Emperor Qingâs Relics, Kim Village.
White Mitchell stepped towards the stall, but he did not immediately look at the incense burner fragment.
All of the peddlers here, were cunning people.
If they noticed that he was interested in the piece of the incense burner, they would surely raise the price astronomically, even without knowing its actual value.
After all, transactions here were usually one-time deals.
You either fleece or lose out.
âMy brother, youâve got good taste. It took my brothers and me the power of nine oxen and two tigers to snatch this Hundred-Year Ginseng from two Spiritual Beasts at the Innate Third Stage. I see that you too have an eye for value. How about this, it just so happens I havenât made a sale yet today. Letâs bring in good luck, and Iâll sell it to you for two hundred lower grade Blood Stones,â the peddler said in a pompous manner.
White Mitchell laughed in response and made no remark.
If the Hundred-Year Ginseng was worth as much as the peddler claimed, then indeed, it was worth two hundred lower grade Blood Stones.
But, that was not the case.
Holding the Ginseng, White Mitchell used his Origin Power to inspect it, and quickly discerned the trick behind this claimed Hundred-Year Ginseng.
âFor this quality of Hundred-Year Ginseng, ten lower grade Blood Stones, you shouldnât be at a loss,â White Mitchell commented casually.
Hiss!
Upon hearing this, Lucy, standing near him, immediately widened her eyes.
Could one haggle like that?
People usually would bargain within seventy or eighty percent of the price, but who haggles like White Mitchell, trying to reduce the price by a drastic amount?
By cutting the price this low, would the peddler even want to sell? If he doesnât chase you away, youâd be lucky!
At that moment, Lucy couldnât help but wish she could caution White Mitchell.
She was afraid that White Mitchell didnât understand the market here and would be chased away.
Then, a shocking scene occurred.
Before Lucy could intervene, the peddler chuckled and said: âTurns out, you are also a connoisseur. Fine, letâs settle at ten lower grade Blood Stones, but I canât go any lower.â
What!?
Hearing this, Lucy was stunned, revealing an incredulous expression.
She thought White Mitchellâs bargaining was odd enough, but she never expected that the peddler would be the real oddball.
Who sells their goods like that?
Werenât you just tarnishing your own commodities?
You were just talking so big before, but now, donât tell me the Ginseng is fake?
With wide, innocent eyes, Lucy looked at them in surprise, confusion filling her heart.
At this moment, White Mitchell slapped his forehead as if regretting: âDamn, Iâve been fooled, even ten lower grade Blood Stones is too much.â
Upon hearing these words, the peddlerâs face suddenly took on a sinister expression, âBrother, what are you implying? We have already agreed on the price, are you considering reneging now?â
Thisâ¦
White Mitchell pretended to be troubled and then plaintively explained, âPlease understand my situation, Iâm doing this for someone else, these Blood Stones arenât mine. If I really spend ten Blood Stones to buy this Ginseng, wonât my boss kill me?â
âThatâs your problem, it has nothing to do with me. Cut to the chase; if you donât leave ten Blood Stones here today, donât even think about leaving!â The peddler revealed his darker side and directly threatened.
The look of distress on White Mitchellâs face intensified, and he uttered, somewhat painfully, âhow about this, Iâll pick up a few more trinkets from your stall. This way, Iâll also have something to show when I get back. How about it?â
The peddler, hearing this, showed an impatient expression, âFine, take them then. However, you canât touch these few items, understood?â@@novelbin@@