Five hundred taels!
Chen Xuan's mind is completely occupied with this number now.
Even though he knows this White Tiger is valuable, he didn't expect it could sell for that much.
"Five hundred taels should be enough to buy a cultivation technique, right?"
Nowadays,
five hundred taels is a huge amount.
Even if the cultivation technique is rare, it shouldn't be overly ridiculous, right?
"Right?"
Suddenly,
his gaze falls upon Old Qin who is standing next to him.
This old man surely is knowledgeable, let's ask him!
He doesn't care whether the old man is willing to answer,
anyway,
Chen Xuan is thinking now,
he'll just ask,
it's no loss even if he gets no answer.
Chen Xuan's face lights up with a smile, people say you don't hit a smiling face, so he's just opening his mouth to ask.
"Mr. Qin, may I ask where in the black market I can buy cultivation techniques?"
"And, roughly how much would it cost?"
"You want to buy a cultivation technique?"
Before Old Qin can speak, Li Fang who is standing nearby jumps in to ask.
"Yes!"
Chen Xuan nods.
However, he is wary of him.
This guy,
really doesn't seem like a good person.
"Don't cause trouble. You can't even tell the good from the bad, let alone cultivation techniques, what do you know! Don't mess other people up."
Old Qin glares at Li Fang.
How could he not know the little thoughts in this kid's mind?
Looking at Chen Xuan's attire, he looks like a typical hunter at first glance.
Probably worked hard to reach the Martial Artist level, hunted such a precious Hanging Crystal White-jawed Tiger, and is thinking of selling it for money to buy a cultivation technique.
Not easy.
Moved by a bit of compassion, perhaps.
So he says, "The value of cultivation techniques varies, and they are rare, so in the black market, most are fake. If you really want to buy a cultivation technique, then go to the Treasure Pavilion in the West District. It's pricier there, but at least it won't be fake. That's all I'll say, the rest is up to you."
"Thank you, Mr. Qin."
Chen Xuan observes his expression, and it seems he's speaking the truth.
He respectfully bows deeply.
Moreover, Li Fang,
at this moment, looks a bit unhappy.
Just as Old Qin mentioned earlier,
Chen Xuan is like a fat sheep now,
he naturally had ideas, but,
with Old Qin's interference, the fat sheep Chen Xuan has run away.
How could he be happy?
"Oh, by the way, you don't have to sell this Hanging Crystal White-jawed Tiger here, take it directly to the Treasure Pavilion, they accept it there too."
At this moment,
Old Qin adds.
"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Qin, I'll go right away!"
Chen Xuan hears this, thanks again, and carries the White Tiger towards the West District.
After he leaves,
Li Fang protests impatiently, "You're ruining my business! Old Qin!"
"It's bullshit, I'm doing you a favor, look at this guy, obviously an honest person, not easy, doesn't your conscience hurt when you deceive him?"
Old Qin ignores him, turns and goes back into the small room.
"Heh, what is conscience? Can it be eaten?"
Li Fang sneers.
He's been an orphan since childhood, surviving all this time by having no conscience.
That old man is now talking to him about this stuff?
Ridiculous!
At this moment,
Old Qin, just like before, lies down on the table, closes his eyes.
Li Fang is also puzzled,
this old man is also a black-hearted person, why is he so kind this time?
Really strange!
"Ah!"
Shaking his head, sighing, he leaves the place.
....
The West District, across from the East District.
However,
entry to the West District didn't cost anything.
The West District is completely different from the East District,
it feels more like a small market.
Row upon row of small houses, it has a kind of Blue Star storefront feel.
Moreover each house has a sign at the top, naming a different pavilion,
at the threshold,
there's a big sign indicating what's sold there.
"There are quite a lot of people here."
Compared to the East District, it's much more lively here.
However,
Chen Xuan is in no mood to look around, he's searching for the Treasure Pavilion.
Finally,
in the center of the West District, he sees a big sign.
Treasure Pavilion!
Similarly, at the threshold of Treasure Pavilion, a wooden sign stands.
"Anything you want, as long as you have money!"
Though it's just a few words, this phrase... such arrogance!
Chen Xuan is taken aback by what's written on the sign.
He walks into the Treasure Pavilion.
What he sees first,
is a three-meter-long counter, dark red.
Clearly made of exquisite wood.
At this moment,
there's a middle-aged man around forty, with a broad back and a strong build, a stubble beard, wearing a light grey fur coat with a white fur collar.
It's hard to imagine such a big man,
the first impression is like a bandit.
At this moment, he's holding a brush, writing something.
But Chen Xuan doesn't care much about that,
he gently puts down the sack he's carrying, then asks, "Shopkeeper, I have a Hanging Crystal White-jawed Tiger, do you take it?"
Chen Jingtian,
a renowned disciple of the previous generation of the Chen Family, was injured and unable to advance in Martial Dao since then.
Afterward,
he was assigned as the shopkeeper of the Treasure Pavilion in the black market.
Speaking of the Chen Family,
it's one of the three major families in Yunze County.
At this moment, he lifts his head and examines him.
Actually, from the moment he entered, he sensed his presence.
Just,
he was busy checking the ledger for the past period and didn't have time.
But,
upon hearing about the Hanging Crystal White-jawed Tiger, he becomes instantly intrigued and puts down the brush.
However,
when he sees Chen Xuan,
his eyebrows raise slightly.
His clothes are worn and he looks frail, a typical village hunter.
As an Eighth-Grade Martial Artist, he doesn't sense anything unusual.
After all,
the Hanging Crystal White-jawed Tiger isn't an animal a regular hunter can capture.
So, he confirms, "Is it really a Hanging Crystal White-jawed Tiger? You're not mistaken?"
"Old Mr. Qin in the East District has seen it, shouldn't be mistaken."
"He's seen it? Then it must be right."
He says while stepping from behind the counter, looking at the large sack on the ground, pointing, "In here?"
"Yes, shopkeeper!"
Chen Xuan opens the sack, taking out the Hanging Crystal White-jawed Tiger once again.
"It's a good item!"
Indeed,
as soon as the tiger appears, Chen Jingtian glances casually and can't help but admire it.
He's a Martial Artist,
and years ago when he was in Ninth Grade, he and other family disciples had hunted a Hanging Crystal White-jawed Tiger in the mountains.
So,
he recognizes it at first glance.
Just,
compared to the one he hunted, this one is at least half larger.
"You caught this?"
Chen Jingtian asks the same question as Old Qin earlier.
This Hanging Crystal White-jawed Tiger is too big.
Its strength is greater than the one he hunted!
Back then, even with three Ninth-Grade Martial Artists, it took quite an effort to eventually kill it.
So,
he had such inquiries.
Moreover, he sees Chen Xuan is young, if he truly has such strength, as long as no issues arise, he could be considered a talent.