"What? Five hundred yuan!"
"Yeah, this guy's gone crazy!"
"They really don't know what's good for them; they think they can just ask for an exorbitant price for a broken knife just because someone likes it."
...
The crowd erupted in uproar, casting disdainful glances at Ye Feng.
Even Shen Lang was at a loss for words this time. He had initially thought this junior brother, who was a handyman, was somewhat sensible, but he hadn't expected him to be such a greedy person.
"Boy, you're really courting death, daring to extort a senior brother from the inner sect, you..."
"Get away!"
Tang Jing gave a sharp shout and shoved Tian Bin aside. If it weren't for Tian Bin's endless chatter, he wouldn't have had to go through all this trouble.
While harboring resentment towards Ye Feng, he even began to resent his own companions.
"Junior brother, how about I give you 150? 150 should be a lot of money for you. If you're lucky, you'll be promoted to outer sect, and we can even become friends."
Ye Feng was also in a bit of a dilemma. The other party had used both soft and hard tactics, and 150 was indeed a considerable sum.
The surrounding whispers all said that the other party was kind and generous, and that the person was ungrateful.
If it were them, they would find their own area and do this and that...
"Senior brother, give me four hundred!"
"Hmph! One hundred and twenty yuan!"
Hearing the voices around him offering suggestions, Tang Jing realized that he had already done everything he could for a menial disciple, so why should he be afraid of him going to such lengths?
Before Ye Feng could answer, Tang Jing spoke again.
"one hundred!"
"eighty!"
Tang Jing narrowed his eyes and looked at Ye Feng, who was about to speak.
"Then..."
"Alright! Thank you very much, Junior Brother."
Tang Jing, his face beaming with joy, immediately took over the conversation and prepared to take out his money.
"Six hundred!"
"What?!" Tang Jing stared at Ye Feng in surprise, his face darkening once more.
Do you know what you're saying?
"Seven hundred!"
"you!"
A crowd of onlookers had already gathered, and even the enforcement team was alerted. They only relaxed when they saw that it was just two people haggling over a price.
But one was a menial servant, and the other an inner disciple; this rare scene made them stop and watch.
"They actually dared to raise prices! This guy... he's really something!"
"Yeah, a broken sword isn't even worth a hundred bucks, yet they want to fly to the heavens with a single strike."
"I'm starting to admire them..."
As the saying goes, killing one person makes you a thief, but killing millions makes you the king of kings.
This is Ye Feng's current situation. He was ungrateful before, but now... who would bother arguing with a madman?
"Two hundred! That's the highest price I've offered."
Tang Jing still refused to give up, but her tone was no longer as aggressive as before.
The aggressive one had been replaced by Ye Feng, who calmly and unhurriedly uttered another number.
"Eight hundred! That's my final price."
After saying that, Ye Feng breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't add any more customers; otherwise, he would really lose this client.
This is such a huge deal, one order is enough to make me rich, how could I give it up so easily?
If he hadn't been forced to sell it for 400, he would have actually done so. Now... well, he's already offended them anyway.
The fact that the other party hasn't left yet indicates that they still have the financial resources.
Ye Feng couldn't help but feel contempt for Xu Hao. He was also about to reach the seventh level of Qi Refining in the inner sect, yet he couldn't even bear to let go of a pill bottle...
It seems that alchemy is a profession that will bankrupt three generations.
"three hundred!"
Ye Feng shook his head.
"Four hundred! We'll go with the price you initially agreed on!"
Tang Jing's eyes were bloodshot; if the law enforcement team hadn't been watching the spectacle, he would have eaten someone alive.
"Sell it! That's so much money!"
"Yes, young man, if you scare people away, you won't have this chance again,"
...
Seeing Ye Feng's resolute expression, the winds of change shifted once again.
Although the item belongs to someone else, and they can buy it or not, if Tang Jing doesn't buy it, it's just a broken knife...
Seeing that Tang Jing refused to raise the price any further, Ye Feng finally made a move.
He swung the broken sword twice in the air, finally letting his palm lightly brush against the blade.
"A top-grade magic weapon! Even if it's broken, with a little repair, it's comparable to a regular high-grade magic weapon. If it comes across a knife enthusiast, selling it for 1,500 wouldn't be a problem!"
After speaking, Ye Feng looked directly at Tang Jing.
"Whoosh..."
"A top-grade magic weapon!"
"So it's a top-grade magic weapon!"
"I heard that even the cheapest top-grade magic weapon costs tens of thousands..."
...
As soon as Ye Feng finished speaking, the dozens of people around him suddenly realized why Tang Jing was so persistent.
He's from the Weapon Refining Hall, so he must have known about its value beforehand.
Shen Lang, standing beside him, was also taken aback. Even he had gone to great lengths to acquire a top-grade flying sword, never expecting that this unassuming broken blade had actually been a top-grade magic weapon.
Although it hurts a bit, I can't blame anyone but myself for being blind; there's nothing I can do about it.
However, Ye Feng, a mere handyman disciple, knew it was a top-grade magic weapon just by touching it a few times, which made Ye Feng look at him with new respect once again.
Tang Jing, standing in front of Ye Feng, abandoned his last shred of hope and gave Ye Feng a deep look.
It turns out that this handyman really did know about the knife.
Once a weapon is forged, the material becomes an alloy. Unless it's made from very special spiritual materials, it's difficult to discern its original quality after it's damaged.
He only recognized the knife because he had seen it by chance in the weapon-refining hall...
Tang Jing glanced at Ye Feng with a gloomy look, then let out a long sigh.
"Okay, let's do it the way my junior brother suggested, eight hundred yuan."
After saying that, he took out a spirit stone from his storage bag that was larger than a low-grade spirit stone.
"This mid-grade spirit stone is a deposit. Please wait for me for an hour, junior brother!"
After saying that, he tossed the spirit stone to Ye Feng and turned to leave.
The crowd stared in disbelief as the two completed the transaction in such a short time, and began to murmur amongst themselves.
Some say Ye Feng got incredibly lucky... others say Tang Jing got a great deal.
And there are more.....
Shen Lang touched his nose, somewhat speechless.
"Thank you so much for your help, Senior Brother! Senior Brother Shen! This time it really was..."
In this transaction, Ye Feng profited, and Tang Jing did not lose.
Even passersby witnessed a rare spectacle.
Shen Lang was the only one injured, yet he still spoke up for Ye Feng despite past grievances.
Shen Lang waved his hand.
"Stop saying those things. You got what you deserved by picking up bargains, so nobody can say anything about it. But you're something else, kid. Such a large sum of money... how are you planning to spend it?"
Ye Feng knew he was being reminded that if ten spirit stones could make someone envious, then a hundred would make someone jealous.
Eight hundred pills... that's enough to drive a cultivator who has no hope of advancement and will eventually leave the sect mad.
Ye Feng, having received a modern education, certainly knew the principle of not flaunting one's wealth.
"I haven't decided yet, but I'd like to treat my senior brother to a meal later!"
Um?
What are you planning to treat me to?
"Senior brother's word is final. We'll take this spirit stone!"
Ye Feng smiled when he saw Shen Lang's expression. This senior brother seemed completely unconcerned about the loss of several hundred or even a thousand spirit stones, but his eyes lit up when he heard about being invited to dinner.
"Good lad, you said it yourself, so we won't stand on ceremony. Bringing my brother along is no problem, right?"
"No problem! It's my honor that my two senior brothers are giving me face; I'd be more than happy to do so!"
Ye Feng had long since realized that the relationship between the two was unusual. Brothers among the top ten inner disciples—they weren't ordinary people; most people would kill for such a position. That was certainly true.
However, when people invite you to dinner, it's usually not a good meal; they're either asking you for a favor or trying to make things difficult for you.
Ye Feng's meal was a lucky start, so the two of them didn't need to feel guilty and naturally didn't need to be polite.
Only half an hour later, Tang Jing and Tian Bin returned again.
Without much talk or any unexpected events, the two completed the transaction immediately.
Looking at the eight glittering mid-grade spirit stones in his hand and the 774.2 transaction points in the system, Ye Feng's heart skipped a beat.
This is how the system should be opened normally!
With the transaction complete, Ye Feng naturally kept his promise and invited the two of them to dinner.
Besides, he doesn't dare to go back directly now.
The way the other menial disciples looked at him was enough to send chills down his spine, especially after encountering Peng Yue and his two companions that day.
His eyes were bloodshot...
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