The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 44 Wuxuan Pavilion, Being Followed

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“Bang.”

Ye Feng threw all the Croc-Chicken Beast claws onto the wooden table, causing the surface to bend under the weight.

“All Croc-Chicken Beast claws, eh? One pair of Middle Rank Demon Soldier Level, fourteen pairs of Lower Rank Demon Soldier Level, let me do the math… A pair of Middle Rank Demon Soldier Level claws for five Spirit Stones, a pair of Lower Rank Demon Soldier Level claws for two Spirit Stones, totaling thirty-three Spirit Stones.”

The Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion took out an abacus, calculated on the spot, and then announced the result.

Hearing the amount of over thirty Spirit Stones, Ye Feng felt a bit surprised and said, “Not bad.”

Having said that, he placed the seven Tree Demon Cores on the table, each emitting a faint green Spiritual Light.

“Six Middle Rank Demon Soldier Level Tree Demon Cores, one High-Rank Demon Soldier Level Tree Demon Core… Tsk, that’s no small sum!”

The Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion had a somewhat comical smile, “The High-Rank Demon Soldier Level core for thirty Spirit Stones, the Middle Rank for ten Spirit Stones, totaling ninety Spirit Stones.”

“The price difference with the Croc-Chicken claws is that much?” Ye Feng was astonished.

A pair of Middle Rank Demon Soldier Level Croc-Chicken claws was only worth five Spirit Stones, but a Middle Rank Demon Soldier Level Tree Demon Core was valued at ten Spirit Stones.

“Of course, different materials have different values.”

The Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion laughed heartily, “My esteemed guest, do you have anything else you wish to sell?”

Having a single day’s transaction surpass a hundred Spirit Stones was considered a big deal for the Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion; therefore, his attitude towards Ye Feng had improved a lot.

“Clang.”

Ye Feng tossed Zhao Dajiang’s Spirit Sword on the table and placed a small bottle of dark red elixirs next to it, saying, “I’ll sell all of these to you.”

The Spirit Sword and elixirs were obtained from Zhao Dajiang, and he didn’t dare use them; it was safer to exchange them all for Spirit Stones.

“This is the Lower Grade Spiritual Artifact ‘Fire Spirit Flying Sword,’ originally priced at one hundred and eighty Lower Grade Spirit Stones. It’s difficult for most people to fully unleash its power, so as it’s a buyback, I can only offer you one hundred and fifty.”

The Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion quickly offered a price.

“Alright then!”

Ye Feng nodded.

It was “hot merchandise” anyway; it was normal for the price to be a bit lower.

The Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion picked up the bottle of elixirs, sniffed and inspected it before finally stating, “These are Lower Grade Fire Spirit Qi Pills. Taking them can enhance the power of fire-based spells. There are seven pills in total, fourteen Spirit Stones for all.”

“That’s fine, I’ll sell just that much,” Ye Feng said, feeling that the price was quite good.

“Two hundred and eighty-seven Lower Grade Spirit Stones in total, I will give you two Middle Grade Spirit Stones and eighty-seven Lower Grade Spirit Stones.”

The Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion placed a small cloth bag on the table.

Ye Feng opened it and saw inside two Spirit Stones emitting an aura a hundred times more intense than the Lower Grade Spirit Stones, indeed rare Middle Grade Spirit Stones.

“Gentlemen, what would you like to buy?”

The Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion asked.

“What treasures do you have here?” Ye Feng inquired.

The Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion smiled, lifted the black cloth behind him, revealing a two-meter-tall shelf filled with various items.

Spiritual Artifacts, talisman papers, elixirs, materials, Spirit Grass, puppets, etc., were all arrayed in a dazzling array, more than three hundred items.

“Don’t you have any formations?”

Ye Feng remembered the Sect Leader’s first phase task reward, which included “Miniature Sect Protection Array ×1,” and since the Misty Sect didn’t have a formation, he casually asked.

The next moment, Ye Feng distinctly felt a look of surprise from both Mo Ying and the Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion.

“Haha, my esteemed guest sure knows how to joke. Even the most inferior Miniature Formation costs five hundred Spirit Stones, and we don’t have such stock in the underground market. You have to visit a proper shop to buy one,” the Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion shook his head.

“Then let’s go for some elixirs!”

Ye Feng browsed the shelves for a while and chose a bottle of ten “Lower Grade Healing Qi Pills.” The store owner gave him a 10% discount, totaling forty-five Spirit Stones.

Afterward, Ye Feng spent another fifty Spirit Stones to purchase a bottle of ten “Lower Grade Cultivation Qi Pills.”

Before leaving, Ye Feng gritted his teeth and spent one hundred and fifty lower-grade Spirit Stones to buy a defensive spiritual artifact named “Mysterious Turtle Shield.”

The store owner boasted that it was made from the shell of a Mysterious Turtle that had cultivated for three hundred years, and below the Element Gathering Realm, hardly anyone could break it with a single strike.

From then on, the newly acquired Spirit Stones dwindled to only forty-two, causing Ye Feng a bit of financial pain.

“Time to slip away.”

Ye Feng packed up the two bottles of elixirs and the Mysterious Turtle Shield, which had shrunk to the size of a palm, ready to make a run for it with Mo Ying.

He had a feeling that if he didn’t leave now, he might end up spending all his money today.

“Minus the Spirit Stones used for replenishing Mo Ying’s spiritual power on the way, I’ve only earned a bit over thirty Spirit Stones this time, how frustrating!” Ye Feng grumbled inwardly.

But before leaving, Ye Feng blinked and turned back to ask, “Can you accept soul bodies here?”

The Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion was taken aback, “I can’t take them here, but there is a customer who said he wants to. How about this, in seven days, I arrange for a few people to meet here?”

“What about the price?” Ye Feng asked.

If the price was mediocre, he wouldn’t consider selling the soul body of the Centennial Tree Demon.

The Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion inquired, “What level of soul body?”

“High-rank Demon Soldier Level,” Ye Feng said.

He intentionally revealed some information but wasn’t worried about the store owner spreading it around, as these kinds of stores generally had a reputation to uphold, otherwise, they wouldn’t be able to keep doing business.

The eyes of the Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion brightened, “Above one hundred Spirit Stones. For specifics, we’d have to wait until our esteemed customer and another discuss it. Of course, I promise the price won’t be lower than this, but the store will take a 10% introduction fee, deducted from the other esteemed customer.”

“Alright.”

Ye Feng nodded slightly.

Before long, he and Mo Ying had left the underground corridor and were walking on the streets of Beacon Fire City.

“Sect Leader, have you noticed that earning Spirit Stones is hard, but spending them is very easy?” Mo Ying suddenly asked.

Ye Feng was taken aback and nodded, “Indeed!”

He had fought hard just once, and with great difficulty had his spoils of war sold for over two hundred Spirit Stones, only to find himself left with a few dozen in no time.

The speed of spending money was heart-wrenching!

However, Ye Feng suddenly realized something and asked, “You’re so familiar with the underground market; the beginner’s fee you paid earlier, wasn’t it from slaying Demonic Beasts in the wilderness and then trading them at the Wuxuange Pavilion?”

“Hmm,” Mo Ying confirmed with a sound.

“I knew it! There’s no such thing as a free lunch; to make ends meet, one has to really put in the effort.” Resting his head in his hand, Ye Feng walked and muttered softly to himself.

Hearing this, Mo Ying couldn’t help but want to laugh.

Unbeknownst to the two of them, after they left Beacon Fire City, several men in black followed them out.

On the Breeze-riding Sword.

Ye Feng handed five Spirit Stones to Mo Ying, saying, “Here, your travel expenses.”

Mo Ying was somewhat speechless, “I’m a disciple of the Misty Sect, escorting the Sect Leader, how could I dare to ask for travel expenses?”

“Take it!”

Ye Feng urged, “Once I earn more money, every disciple will be able to receive five Spirit Stones each month… no, I want to be a conscientious boss, giving you double pay, hence double the happiness!”

Mo Ying didn’t know why, but she felt like laughing at his odd and amusing words.