My Father Is Definitely Possessed-Chapter 154 - 123: Who Says You Have to Spend Money to Buy Things? (Part 2)

Chapter 154: Chapter 123: Who Says You Have to Spend Money to Buy Things? (Part 2)

"The Seven Sons of Cyan Lotus are all Grandmaster-level warriors. Their swordsmanship is exceptional, especially when forming a sword array. They were once unparalleled, and the Cyan Lotus Sword Sect was extremely popular back then, but unfortunately, it fell into decline later on." Xue Qianbai glanced at the young man named Ye Zifan and said, "If I remember correctly, the decline started by the ninth generation of the Cyan Lotus Sword Sect."

"You must have just joined, and then the Cyan Lotus Sword Sect was destroyed."

"Yes." Ye Zifan nodded, seemingly too hungry to speak much, and just looked at Li Changqing and said, "Your eyes are wise, you can see this is a treasure, why don’t you buy it."

"You joined, and then the Cyan Lotus Sword Sect was gone?" Li Changqing instinctively took two steps back, wondering if this unlucky sect was destroyed because of Ye Zifan’s presence.

Xue Qianbai pointed at the wooden box and said, "This item was rumored to have been unearthed by the Cyan Lotus Sword Sect a few years after it was destroyed and ended up in this kid’s hands."

"Countless experts have come across this item in the black market over the past three years, but the mechanism inside is extremely complex, and nobody has been able to open it. Even if it’s opened, no one knows what’s inside."

"Whether it holds treasure or danger, no one can say for sure," Xue Qianbai reminded Li Changqing.

"This is indeed a treasure!"

Ye Zifan said excitedly at this moment, "This thing might hold secrets about our Cyan Lotus Sword Sect’s Seven Kills Cyan Lotus Sword Array, and the Seven Kills Cyan Lotus Map could be hidden inside!"

"It’s just a rumor."

Xue Qianbai stared at Ye Zifan.

Ye Zifan wanted to argue but found himself unable to say anything.

After the Cyan Lotus Sword Sect’s destruction, the sect disbanded, and many people snatched up the treasures of the Cyan Lotus Sword Sect, but none found the Seven Kills Cyan Lotus Map. Later, when this item emerged, many suspected that the map was hidden inside.

Unfortunately, no one has been able to open the strange wooden box.

"How much do you want?" Li Changqing asked.

Hearing Li Changqing ask the price, Xue Qianbai gave Li Changqing an unexpected look but said nothing further.

Ye Zifan’s eyes also glimmered with excitement.

"Eight million silver taels, just eight million taels, and this treasure will be yours!" Ye Zifan gritted his teeth and stated the figure.

Li Changqing was surprised by the price.

Does this kid have x-ray vision, seeing how much money I have on me?

How did he know I was carrying eight million silver taels?

The wood, nurturing such a murderous aura, is indeed rare; it’s certainly a valuable treasure, and the box—Li Changqing thought he might give it a try to open it, in case there’s a real treasure inside to make a fortune.

But then again, what if there’s nothing inside?

To put it bluntly, this thing is just a mystery box.

Spending eight million taels on a mystery box—isn’t that too foolish?

No wonder it’s called a black market; people here are truly unscrupulous.

"Lower the price," Li Changqing shook his head, "Eight million taels for a piece of useless wood, I still don’t know what’s inside, too much of a loss."

"What price would you like, elder?" Ye Zifan seemed eager for money, hence agreed to Li Changqing’s bargaining request.

If it were three years ago, he wouldn’t even sell it for ten million taels.

But now, many know that the wooden box simply can’t be opened; some even thought of splitting it open with an axe but feared it might actually contain a painting, risking destruction—resulting in a decline of interested buyers.

Guarding this item, Ye Zifan stayed in this eerie place for three years without daring to leave, knowing he couldn’t protect it once outside, liable to be robbed. In this black market, no one can act recklessly.

Yet he’s had enough of this life.

He wants a large sum of money to leave.

To live an ordinary life, buy a house, marry a wife—he’s still young, not even twenty, he can’t spend his life guarding this useless box.

"Three million taels," Li Changqing held up three fingers.

"Seven million," Ye Zifan insisted.

"Four million!" Li Changqing counter-offered.

Ye Zifan clearly considered four million, yet recalling the life he endured in these years, his determination firmed up.

"Five million, won’t go any lower," Ye Zifan gritted his teeth.

Seeing Ye Zifan insist, Li Changqing knew this was his bottom line; if offered lower, he really wouldn’t sell.

Hence Li Changqing hesitated not, feigning putting his hand into his sleeve, extracting five one-million tael silver notes.

"I’ll buy it," he said, handing the silver notes to Ye Zifan.

Ye Zifan gulped hard.

With trembling hands, he was about to take the silver notes.

Yet suddenly a voice proclaimed, "I’ll take it!"

With those words, a hand reached out, slapping the silver notes from Li Changqing’s hand.

Several notes flew, landing on the ground.

Li Changqing frowned, wasn’t it so that nobody dared make trouble in the black market?

Following the voice direction.

He discovered a refined young gentleman, around sixteen or seventeen, dressed luxuriously, exuding a noble aura.

More critically, this nobleman’s face was not masked.

Meanwhile, he was accompanied by several skilled individuals.

Each emitted an Innate aura.

One amongst them even possessed Innate Perfection cultivation.

It was this Innate Perfection adept who had sent Li Changqing’s silver notes flying.

Their bodies bore traces of battle aura, evidently of military origin.

"This item is what I want," the young man stepped forward, observing the wooden box and smiling, "Long have I heard of the Cyan Lotus Sword Sect’s peculiar box, likely containing the Seven Kills Cyan Lotus Map, today’s first sight indeed marks its uniqueness."

"Sir, my treasure box has been sold to this elder," Ye Zifan said, looking at Li Changqing.

Li Changqing also looked at the youth; the surrounding Innate warriors glanced at Li Changqing, especially the man who had sent Li Changqing’s notes flying—his gaze was filled with disdain, treating Li Changqing as insignificant.

"So what?"

The youth sneered coldly, "In Beihan Country, there’s nothing I, Crown Prince, want but cannot have."

"Jian Qing, bring the money."

With that, the youth turned to leave.

The Innate Perfection adept accompanied him, producing five one-million tael silver notes, handing them to Ye Zifan, simultaneously glancing at Li Changqing, sternly remarking, "Out of the way."

Li Changqing took a step back seeing this.

Ye Zifan hesitated at the silver notes, looked at Li Changqing.

To his surprise, Li Changqing smiled and said, "Selling to anyone means selling; since they paid, accept it."

"Huh?"

Ye Zifan hesitated.

Xue Qianbai was also taken aback by Li Changqing’s words.

"Fair enough," Jian Qing said coldly, "Know whom not to offend, you’ll live much longer, you’re a smart one."

Having tossed the silver notes before Ye Zifan, he lifted the wooden box, following the youth.

"You don’t want that item?" Xue Qianbai watched Li Changqing, puzzled.

How could a dignified Painting Saint take such insults and remain so calm?

Yet Li Changqing merely grinned, raising his hand, whereupon the scattered silver notes rose from the ground into his palm.

"Old Bai, you once wondered why we must use the gate entering the inner city?"

"So today, I ask you, why must we buy things with money given our cultivation?"

Xue Qianbai’s eyes flashed with surprise.

"It’s the black market; trouble here brings consequences," Xue Qianbai warned, "Moreover, that youth is Beihan Country’s Ninth Prince; should you act against him, Beihan Country won’t spare you."

"I’m masked, who’d recognize me?" Li Changqing shook his head, "I sense this black market is overseen by a formidable force, though strong, not qualified to detain us. Don’t worry, I’m merely retrieving the item, won’t kill the prince."