It is simply a pipe dream to want to buy a blood ginseng of such excellent quality with just a low-grade spirit stone.
It was obvious that the young monk was blackmailing the old man, and was doing it blatantly.
But he is an immortal cultivator after all. Although the mortals around him can see it, they dare not say anything.
Seeing that no one dared to speak, the old man's expression gradually turned into confusion and despair.
The young monk folded his arms, looked at the scene with pride, and then said with a proud smile:
"How about it? Are you willing to sell the blood ginseng to me now?"
The old man gritted his teeth, then put the blood ginseng into the box and said:
"No! You are going too far. At worst, I won't sell this blood ginseng!"
A hint of murderous intent flashed in the young monk's eyes. If they were not in the market with so many people, he would not waste his breath and could just rob directly.
But for the sake of the blood ginseng, he squatted down, stared at the old man, and then threatened in a voice that only the two of them could hear:
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"Old man, I'm warning you, you'd better sell this blood ginseng to me now, otherwise don't blame me for waiting until no one is around to snatch it away. Then you won't get a single spirit stone, and you'll get beaten for nothing."
The old man was frightened and turned pale. He hesitated for a while, but finally said with all his strength:
"Okay, I..."
"etc!"
Just when the old man was about to agree to sell the blood ginseng, Zhou Yao and Lu Chen stood up.
Everyone's eyes immediately focused on the two of them. The young monk looked at them and asked with disdain:
"You two little brats? What are you looking for here?"
Lu Chen snorted coldly and exposed him without hesitation: "This old man's blood is obviously of very good quality, and it may not be worth even a high-grade spirit stone. But you are selling a low-grade spirit stone."
"Even if it's blackmail, it's not as harsh as you are. I can't stand it anymore. I'll buy this old man's blood ginseng."
A glimmer of joy flashed across the eyes of the old man who originally looked gloomy. But when he saw that they were just two children, he sighed and said:
"You two little kids, forget it. This matter is none of your business."
The old man had good intentions. After all, Lu Chen and Zhou Xiao were eight-year-old children and had no intimidating power at all.
But Lu Chen snorted coldly, took out his spirit stone bag and shook it, and the spirit stones in it collided with each other, making a crisp sound.
"I'll buy the spirit stone. Please name a price, old man."
The old man looked up in surprise, and then asked in disbelief: "Are you really willing to buy it?"
Lu Chen snorted coldly, "It's genuine, I buy it if I say so."
When the young monk saw the duck in his mouth was about to fly away, the pride on his face instantly turned into dissatisfaction.
"You two little brats, I advise you not to ruin my good deeds, otherwise I don't mind taking action and teaching you two ignorant guys a lesson."
Facing the young monk's undisguised threat, Lu Chen snorted coldly and said:
"You just said that the highest bidder wins. Now I'm offering a higher price, so this old man chose to sell the blood ginseng to me. Is there a problem?"
The young cultivator gritted his teeth and continued to threaten, "I'm telling you, I'm a disciple of the Supreme Sword Sect. If you don't have anyone to back you up, you'd better get out of here."
"Backer? Ha." Lu Chen sneered and said disdainfully:
"If you threatened me with your strength, maybe I would respect you a little, but I obviously overestimated you."
After saying that, Lu Chen threw a whole bag of spirit stones to the old man.
"Grandpa, these spirit stones are yours, and I'll take the blood ginseng."
After saying that, Lu Chen was about to take the blood ginseng, but the young cultivator shouted angrily: "You want to ruin my business! Don't even think about it!"
After saying that, he was about to kick Lu Chen, but Lu Chen's eyes fixed.
“Puff——”
At some point, Lu Chen had pulled out the wooden sword from his back and instantly cut the young monk's tendons with one sword.
The young monk felt severe pain and immediately fell to the ground, holding his broken tendons and crying out in pain.
Blood splashed onto the surface of the blood ginseng, making the whole blood ginseng look even more red.
"You! How is it possible!? I am a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage!" the young cultivator asked in astonishment, with deep surprise in his eyes.
Lu Chen put the wooden sword back behind him and said disdainfully:
"Foundation Building? You dare to act so arrogantly in front of me with just a Foundation Building? Go home and practice for another two hundred years."
The young monk gritted his teeth, but at the same time he knew that he couldn't afford to mess with the two little brats in front of him.
He stood up and threatened, gritting his teeth:
"You dare to touch me! Just wait, I'll go back and call for help! Today I'm going to kill you two ignorant fellows!"
After saying this, the young monk limped away.
After the young monk left, the old vendor finally came to his senses. He kowtowed repeatedly in gratitude and said:
"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"
At this moment, Zhou Xiao, who had been in a daze, finally came to his senses, because he felt that he had received a lot of goodwill.
The third level of Qi training... the fifth level of Qi training... the seventh level of Qi training... until he broke through to the ninth level of Qi training, Zhou Xiao’s cultivation slowly stopped improving.
He realized that the kindness he received was not only from the old man who was helped, but also from other passers-by who were watching.
Lu Chen helped the old man up and comforted him:
"Grandpa, you don't have to kowtow to me. I buy your things and you sell your things to me. We don't owe each other anything."
After that, Lu Chen picked up the blood ginseng and said with a smile: "Okay, old man, we will leave first."
After saying that, Lu Chen pulled Zhou Xiao away, and the old man watched them leave with gratitude on his face until their figures disappeared.
After getting away from the crowd, Lu Chen seemed to be in a much better mood. Seeing this, Zhou Xiao asked in confusion:
"Brother, you seem to be in a good mood?"
Lu Chen nodded as a matter of course and explained: "Of course, being able to help others, don't you feel bad?"
"By the way, Junior Brother, you did a great job just now."
"Me?" Zhou Xiao asked in disbelief. He scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.
"But... Senior Brother, I clearly didn't do anything, why are you praising me like this?"
Lu Chen shrugged and explained:
"You pulled me up the first second you encountered the problem. Although you were stunned later, I believe that even if I didn't take action, you would still do so."
"After all, as righteous monks, we should help others when encountering such things. We can't let guys like those just now succeed."
Zhou Xiao fell silent. He might choose to draw his sword and help, but he would not do it for justice. He just wanted to gain cultivation. The two purposes were completely different.
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