Chapter 387: Chapter 385: 385: Black Eat Black_1

Curtis Milton hesitated for a moment, then said, “As far as I know, apart from our Healington, there doesn’t seem to be any other Sect that specializes in the refinement of elixirs.”

“Heh, that can only mean you are uninformed.”

Greg Jensen said indifferently, “All the major families were self-sufficient in the past.”

Curtis Milton’s expression changed slightly, and after looking seriously at Greg Jensen for a long time, he nodded in agreement with his statement and said,

“Healington wants the prescription in your hands, name your price.”

Greg Jensen had already anticipated this, and wasn’t surprised to hear his words. He smiled and asked, “What can you offer?”

“One hundred million,” Curtis Milton said calmly.

Greg Jensen smiled and shook his head, then countered, “Do you think I lack your one hundred million?”

In “The Classic of Yin and Yang Harmony”, the Qi and Blood Elixir was only a medium-grade common elixir, not even ranking among the lower-grade Spirit Pills.

Moreover, even if he sold the Elixir Prescription, it wouldn’t really affect Greg Jensen.

Therefore, if the other party’s offer was high enough, he wouldn’t mind selling the Elixir Prescription to them.

The reason for not selling wasn’t that he didn’t need the money, but that the price offered was too low.

One hundred million was neither a large nor a small amount—it was an amount he could make back in a few days even without selling the Elixir Prescription.

However, the Elixir Prescription could only be sold once.

So, the Qi and Blood Elixir Prescription must be sold at a good price; otherwise, it wasn’t worth it to not just keep it and wait for a better offer.

Curtis Milton knew this price wasn’t enough to move Greg Jensen and said calmly, “Then how much do you want?”

“I don’t know. It depends on what you can bring out that interests me.”

With an air of “you know what I mean”, Greg Jensen laughed, “Bring out something that interests me, and maybe I’ll sell the Elixir Prescription.”

“If you can’t bring anything out, then why should I take that risk?”

Upon hearing these words, Curtis Milton couldn’t help but fall silent.

He admitted that Greg Jensen had a point, but obviously, it wasn’t within his power alone to meet Greg Jensen’s conditions—he would have to wait for a response from the Sect.

“If that’s the case, then let’s talk again in a couple of days. I’ll wait for the message from the Sect,” he suggested.

“No problem.”

Greg Jensen rose slowly to his feet, glanced at Curtis Milton, and smiled, “I’ll be waiting at any time.”

Watching Greg Jensen walk out, Elder Cole Barnett said discontentedly, “True Disciple, why didn’t we just take him down directly?”

Curtis Milton gave him a sideways glance and said, “It’s easy to take him down, but what do we do if his Sect finds out? Do you want to bring a powerful enemy upon Healington?”

“What if he’s deceiving you?”

“Do you think that’s likely?”

With a cold laugh, Curtis Milton said, “If he can produce something like the Qi and Blood Elixir, then even if he doesn’t have a Sect, there must be a powerful force behind him.

Backing up ten thousand steps, even if Healington is not afraid of him, the Elixir Prescription is in his mind—if he refuses to speak, what can you do?”

Elder Cole Barnett said somewhat frustratedly, “Then… we just let him act so arrogantly?”

A hint of contempt flashed across Curtis Milton’s face as he said with implication, “Just wait. Most greedy people don’t end up with good fates.”

…

After Greg Jensen walked out of the reception room, he found Theresa Locke standing not far away, with a man alongside her.

“Why are you here?”

“I was worried that the people from Healington might harm you, so I came to see.”

Greg Jensen’s heart warmed, and he smiled, “Thanks.”

The situation at today’s exchange meeting gave him a clearer understanding of Healington’s status in the jianghu.

He knew very well that there were few who would dare oppose Healington for his sake, let alone that he had only just met Theresa Locke.

“What are you thanking me for? Friends should help each other out, shouldn’t they?” Theresa Locke said with a smile, then lowered her voice and asked, “Did they ask you to hand over the Elixir Prescription?”

Greg Jensen was startled and exclaimed in surprise, “How did you know?”

“I knew it!”

Theresa Locke’s voice became somewhat icy, “I had a good friend who found a recipe in our family’s ancient books, and after selling it to Healington, he disappeared.”

“Disappeared?”

Greg Jensen said in shock, “Do you mean… Healington did him in?”

Theresa Locke paused for a moment, then slowly shook her head and said, “It’s possible, but it might not be the official act of Healington; it could also be something done by certain individuals in secret.”

Greg Jensen suddenly thought of something and asked, “So your visit this time…”

“That’s right, my main reason for coming here is to find out whether Healington is behind this or not.”

“There are so many exchange meetings across the country, why did you come all the way to Qin Province?”

Greg Jensen was somewhat puzzled.

As he knew, there were exchange meetings all over the country, and many of them clashed in terms of dates, so if you attended the exchange meeting in Qin Province, you might not be able to make it to the others.

Moreover, each exchange meeting would have a True Disciple from Healington like Curtis Milton, and Theresa Locke, hailing from Mystic City, seemed a bit odd making the long trip to Qin Province.

Taking a deep breath, Theresa Locke slowly exhaled and said, “Because the person he traded with was none other than Curtis Milton.”

On hearing this, Greg Jensen instantly understood and exclaimed in surprise, “You suspect that Curtis Milton double-crossed him?”

“That’s correct.”

“So, were you intentionally getting close to me just now to see if Curtis Milton would approach me to buy an Elixir Prescription?”

Theresa Locke offered a bitter smile and said, “Brother, at the beginning, I indeed had the idea of using you as bait.

However, later I discovered that you are genuinely a good person, so I also have the sincere intention of making friends with you.

We were not very familiar before, and there were some things I couldn’t say; please don’t take it to heart.”

“No worries.”

Greg Jensen grinned upon hearing the candid confession; he didn’t harbor any resentment in his heart since he had already suspected that Theresa Locke had ulterior motives when approaching him.

Now that she had come forward with the truth, it showed that she was indeed sincere.

Moreover, if he had been in the same situation, he probably would have done the same as Theresa Locke.

Besides, a person willing to go to great lengths to investigate the mystery behind a friend’s death was definitely worth befriending.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Greg Jensen laughed and said, “Alright, let’s drop the subject. I don’t find this auction very interesting; let’s find a place to have a drink.”

“Sure,” Theresa Locke agreed eagerly.

The two chatted while drinking until the exchange meeting ended and Martial Way masters attending the meeting began to enter the restaurant before they got up to leave.

Theresa Locke stayed in the hotel because she needed to keep an eye on Curtis Milton.

After thinking it over, Greg Jensen decided that returning to the Simmons family might draw the attention of Curtis Milton and his people, so he chose to stay as well.

No sooner had he returned to his room than he received a call from Cole Barnett.

“Did you keep up with him?”

“He has left by car; Quinton Creed and Max Milton are following.”

Greg Jensen was silent for a while, then suddenly felt that something was amiss. If that man had come to attend the exchange meeting, why would he leave after selling the mask? The Bronze Mask only sold for 200,000—was that bit of money worth a trip to an exchange meeting?

After pondering for a while, an idea struck him, and he spoke into the phone, “Tell Quinton Creed and Max Milton to watch that man’s mood and see if he seems to be avoiding someone.”

“All right.”

After hanging up the phone, Greg Jensen took out the Bronze Mask.

The mask felt cold and rough to the touch.

If not for Greg Jensen’s ability to sense the Spiritual Energy contained within, he might indeed have mistaken it for an ordinary antique.

He was certain that the Bronze Mask was a Magic Artifact, but how was it supposed to be used?