Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor

Chapter 1468: Chapter 1468: An Unremarkable Stick

In the corner of the stall was an axe, about three feet long, entirely black, exuding a faint pressure with its dark sheen.

The axe was a medium-grade spiritual artifact among the holy grade, considered ordinary in the Martial Artists Trading Market of Flaming Sun City.

Upon closer inspection, one could see tiny bloodstains on the axe blade, carrying a faint scent of blood.

"Where did you get this axe? What about its owner?"

Ren Tianfu was appalled upon seeing the axe and the bloodstains on it. He stepped forward to seize the axe, scrutinizing it thoroughly before glaring fiercely at the stall owner, questioning sharply.

Ren Tianfu was absolutely certain that this axe belonged to the palace master, Li Sanfu. Now the axe was here, but the palace master wasn’t, and coupled with the bloodstains, it was evident that the palace master might have encountered a perilous situation.

It’s well known that for a martial artist, a spiritual artifact is like half their life; if it is lost, how could the owner be safe?

Thinking that the palace master might have met with mishap, Ren Tianfu was restless and filled with hostility.

The stall owner, though an intermediate Foundation Establishment cultivator, equal in strength to Ren Tianfu, was a shrewd businessman understanding the merits of amiability. Seeing the situation, he remained composed, smiling and saying, "Dear guest, let’s talk nicely, no need to get agitated...ahem! There are Alchemy Cauldron Pavilion disciples patrolling this area, causing a disturbance and drawing them here wouldn’t be good!"

Even though he lowered his tone, his words held an implicit warning.

This was the eastern part of Flaming Sun City, within the influence of the Alchemy Cauldron Pavilion, where their disciples regularly patrolled. If they found any conflict, Alchemy Cauldron Pavilion disciples would quickly intervene and mediate.

If mediation was successful, all parties would be fine, but any stubbornly disruptive individuals would be forcibly expelled from the city by the disciples.

Previously, several martial artists had resisted Alchemy Cauldron Pavilion’s mediation and even attacked the disciples, resulting in being slain on the spot and their bodies disposed of in the wilderness outside the city to feed spirit beasts.

In fact, within Flaming Sun City, not only the Alchemy Cauldron Pavilion operates this way; the Golden Sword Sect managing the western side acts similarly.

Both sects understand that only by fostering a fair and safe environment can they attract more martial artists into the city, thereby promoting the prosperity of the marketplace, enabling the sects to reap abundant benefits continuously.

If the city were chaotic and unsafe, how many martial artists would be willing to enter for trade?

Ren Tianfu, having visited Flaming Sun City multiple times, knew that drawing attention from the Alchemy Cauldron Pavilion disciples might cause trouble, thus he forced himself to calm his agitated emotions.

Yet, he didn’t put down the axe in his hand.

The stall owner softly said with a smile, unconcerned about Ren Tianfu possibly stealing the axe, "This axe was acquired by a runner under my employ from outside. As for the owner, I don’t know...how about this, when the runner returns, I’ll ask him for you?" noveldrama

"Thank you."

Despite concerns for the palace master and two elders’ safety, Ren Tianfu knew this matter couldn’t be rushed. He thanked the stall owner gravely, choosing to wait on the spot.

Fang Bai, feeling idle, squatted down, examining the cultivation resources laid out on the stall, eventually his gaze landing on a wooden stick about a foot long.

This stick seemed like a piece of deadwood, rugged on the surface, appearing quite ordinary, yet faint wisps of Wood Spirit Qi seemed to emanate from it.

"So, young brother, are you interested in this piece of wood?"

The stall owner noticed Fang Bai’s eyes sparkling at the stick and casually asked with a smile.

"Hmm...I feel there’s something special about this stick..."

Fang Bai, casually picking up the stick, observed it while commenting.

The stall owner smiled and said, "Young brother indeed has an eye. I too think this item is an extraordinary treasure! How about this, if you wish, I can sell it to you cheaper, how’s one ten thousand Holy Grade lower-tier spirit stones or cultivation resources of equivalent value?"

This stick was procured by the stall owner months ago for five thousand high-grade lower-tier spirit stones from an individual cultivation martial artist.

Back then, the stall owner observed spiritual energy leaking from the stick and thought he had stumbled upon a treasure, yet upon careful examination after purchase, found nothing special, feeling a pang of regret.

Since then, he placed the stick on the stall, hoping for a doubled profit, but no one seemed interested.

At this moment, seeing Fang Bai’s apparent interest in the stick, the stall owner’s mind started turning, enticing him to buy.

For the stall owner, selling for ten thousand Holy Grade lower-tier spirit stones, though a small venture, still meant no small gain!

"Ten thousand? That’s too expensive!"

Fang Bai shook his head with a smile, returning the stick to its place.

"Eight thousand! Considering young brother’s sincere desire, I’ll sell at a loss, only at eight thousand spirit stones!"

The stall owner feigned an agonized expression, claiming.

Fang Bai shook his head again.

The stall owner gritted his teeth and said, "Seven thousand spirit stones! No less! No less and I won’t sell!"

Fang Bai chuckled, saying, "At most, four thousand!"

"Impossible!"

The stall owner almost leaped up, blurting, "Selling at four thousand makes me lose a thousand!"

As soon as those words left his mouth, he realized his slip-up, seeing Fang Bai’s grinning face, he scratched his head, rueful: "Fooled! Fooled! Young brother, you are indeed cunning!"

Beside them, Ren Tianfu, witnessing this, curled his lip, unimpressed, thinking how a piece of stick could be of worth? In his opinion, it’s utterly valueless.

Yet, Ren Tianfu couldn’t be bothered with Fang Bai, thinking he lacked experience and awareness of human treachery, perhaps taking a loss would teach him a lesson.

"How about this!"

Fang Bai pointed at the stick and said, "I’ll offer you six thousand Essence Stones, giving you some profit. Sell it and I’ll take it, refuse and I’ll leave it!"

The stall owner was about to speak, but suddenly a slender figure appeared before him, a middle-aged martial artist with a long face and hooked nose, standing at his stall, pointing at the stick, pompously stated, "Ten thousand Holy Grade lower-tier Essence Stones! I want this item!"

Fang Bai furrowed his brow, turning to see the middle-aged martial artist beside him and discovered he was a Foundation Establishment cultivator at the peak, with a conspicuous small furnace cauldron embroidered on his chest.

"So he’s a core disciple of the Alchemy Cauldron Pavilion, could he have recognized something remarkable about this stick too?"

Fang Bai, seeing a deal about to close, didn’t expect this sudden interference from a disciple of the Alchemy Cauldron Pavilion, realizing acquiring the stick might not be straightforward.