“Fellow Daoist, where did you get these beggar-beating staffs?”
Wen Ruyu pointed at his own beggar-beating staff and asked through gritted teeth.
That despicable thief, stealing his weapon and then trying to sell it right in front of its original owner.
How shameless!
Wen Ruyu clenched his fists but held back. He couldn't act here.
If he dared to make a move, he'd instantly be crushed by the management personnel here.
It wasn't worth risking his life for a weapon.
Lu Ming glanced at Wen Ruyu. “Speaking of these staffs, they have quite a history.”
“Oh!?”
Wen Ruyu looked at Lu Ming with some surprise. “Fellow Daoist, do tell.”
He hadn't expected Lu Ming to actually be willing to explain the weapons' origin.
He might as well listen to how this thief stole his weapons.
After all, his and his companions' weapons had been lost quite inexplicably in the secret realm.
Lu Ming fiddled with a beggar-beating staff and said:
“Speaking of this staff! It has a long, long history.”
“Yesterday, just yesterday, I was piloting my spirit boat on my way...”
Wen Ruyu nodded. He and this person had entered Black Fiend City one after another today.
This person said he was traveling yesterday, so he wasn't lying.
Just then, Lu Ming’s voice continued:
“Suddenly, something fell from the sky, just three feet from my spirit boat. It was almost, just almost, the end of the continent and everyone on it.”
“Damn it, I don't know which thoughtless person was just carelessly tossing staffs around...”
Seeing Lu Ming cursing, Wen Ruyu was speechless. So, you just picked them up?
“What about these beggar-beating staffs?”
Wen Ruyu pointed at the pile of staffs nearby and asked again.
“Also picked up!”
“And these?”
Wen Ruyu then pointed at the Thousand Hands Sect's weapons and asked.
“Oh, also picked up...”
Wen Ruyu said angrily, “Fellow Daoist, are you messing with me?”
“Weren't you the one messing with me first?”
Hearing Lu Ming’s words, Wen Ruyu choked.
Indeed, asking about the origin of items in the black market was a bit overstepping.
“Are you buying or not?! If not, don't waste my time!”
“Buy! I'll buy them!”
Buying these weapons back would save a lot of trouble compared to forging new ones.
“Fellow Daoist, they’re a total of one million spirit stones, but I'll charge you six hundred thousand...”
“What? Six hundred thousand?”
Wen Ruyu couldn't help but exclaim.
It wasn't that he lacked composure; he simply hadn't expected them to be sold so cheaply.
It was more than a third cheaper than the market price.
Why did he suddenly feel like he'd stumbled upon a huge bargain?
“So, Fellow Daoist, do you want them? If not, don't interrupt my business.”
“Yes, yes...”
Wen Ruyu quickly handed Lu Ming six hundred thousand spirit stones, afraid Lu Ming would change his mind.
Wen Ruyu put away the beggar-beating staffs. Suddenly, his eyes flickered as he looked at the Thousand Hands Sect's weapons and those of other sects.
Especially a spirit sword and an alchemy furnace, which clearly weren't low-grade.
He quickly calculated in his mind: if he resold these, wouldn't he make a fortune?
“Hehe... Fellow Daoist, how many spirit stones for all your weapons?”
Lu Ming pulled out a price list from his storage bag and began to calculate:
“One times one is one, three times seven is twenty-one, March Eighth Women's Day... In total, it’s nine million nine hundred ninety-nine thousand, but you can just give me five million.”
Hearing Lu Ming’s quote, Wen Ruyu's breath hitched, and his face turned purple like an eggplant.
Seeing him like this, Lu Ming was also startled. This person wasn't going to suffocate himself, was he?
“Hey, hey... breathe, breathe. Don't die here and try to extort me!”
If he died at his stall, wouldn't that bring terrible luck?
“Oh... oh... breathe, breathe.”
“Hoo...”
Hearing Lu Ming’s reminder, Wen Ruyu also came to his senses and resumed breathing.
He excitedly looked over the items on the stall again:
Rich, rich, rich...
I can't handle such a big business!
At this moment, he even half-believed that Lu Ming had simply picked up all these items!
Otherwise, who would sell them so cheaply?
What's the difference between this and giving them away for free?
“Fellow Daoist, I'll take all these items. I need to send a message to a sect elder; please wait a moment.”
After all, as a mere small fry in the sect, he didn't have the authority to make such a large deal.
But if this deal went through, he believed his status within the sect would definitely improve.
Lu Ming looked up at Wen Ruyu:
“Hurry up.”
“Alright, alright...”
Hearing Lu Ming agree, Wen Ruyu quickly took out a sound transmission talisman from his storage bag and sent it.
A moment after the sound transmission talisman was sent, an old man, dressed even more shabbily than Wen Ruyu, appeared.
If Wen Ruyu’s clothes were full of patches,
then this old man's clothes were made entirely of patches.
“Where? Where? Is there a big business deal?”
As soon as the old man arrived, he impatiently called out.
Wen Ruyu clasped his fist:
“Elder Gou, this Fellow Daoist is selling things, and they're incredibly cheap...”
Hearing Wen Ruyu’s words, Lu Ming and Big Yellow both looked up at Elder Gou.
Hmm... a fated person. His surname is actually Gou (Dog).
At this moment, Elder Gou's gaze also fell upon the items at Lu Ming's stall.
“Chengying Sword, mid-grade magical artifact. Yaoguang Liuying Cauldron, a mid-grade magical artifact alchemy furnace...”
Hearing Elder Gou’s mumbling, Wen Ruyu was startled.
He had only felt that these two items looked to be of no low grade.
He hadn't expected them to be of the magical artifact grade.
His own beggar-beating staff was merely a high-grade spiritual artifact, but that was already quite good.
Meanwhile, Elder Gou speculated that the Haoran Sect and Dingyuan Sect had previously sought to kill a demonic cultivator accompanied by a wolf.
Could it be them?
But they didn't have the aura of demonic cultivators, nor was there a wolf...
Never mind. Just these two magical artifacts alone, for five million spirit stones, is not a loss.
Not to mention all the other items; he was making a huge profit.
Thinking this, Elder Gou looked at Lu Ming with a smile and said:
“Little friend, our Xiaoyao Sect will take all these items.”
“Here are six million spirit stones.”
With that, Elder Gou directly handed Lu Ming a storage bag.
“Little friend, you're generous, so we can't let you lose too much.”
Lu Ming was stunned. He took the storage bag, not expecting Elder Gou to be so agreeable.
It wasn't that he intended to sell them so cheaply, but rather that he might sell many weapons in the future.
He had heard that the Xiaoyao Sect in the Eastern Province was also a sect that dealt in information and goods.
When Wen Ruyu came to his stall, he had already considered finding a regular customer.
Just then, Elder Gou spoke:
“Little friend, if you have this kind of business again in the future, please give our Xiaoyao Sect a chance.”
As he spoke, he handed Lu Ming a dark jade token.
“Little friend, in the future, if you have anything you want to sell, just wear this token on your waist and walk around the streets, and someone will specially contact you.”
Hearing this, Lu Ming took the token from Elder Gou’s hand.
He would certainly be selling many weapons in the future, so this was indeed very convenient.
“Alright, if I have weapons to sell in the future, I'll contact you again.”
“Little friend, I also have a piece of news for you.”
Lu Ming was startled and looked up at Elder Gou.
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