Chapter 055
The blood of a thousand-year-old zombie?
That thing is not expensive, but it is very useful to Cheng Hui.
"Fellow Daoist...
Lin Qingyang paused.
The blood of a thousand-year-old zombie?
That thing is not expensive, but it is very useful to Cheng Hui.
"Fellow Daoist, why don't you name a price?"
The old man in black robe stroked his beard and said with a smile, "As you know, this thing is quite rare. It was a coincidence that I was able to obtain a bottle."
Lin Qingyang curled his lips and said, "This thing is indeed rare, but that's because its uses are limited. If you want to ask for too much, forget it."
The black-robed elder waved his hands repeatedly. "Fellow Daoist, you've misunderstood. We at Feidu Mountain Villa have always been fair in our dealings. This blood isn't actually ours. It was put on consignment by a fellow Daoist. You'll need to negotiate the exact price with that fellow Daoist."
Lin Qingyang raised his eyebrows. He was indeed interested in the blood, but not in a hurry. However, if the other party offered a reasonable price, he would not mind making a deal.
"Thank you, fellow Daoist."
The old man in black robes smiled. He would also profit from facilitating this transaction. He turned to contact the person who sold the blood, while Lin Qingyang returned to his seat and waited for news.
"What is zombie blood used for?" Cheng Hui asked curiously.
Lin Qingyang carefully explained to him that zombie blood can be used to strengthen his body, and the older the zombie, the better the effect of the blood.
However, the effect will degrade each time it is used. After research by later generations, it was found that the best effect is achieved when the blood of a thousand-year-old zombie is used for the first enhancement.
He hadn't had any expectations at first, after all, zombie blood was quite rare, but he didn't expect to encounter it this time.
Lin Qingyang never hesitates to use spirit stones for things that are beneficial to Cheng Hui. The blood of this thousand-year-old zombie is rare, so it can be said that their luck is quite good.
After a while, the old man in black robes came back and said in a gentle voice, "That fellow Daoist will be here soon. Please wait a moment."
Lin Qingyang nodded to indicate that he understood. The old man in black robe had other things to do, so he asked the waiter to wait here.
The waiter seemed a little nervous after the scare just now, but he did okay in other aspects and did not ignore Cheng Hui again.
Cheng Hui drank a cup of tea happily and observed the room. It was not until he started counting the patterns on the ceiling that he heard someone knocking gently on the door.
Lin Qingyang winked at the waiter, and the waiter went to open the door. As the door opened, a slightly sloppy monk walked in.
He was wearing a gray robe with a few pieces of mud on the inconspicuous part of the hem. His messy hair was fixed with a small wooden stick. His face was pale and his eyes were lifeless. At first glance, he looked more like a corpse than Cheng Hui.
"Are you the one who wants to buy the blood of the thousand-year-old zombie?" The monk looked around and found the real culprit. He stared at Lin Qingyang with a bit of disbelief.
"It's me."
The monk frowned, not knowing what he was thinking about, and revealed an unhappy expression: "Boy, it's not that I look down on you, but can you afford it?"
Lin Qingyang didn't even raise his eyelids: "Just name a price and you'll know."
The monk also knew that the buyer found by Feidu Villa must be wealthy, and he said this just to vent his resentment.
The disciples of these big sects are really rich. They spend so much energy but can only barely make ends meet. There is almost no other way to improve their cultivation except to practice hard. It takes a long time to save money to buy a bottle of the lowest level Yuan Dan.
On the other hand, the disciples of these big sects have people offering them whatever they want. They have no shortage of elixirs for their daily practice, and they are extremely domineering when they go out to gain experience. It is clearly their own opportunity, but it is snatched away by those people.
Thinking of this, the cultivator was filled with jealousy towards Lin Qingyang. Why didn't he have the good fortune to be like those big sects? Otherwise, he wouldn't have been scared into giving up the opportunity he had worked so hard to find.
The cultivator's heart was filled with resentment, but he also knew he couldn't afford to offend these people. At least not until he had achieved a certain level of cultivation. So he swallowed his anger and said, "This blood must be exchanged for a cultivation technique, at least of the Xuan level."
Cheng Hui was already quite familiar with the common sense of the cultivation world, and he couldn't help but click his tongue when he heard this.
This person is so bold!
The cultivation techniques in the world of cultivation are divided into four levels: Heaven, Earth, Mysterious, and Yellow. However, this only applies to the top-tier techniques possessed by the major sects. As for inferior techniques, there are many, and many small sects still use those inferior techniques.
Any technique that could be rated as the fourth level of the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang realm was a renowned technique in the Xuanheng Realm. Even a Huang-level technique was enough to establish a small sect. Yet, this person actually wanted to demand a Xuan-level technique based on a piece of zombie blood?
He was probably treating Lin Qingyang like a child!
In fact, the cultivator did have some small thoughts in his mind because he saw that Lin Qingyang was young.
Kung Fu is the foundation of a cultivator. He always felt that his progress was so slow because his Kung Fu was too poor, and it was definitely not because he didn't work hard.
It's obvious that this child is young, and he may not know the importance of the skills. To buy it with spirit stones, he has to pay real money, but if he buys it with the skills, he just needs to tell him the skills, and he won't lose anything. The child is greedy and may choose the latter.
As for Lin Qingyang, if he was really tricked into revealing the technique and was punished by the sect... then what did it matter to him? As long as he got the technique, he would wish that little geniuses like him would die soon!
Before Lin Qingyang could say anything, Cheng Hui couldn't help but said, "You don't look good, but you are beautiful. You also need a technique. Why don't you ask a big man in the Spiritualization Stage to recognize you as his master?"
"What nonsense are you talking about!" The monk slammed the table and glared at Cheng Hui.
Cheng Hui curled his lips. "Everyone knows whether I'm talking nonsense or not. Anyway, I can't give you the skills. Don't even think about it!"
Lin Qingyang picked up the teacup and took a sip, as if he didn't hear the argument between the two.
The monk observed for a moment and realized that this child might not be easy to fool. He curled his lips secretly and said impatiently, "Forget it, forget it. It's just my bad luck. For this bottle of zombie blood, I only want twenty bottles of Yuan Bu Dan, plus three thousand spirit stones."
Cheng Hui was so angry that he almost laughed. This guy was really shameless. He offered such a high price for a bottle of zombie blood.
Even the waiter who was serving nearby couldn't stand it anymore. He worked here all day and had a general understanding of the prices of various materials. Therefore, he knew very well that the price quoted by this person was completely insincere and he was simply fooling people.
"My fellow Daoist, if you offer such a price, then it will be meaningless." Lin Qingyang could feel the malice coming from the other party.
He was a little puzzled. Obviously, the two had never met before, so there was naturally no such thing as offense. Then why did this person exude such strong malice towards him?
But he didn't really care. In his previous life, he was used to being stared at with malicious eyes all the time. This level of staring was not even enough for him to raise an eyebrow.
The monk knew his asking price was high, but instead of thinking he was being excessive, he actually thought Lin Qingyang was abominable. "You clearly don't need spirit stones, so why can't you help me sell it for a higher price?!" He'd gone through so much trouble and risked his life to get a bottle of zombie blood. What's wrong with you offering a few more spirit stones?
Although he thought so in his heart, he still made a second offer honestly: "Then twenty bottles of Yuan Bu Dan plus two thousand spirit stones."
Lin Qingyang didn't know about his weird train of thought, and even if he knew, he would just sneer.
There are always some confused people in this world who think that he is right because he is weak. They don’t know what others should do. Anyway, Lin Qingyang never tolerates such people and always kills them with a slap.
"This price is too high." Cheng Hui said on behalf of Lin Qingyang.
The monk's face became increasingly gloomy, and his resentment towards Lin Qingyang grew deeper.
Cheng Hui saw him staring at Lin Qingyang fiercely, and immediately felt unhappy. What's going on? Isn't it normal to bargain when buying things? Why are you staring at my little brat like that? Who are you trying to scare?
"Five bottles of Bu Yuan Dan plus two hundred spirit stones. If you can sell it, sell it. If not, forget it." Cheng Hui was too lazy to waste time with him and directly gave the lowest offer.
The monk was immediately furious: "Five bottles of Bu Yuan Dan and two hundred spirit stones?? Are you sending away beggars?"
Lin Qingyang didn't like this person, so he made the decision directly: "This is the price. If you can accept it, then accept it. If not, forget about this deal."
"What do you mean? You called me here but you don't want to buy anything. Are you kidding me?" The monk slammed the table and said angrily.
Lin Qingyang looked directly at the waiter: "This is the territory of your Feidu Villa, you guys take care of it."
At this time, Lin Qingyang no longer wanted the zombie blood. Although this thing was rare, it could always be found with some effort. Why bother arguing with a top-notch person over a bottle of blood?
Waste of time, waste of life!
If you have this time, why not go out and cultivate feelings with his Huihui?
The waiter quickly called the old man in black robe. The old man had obviously heard the waiter's description and invited the monk to another room with a smile on his face.
The cultivator was indignant, thinking that the people of Feidu Villa were nothing special. They were fawning to the disciples of the big sects, but tried their best to suppress a casual cultivator like me. They didn't even care about their dignity in order to please those people!
If the black-robed old man knew what was going on in his mind, he would have kicked him out. This man was simply a dog biting Lu Dongbin, ungrateful. He had heard from the waiter on the way here that the price offered by this monk was several times that of zombie blood. If that price had been offered at the beginning, he would not have helped to connect them at all. Wouldn't that be offending someone for no reason?
Now they've offered a very reasonable price, at least higher than what they'd offered at Feidu Villa. What else are you dissatisfied with? Are you really expecting them to be a sucker and spend a fortune on such a small amount of zombie blood?
The old man had been a wandering cultivator in the past, and he knew very well that life was not easy for wandering cultivators. Otherwise, he would not have taken the initiative to help connect people.
He could certainly earn a commission from this, but he hoped more that this zombie blood could buy more money to make the monk's life easier.
But now it turned out like this. It was because he was busy and couldn't come. If he was really here, he would have terminated the deal on the spot.
The principle that Feidu Villa has always adhered to is win-win. If the disciple of the Corpse Puppet Sect is really deceived in their store, not only will the other party come to sue them, but their boss will not let him off either!
Because of the monk's actions, the black-robed old man's sympathy for him had long since disappeared. He said coldly, "Five bottles of Bu Yuan Dan plus two hundred spirit stones is already a very good price. You know, although thousand-year-old zombie blood is rare, its uses are even fewer. If you miss this opportunity, you will miss it forever. By then, you might end up with this thing."
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