Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor

Chapter 1469: Chapter 1469: Struggle

Ren Tianfu and the vendor both recognized the identity of the middle-aged martial artist, and their faces showed a bit of awe.

The Alchemy Cauldron Pavilion is filled with powerful figures, and its core disciples possess Foundation Establishment perfection in cultivation, making them on par with sect leaders of places like Lingxu Palace.

Therefore, facing the suddenly appearing middle-aged martial artist, both Ren Tianfu and the vendor felt pressured and wore expressions of respect.

The vendor cautiously asked, "Senior, are you really planning to buy this item?"

The middle-aged martial artist impatiently said, "Of course!"

"Good!"

The vendor immediately brightened up with a smile, saying, "Good! It’s a deal! You pay ten thousand Holy Grade low-grade Spirit Stones, and this item is yours!"

The middle-aged martial artist nodded, a smile forming at the corner of his mouth, and reached out to grab the wooden stick on the stall.

Next, he only needed to transfer ten thousand Holy Grade Spirit Stones into the vendor’s space ring, and the wooden stick would rightfully be his.

"Hold on!"

Fang Bai reached out, snatching the wooden stick into his hand first, displeased with the vendor, saying, "We already agreed on the price, and you also promised to sell it to me, why the sudden change? Is this how you do business?"

The vendor knew that what he did wasn’t quite right, but by selling the stick to Fang Bai, he would only earn a thousand Spirit Stones, whereas selling to the middle-aged martial artist would earn him several times more, and he would also avoid offending the martial artist. So, he smiled apologetically at Fang Bai, saying, "Little brother, please understand! I’m running a small business and need to earn as much as I can. Since this senior offered a higher price, I naturally must sell it to him. Oh, I have other good stuff on my stall. Would you like to take another look? If you find something you like, I can give you a discount. How about it?"

Ren Tianfu also kept signaling to Fang Bai, thinking that Alchemy Cauldron Pavilion’s core disciples are not to be offended. Since the other party wanted that worthless wooden stick, it would be best to let him have it to avoid provoking trouble.

Fang Bai acted as if he didn’t see Ren Tianfu’s signals, stating firmly, "I only have interest in this wooden stick, nothing else!"

The vendor smiled wryly, "Little brother, don’t make it difficult for me!"

The middle-aged martial artist turned to look at Fang Bai with apparent displeasure, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes, thinking where such a little bastard came from, daring to compete with him for something, didn’t he notice the disciple garb of Alchemy Cauldron Pavilion on his person?

"He’s offering ten thousand Holy Grade low-grade Spirit Stones, right? Fine, I’ll offer eleven thousand! Now, you have nothing to say, right?"

Fang Bai suddenly said.

"This..."

The vendor wanted to say "Little brother, this isn’t about the price, I just don’t want to offend a disciple of Alchemy Cauldron Pavilion," but he had already mentioned that the stick would go to the highest bidder. If he went back on his word, he’d surely be laughed at.

After all, now, around his stall, there was quite a crowd of martial artists gathered to watch, all with keen ears! noveldrama

"Ten thousand Holy Grade medium-grade Spirit Stones!"

Without even looking at Fang Bai, the middle-aged martial artist directly quoted a price that made the surrounding martial artists gasp in astonishment.

The same ten thousand Spirit Stones, but Holy Grade medium-grade Spirit Stones are worth several times more to martial artists than Holy Grade low-grade Spirit Stones.

The vendor was also quite tempted, feeling his throat dry, licking his lips, and subconsciously looking towards Fang Bai.

"Eleven thousand Holy Grade medium-grade Spirit Stones!"

Before the vendor could speak, Fang Bai spoke again.

The middle-aged martial artist beside him raised an eyebrow and when he looked at Fang Bai again, there was a bit of anger in his eyes.

He realized that this young martial artist was determined to get this wooden stick, and if he continued increasing the price, Fang Bai would definitely do the same.

But as a disciple from a small sect with only a Half-Step Foundation Establishment cultivation level, how could he have so many Holy Grade medium-grade Spirit Stones?

He knew that even a powerful sect like Alchemy Cauldron Pavilion would only allow core disciples like himself to access a not-so-large amount of Holy Grade medium-grade Spirit Stones, while those with lower status, like inner and external courtyard disciples, only had access to Holy Grade low-grade Spirit Stones.

If it were elsewhere, the middle-aged martial artist would simply slap Fang Bai away and forcibly take the wooden stick.

But in Flaming Sun City, especially as a disciple of Alchemy Cauldron Pavilion, he had to adhere to the rules of fair trade, and could not forcibly buy the item, otherwise, it would damage the Alchemy Cauldron Pavilion’s reputation, and the higher-ups wouldn’t let him off.

Though filled with rage, he dared not exert even the slightest pressure on Fang Bai, nor compel the vendor to sell the stick to him.

"Fang Bai, what are you doing?"

Ren Tianfu saw anger in the eyes of the middle-aged martial artist, feeling panicked, hurriedly pulled Fang Bai aside, and whispered, "What use do you have for this broken stick? Also, where did you get so many Holy Grade medium-grade Spirit Stones?"

Currently, Palace Master Li Sanfu and Wu Zhihua, Sun Jing’s lives are uncertain. If Fang Bai further angers Alchemy Cauldron Pavilion, it would truly be a catastrophe for Lingxu Palace.

Fang Bai grinned, raising the stick in his hand, "Steward Ren, I think this stick is a treasure..."

"Treasure my ass!"

Ren Tianfu exclaimed angrily, "At this moment, you should be concerned about the safety of the Palace Master and the two Elders, not this stick! Return it to the vendor!"

Fang Bai firmly shook his head.

"You..."

Ren Tianfu laughed angrily, pointing at Fang Bai, hating his iron for not becoming steel, "We’ve placed great hopes on you, nurturing you intently! With your disregard for the bigger picture, how will you lead Lingxu Palace in the future?"

Initially, Fang Bai didn’t want to fall out with Ren Tianfu, but this wooden stick was extremely significant to him. Once he spotted it, he couldn’t simply hand it over.

"Little brother, I am Yang Fei, a core disciple of Alchemy Cauldron Pavilion. This wooden stick may be the root of a spiritual medicine, and I’d like to take it back for our pavilion’s alchemists to refine a spirit pill. Could you let me have it? Consider it me, Yang Fei, owing you a favor!"

The middle-aged martial artist suppressed his anger and spoke solemnly to Fang Bai.

At this moment, the vendor also had some doubts, secretly wondering, "Could it be I missed something? Is that seemingly ordinary wooden stick an extraordinary treasure? Otherwise, why would this Alchemy Cauldron Pavilion disciple be so eager to obtain it?"

After Yang Fei, the core disciple of Alchemy Cauldron Pavilion, finished speaking, he stared at Fang Bai, thinking that I’ve been quite polite, and this should suffice. If you still don’t get it, don’t blame me for being ruthless! Although I cannot act against you openly, there are countless ways to deal with you discreetly!

"I am Fang Bai, an external courtyard disciple of Lingxu Palace. I really like this wooden stick, how about you let me have it? Consider it me, Fang Bai, owing you a favor!"

Fang Bai chuckled, almost repeating Yang Fei’s words.

"Crack..."

A crisp sound of knuckles cracking came as Yang Fei clenched his fist.

"Fang Bai, is it? Very well! I’ll remember you!"

Yang Fei no longer contested with Fang Bai, gave him a cold look, left those words, and then turned and walked away with large strides.