Chapter 379: A Scholar Is Utterly Useless
Chapter 379: A Scholar Is Utterly Useless
"D-Divine Monarch!?" The official was stunned for a moment before finally regaining his senses and asking the soldiers behind him, "Just now... did a cultivator fly over here and attack the Divine Monarch with a sword?"
"Y-yes, it seems so..." the soldier stammered.
The official muttered to himself, "What kind of cultivator is so arrogant that he would just kill Divine Monarch because he blocked his path?"
In the crowd, the group of young men and women were astonished by the sudden turn of events.
"Senior brother, who was that just now...?"
"It's possible that it was a demonic cultivator who is more domineering than the Divine Monarch passing through here. Perhaps he couldn't tolerate him so he killed him on a whim,'' said the young man softly. He then continued, "But there's another possibility..."
"What possibility?"
"Perhaps it was a righteous cultivator who couldn't stand injustice, so he found an excuse to kill the Divine Monarch."
The young girl looked puzzled. "Why would a righteous cultivator need an excuse?"
The young man sighed softly. "Because the existence behind Divine Monarch would surely vent his anger on the people here if the cultivator did out of justice."Everyone came to a realization, but they were still skeptical of the young man's explanations. However, witnessing a Foundation Building Realm demonic cultivator die so easily today, they suddenly had a few more respects and fears for the cultivation world.
To them, the Foundation Building Realm was really strong. But to others in the cultivation world, Foundation Building cultivators were insignificant ants that could be killed on a whim….
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"Did you see that? My abilities are much more useful than yours. Little Chen's spirit stones will definitely be spent on me first. What use do you have? A scholar is utterly useless!"
After Little Sword killed the Divine Monarch, he immediately began to boast to Mirror of the Universe.
"Junior, I have existed far longer than you have. Even a mere Sword Star Embryo dares to mock me. I hail from the Immortal Realm, I am an Immortal Artifact!" retorted Mirror of the Universe defiantly. "At most, you can kill a few Foundation Building Realm demon cultivators, but my abilities are enough to make him one of the top experts in the world!"
"You're just talking big! When Little Chen asked you to tell him who possessed the Blood Spirit Pill in the Grand Qian Empire, and who are the Spirit Blood Sect cultivators, you couldn't even answer!" said Little Sword.
"You!" Mirror of the Universe couldn't contain his anger. "This is my rule, rules are not meant to be broken! Without spirit stones, I truly cannot speak!"
"Enough already. Just admit that you actually don't know!"
"I..." The Mirror of the Universe suddenly calmed down, his tone carrying a hint of sarcasm. "Junior, are you trying to provoke me? It's useless. Without spirit stones, I cannot use my abilities, so I cannot speak."
"Little Chen, why don't we find a place to bury it and see if it talks?" suggested Little Sword.
Fang Chen sighed helplessly. "Stop quarreling. I really have a limited supply of spirit stones right now, but I will have more in the future. At that time, I’ll make sure you won't lose out then."
"I believe in you. Your cultivation is only at the 12th stage of the Qi Refining Realm yet you can already gather thirty thousand low-grade spirit stones. This already surpasses the achievements of the first-generation ancestor of the Jiang Family. You must know that I followed him for hundreds of years and never saw so many spirit stones until after the two-hundred-year mark" said Mirror of the Universe, buttering up to Fang Chen shamelessly.
Fang Chen didn't take its words to heart.
Following the route provided by Nong Guiquan, he flew for about a day or so until he finally arrived at his destination. Nong Guiquan had said it would take about a month and a half for a round trip, but he didn't know Fang Chen could transform into a sword. With his speed, although it took half a month to come here, it would only take a maximum of ten days to return.
A few miles away, a bustling market came into view. The atmosphere in the market was quite different, as all the cultivators in there seemed gloomy. There was a glimmer of ruthlessness that flashed in their eyes.
Because Fang Chen came alone, dozens of eyes immediately fell on him. However, when the people around noticed that they couldn't see through his cultivation, they retracted their gazes. Still, there were a few who continued to glance at Fang Chen from time to time.
Fang Chen sighed lightly. "The Heavenly Treasure Pavilion can even do business here. They really aren't simple."
The establishment Nong Guiqian spoke of was the Heavenly Treasure Pavillion. They were the ones selling the treasure. It had been on sale for many years but had yet to find a buyer.
When Fang Chen entered the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, a servant with cold and stern eyes scanned Fang Chen. He stepped forward and asked softly, "What do you need?"
Fang Chen replied, "I want to purchase a treasure."
"Low-grade, yellow-rank?" The servant gestured lightly. "Those treasures can be found over there. Customers can go and choose by themselves. At the lowest, there are three Soul Imprints, and at most, they have twelve."
Fang Chen suddenly commented, "I heard that there's a treasure here that has been unsold for a long time."
The servant paused for a moment, a hint of doubt crossing his face. After sizing up Fang Chen, he whispered softly, "Please wait here."
With that, the servant turned and left.
When he appeared again, there was a middle-aged man with him.
The middle-aged man had a warm smile on his face as he asked, "Young man, I heard you're interested in our store's Demonic Suppression Wheel?"
Fang Chen nodded, not wanting to waste time with the man. He hoped to buy the treasure and leave this place as soon as possible.
"Oh!" The middle-aged man sighed and said, "If only you had come a few days earlier. There have been a few people who have shown interest in the Demonic Suppression Wheel lately. I didn't want to offend anyone, so I could only hold an auction in the end…."
An auction?
Fang Chen's brow furrowed.
"Why don't you stay here for a few days? The auction will start in three days, and besides the Demonic Suppression Wheel, our store will have several other good items," the middle-aged man said while handing Fang Chen a jade token. "Three days later, come to our store with this jade token. At that time, someone will naturally come and guide you."
Taking the jade token from his hand, Fang Chen asked casually, "Are you the storekeeper here?"
The middle-aged man nodded gently. "Yes, I am. My surname is Lin. You can call me Shopkeeper Lin."
Fang Chen said with a faint smile, "Storekeeper Lin, besides the Demon Suppression Wheel, what other treasures do you have? You don't need to introduce low and mid-grade, yellow-rank items."
Lin Storekeeper was slightly taken aback, his eyes sizing up Fang Chen as if he were an old fox sizing up its prey.
Noticing how Fang Chen hadn't opened his eyes since he saw him, Storekeeper Lin couldn't help but grow suspicious. "Young man, your eyes..."
"Oh, I can't see," replied Fang Chen casually.
Shopkeeper Lin fell deep into thought for a moment, then softly said, "Are you interested in high-grade, yellow-rank treasures?"
Fang Chen asked, "Do you have any? If not, I'll wait for the auction in three days,"
Shopkeeper Lin immediately smiled. "Of course, we do. How could we not? The Heavenly Treasure Pavilion is a reputable establishment. Anyone who comes in here will definitely leave satisfied," he said. "But you want both the Demon Suppression Wheel and a high-grade, yellow-rank treasure. Are you carrying… enough spirit stones?"
"You don't have to worry about that," said Fang Chen, coldly. "Since I dared to come here, I naturally have enough spirit stones."
Shopkeeper Lin's smile became even warmer. "Don't be upset. Everything is possible as long as you have enough spirit stones. Please, follow me."
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