Chapter 2135 - 2136: The Schemes Run Deep? (Double Update)

"Oh?"

The middle-aged shopkeeper’s eyes lit up. "These, were they all Demons you hunted inside Burning Heart Valley?"

"That’s right."

Ling Feng nodded and spoke calmly.

"Not bad. The Demons in Burning Heart Valley mostly evolve by feeding on Desert Fire Stone Milk and Desolate Fire Stone Qi. Their Demon Cores are very valuable."

The middle-aged shopkeeper showed a faint smile on his face, clearly quite satisfied with these Demon Cores.

"This bag of Demon Cores..."

The middle-aged shopkeeper pondered for a while before finally naming a figure. "I’ll offer twelve million Upper Grade Elemental Stones. How about it?"

Twelve million—though the price had a bit of a squeeze to it, it was still fairly reasonable.

Ling Feng nodded. "Deal."

It’s just that, twelve million sounds like a lot, but if you start buying some precious Spiritual Medicine, it’ll be gone before you know it.

"I also have some Desolate Fire Stone Qi here."

As he spoke, Ling Feng took out several porcelain bottles. Ever since he swallowed that Heart Burning Emperor Lotus, Desolate Fire Stone Qi was already giving him very limited improvement, with the effects not all that obvious. So if the price was right, he might as well sell it.

"Good stuff!"

The middle-aged shopkeeper’s eyes lit up. "I’ll take it! Desolate Fire Stone Qi—however much you’ve got, I’ll buy it all!"

This thing was a scarce commodity. Whether you hoarded it to sell later or used it yourself, you absolutely wouldn’t lose out.

In no time, Ling Feng sold off about eighty percent of the Desolate Fire Stone Qi he had on hand, leaving only a little as backup.

Like that, Ling Feng earned another twenty-plus million Upper Grade Elemental Stones, and only then did he leave the counter satisfied.

Altogether, more than thirty million Upper Grade Elemental Stones—should be enough to buy some good stuff.

"Kid, you exchanged this many Elemental Stones in one go—planning to go inside and try your luck, aren’t you?"

The middle-aged shopkeeper, having gotten a batch of Desolate Fire Stone Qi, was in a great mood, and his way of addressing Ling Feng had become much more familiar.

"That’s the plan."

Ling Feng nodded with a smile, not bothering to hide it.

"Heh heh, then I’ve gotta remind you of a couple things. Don’t go thinking about picking up bargains all the time in the Hundred Treasures Market. Those who go in with that mindset mostly end up losing. Those guys’ eyes are sharper than anyone’s—if there really was some great treasure, they’d have hidden it away long ago. You think it’d still be your turn to ’pick it up’? To put it bluntly, a lot of those so-called legends of ’getting rich overnight’ are scripted tales!"

"The schemes run that deep?"

Ling Feng couldn’t help shaking his head with a wry smile.

"You bet!" The middle-aged shopkeeper chuckled. "Remember the rules of the Hundred Treasures Market: if you don’t lose, you’ve already made a profit. Don’t get greedy."

Ling Feng nodded and cupped his hands toward the middle-aged shopkeeper. "Thank you for the guidance, elder!"

In a short while, Ling Feng and the other person arrived at the very center of the Hundred Treasures Market.

Compared to the outer counters, this area was much more spacious. Most vendors simply spread a rug on the ground and arranged all kinds of strange and curious treasures on it. Quite a few Martial Artists were pacing before the stalls, occasionally picking things up and fiddling with them, putting on the airs of expert appraisers.

Clearly, in Nether Emperor City, treasure-appraising was all the rage. If you didn’t have some discernment, you’d be embarrassed to mix in these circles.

Ling Feng wandered around the Hundred Treasures Market for almost an Hour. Bargain-picking really was a scam; at least, Ling Feng hadn’t discovered anything that would be an absolute windfall.

Even so, his luck wasn’t bad. In the midst of a whole cluster of stalls, he actually found a stalk of Spirit Cloud Immortal Ganoderma.

This thing wasn’t even found in the Pure Yang Palace’s sect Treasure Vault. He hadn’t expected to run into it here at the Hundred Treasures Market.

After a round of haggling, Ling Feng bought that stalk of Spirit Cloud Immortal Ganoderma for fifteen million Upper Grade Elemental Stones.

Though it was rare, very few people recognized it, and it was only an auxiliary ingredient for refining High-grade Spirit Elixirs, so its price wasn’t outrageously high.

After buying the Spirit Cloud Immortal Ganoderma, Ling Feng planned to leave this area. As for the other stalls, he figured there probably wouldn’t be anything good left.

Strolling along at leisure, he suddenly heard a cry of "Ouch!" Ling Feng looked back and saw that woman Fu Xueqing bump into a tall man dressed all in black.

This person looked very young, and his build was burly—over two meters tall. Standing in the crowd, he had a bit of a "crane among chickens" presence.

No wonder. Fu Xueqing walked like a quail, shrinking her hands and feet, nervously hunched. Take your eyes off for one second and she’d crash into this guy who was built like a pillar—it was perfectly normal.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry..."

Fu Xueqing hurriedly apologized to the man in black. The man frowned slightly but didn’t make an issue of it, and simply turned to leave.

Ling Feng’s gaze landed on that burly man, a strange feeling lingering in his heart. This man seemed somewhat different from ordinary people.

Just then, a chill surged through Ling Feng’s chest.

It was that burly man, sensing Ling Feng’s gaze. His aura rippled, and he actually forced Ling Feng back two steps.

"Saint Level! He’s definitely Saint Level!"

Ling Feng’s eyelids twitched slightly. This man, who looked at most just over thirty, was actually a Saint Level expert.

Moreover, there seemed to be a special Strength on him—something different from ordinary people, as if he were born a cut above others.

This feeling...

Ling Feng suddenly recalled that he’d sensed a similar aura on Yeu Junyao.

Divine Race!

There was no mistaking it!

That burly man was most likely also a Direct Lineage descendant of the Divine Race.

That explained it. Only the Divine Race would have such Heavenly Resistance Talent.

And since this was Nether Emperor City, this youth’s identity was practically obvious.

He was from the Kongming Divine Race!

And his status was probably not low.

Someone like that would actually come here to pick up bargains?

Or was it that there really were treasures hidden in this Hundred Treasures Market?

While Ling Feng was still pondering, a noisy voice suddenly reached his ears.

"Hey! Brat, I’m talking to you! Are your ears deaf? Didn’t you hear what I said?"

A pretty face appeared before his eyes. It was a young girl who looked no more than fourteen or fifteen, yet her temper was explosive. Hands on her hips, she was glaring angrily at Ling Feng.

Ling Feng had just been lost in thought, so he hadn’t heard what this girl was saying at first.

"My apologies, miss. What is it?"

Ling Feng glanced at the girl and asked in a gentle tone.

"Hey, brat, you stepped on my stuff, and you’re still asking what’s going on?"

The girl glared at Ling Feng, puffed up with anger, and picked up a clay item that had been crushed underfoot. She started chattering non-stop. "This was a masterpiece from two thousand years ago, an artistic treasure that’s long out of print—and you just crushed it with one step. Tell me, what are you going to do about it!"

Ling Feng rolled his eyes. This girl looked cute and charming enough, but he hadn’t expected her to be pulling a scam!

Masterpiece, artistic treasure—like hell I believe you!

This was obviously just a mud figurine a kid pinched together!

"I don’t care. If you don’t compensate me today, don’t even think about leaving!"

As the girl spoke, she grabbed onto Ling Feng’s sleeve, looking as if she absolutely wouldn’t let this go.

Ling Feng suddenly felt a headache coming on. The schemes in Nether Emperor City were way too deep!

"How do you want me to compensate you?"

Ling Feng sighed helplessly. Consider it his bad luck—he’d just have to spend money to ward off misfortune. As long as this little girl didn’t ask for some outrageous amount, he could grit his teeth and be done with it.