was covered in mottled marks of time, bearing a grayish-black hue. Its four sides were engraved with vicious demons sporting blue faces and fangs. Using his spiritual sense, Lu Chen peered through the coffin's lid and saw a greenish-black wailing infant sealed within.
The infant's head and limbs were pinned to the coffin by long bronze nails engraved with dense and abstruse talismans, rendering it immobile. Its body was permeated with yin energy, and infant shadows constantly drifted out of its body, crawling along the inner walls of the coffin.
Sensing Lu Chen's probing spiritual sense, the greenish-black wailing infant abruptly opened its eyes, fixing a pair of hollow orbs on Lu Chen's direction.
"Keep staring, and I'll eat you," Lu Chen thought to himself.
He then inquired of the stall owner, "Fellow cultivator, what is the origin of this coffin? Is there any story behind the wailing infant within?"
"It was obtained from a mysterious secret realm," the stall owner, a female cultivator with high cheekbones and a stern expression, replied coldly. "The resentment within this wailing infant is extremely dense, and one's mind can easily be affected by it. The sealing artifact inside has loosened slightly, causing it to spawn many infant vengeful spirits."
"I'm quite interested in this coffin," Lu Chen said casually. "May I ask how many spirit stones it would take to acquire it?"
The fruit of the sacred infant in his Underworld courtyard needed to be fed with the vengeful souls of wronged infants, and the previous wooden infant had been almost completely drained by him. The wailing infant in this coffin would serve as an ideal replacement.
"Four thousand eight hundred spirit stones," the female cultivator stated.
"That's too expensive," Lu Chen haggled. "The most valuable part of the coffin, those few bronze nails, might not even be that effective, and we don't know what the coffin is made of."
"The wailing infant might be of great use to a demonic cultivator," the female cultivator conceded, "but for me, it would mean expending extra effort to purify them. How about this—I'll let it go for four thousand spirit stones."
Following the custom, Lu Chen drove a hard bargain, haggling several times before finally getting a sense of the female cultivator's bottom line. They settled on a price of four thousand two hundred lower-grade spirit stones.
"Fellow cultivator, here are the spirit stones," Lu Chen said, taking out the stones and offering them to the female cultivator. "Please have a look."
"Wait!"
Just as the transaction was about to be finalized, a sinister voice interrupted them.
Lu Chen turned to the source of the voice and saw a skinny old man with a pale face, surrounded by yin energy, approaching them.
"Xuan Yin Old Ghost!" The female cultivator exclaimed softly, a hint of fear in her voice for the skinny old man.
"Fellow cultivator," the skinny old man said, narrowing his eyes at Lu Chen, "this coffin is fated for me. How about you do me a favor and let me have it?"
Lu Chen felt a chill as the old man's gaze fell on him, and goosebumps rose on his skin involuntarily.
"Apologies, but I've already purchased this coffin," Lu Chen replied. "May I suggest you look for other treasures instead?"
Lu Chen's expression gradually turned gloomy as he said, "And what if I object?"
"The Golden Core cultivators of the Treasure Pavilion won't just stand by and let you get away with such forceful buying and selling."
Lu Chen gave the old man a sharp glance, committing his appearance to memory.
"I wouldn't dare go against the rules of the Treasure Pavilion, but once we're outside, that's another matter."
"Tracking down two cultivators with significantly lower cultivation levels than me shouldn't be a problem at all."
The old man swept his gaze over Lu Chen and the female cultivator, his tone carrying a veiled threat.
A hint of helplessness flashed in the female cultivator's eyes as she glanced at Lu Chen. "I apologize, fellow cultivator, but this old ghost has a formidable background. For my own safety, I've decided to sell him this stone coffin."
"As for you, I can compensate you with an additional two hundred spirit stones."
"This Xuan Yin Old Ghost is from the Extreme Yin Sect and is just a hair's breadth away from achieving the Golden Core realm. He's ruthless and treacherous, and he loves refining the souls of cultivators into spiritual tools for his use. No one knows how many cultivators have perished at his hands."
Just as Lu Chen was about to insist on claiming the stone coffin, a hurried and faint voice transmitted into his sea of consciousness—it was the female cultivator secretly sending him a message.
"Then it's up to you to decide. As for the spirit stones, forget about it."
Lu Chen's anger burned within him as he thought about the deal that had slipped through his fingers. He transmitted back to the female cultivator, "Fine, be that way. I'll remember this."
A cold smile appeared on the skinny old man's face as he took the stone coffin and gazed at the wailing infant within, his eyes filled with delight.
"Thank you, fellow cultivator, for graciously giving up this treasure. After the treasure fair ends, if I happen to meet you outside, I'll be sure to express my gratitude properly."
Before leaving, he deliberately stopped in front of Lu Chen, his words carrying a hidden meaning.
"I look forward to it," Lu Chen replied coldly.
Lu Chen's eyes glinted with a faint spiritual light as he scanned the skinny old man from head to toe.
Perhaps due to overconfidence, the old man made no attempt to conceal himself and openly revealed his true appearance within the pavilion.
"Little Vine," Lu Chen said to the vine spirit hiding within his sleeve, "remember this person's aura. After the Abyssal Treasure Fair ends, I want you to help me find him."
The vine spirit, named Yao Gui Teng, was extremely sensitive to various auras and would be able to track down the skinny old man later.
Additionally, the Void Nightmare Eyes outside the Treasure Pavilion could also sense the old man's presence and follow him.
Lu Chen, who had cultivated for many years, rarely encountered someone forcefully taking something he desired. While he was usually cautious, he found it hard to swallow this insult.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
Since this skinny old man liked refining vengeful souls, he must have quite a few corresponding spiritual tools on him. Lu Chen could take them for himself, saving him a large sum of spirit stones.
As for the old man's perfected Foundation Establishment cultivation, Lu Chen wasn't too concerned. With a surprise attack and the numerous fifth-grade spiritual tools he possessed, Lu Chen was confident in his ability to succeed.
"If you want to meet me outside so badly, I'll satisfy your small request. Our first meeting will also be our last."
"I hope you make good use of your time and gain some valuable treasures, so I won't be disappointed later."
Lu Chen made a mental note of the skinny old man in his little black book and continued browsing, his desire to hunt for bargains waning. He returned directly to his room.
(End of Chapter)
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