Chapter 319: My Ancestor, Fang Tingyuan
Thirty-five?
Fang Chen nodded. This price was pretty good. It had even exceeded his initial expectations.
Just as Fang Chen was about to speak, the shopkeeper, furrowing his brow, said, "Thirty-five low-grade spirit stones? You won’t be making a profit at all."
Fang Ao chuckled. "You’re the one trying to make a profit. I’m just buying them for personal use, so why would I need to profit?"
The shopkeeper nodded. "Very well, then we won't compete with you for these few talismans, Brother Fang. If I make an offer of thirty-five low-grade spirit stones, I won’t be able to make a profit at all.”
Wu Jiuquan was stunned, and his tongue suddenly felt all tied up.
Fang Ao seemed to have caught on to something, as he started laughing heartily before turning to Fang Chen with a smile. "Little brother, how many Purple Lightning Talismans do you have on hand? Tell me so I can calculate how much I’ll need to pay. I’ll have someone bring the spirit stones immediately."
Glancing at his storage ring, Fang Chen said, "I have about a 116."
Fang Ao looked somewhat excited when he heard that. "Are they all peak-grade?"
Fang Chen nodded slightly. "Yes."
The shopkeeper, who had been about to leave, stopped right in his tracks. Did he hear that correctly? 116 peak-grade Purple Lightning Talismans?!
By now, Fang Ao had already burned several Communication Talismans, and he was now chatting with Fang Chen to find out about his background.
The shopkeeper's eyes slowly drifted toward Wu Jiuquan, staring unblinkingly at him. The sternness in his eyes was palpable.
Wu Jiuquan kept his head low, not daring to meet his eyes. He had caused quite the mess.
Selling over a hundred Purple Lightning Talismans would net a profit of at least several hundred spirit stones, that’s enough to buy a mid-grade, yellow rank treasure.
But that wasn’t the most important part; when it came to Purple Lightning Talismans, profit was secondary, as one could leverage them as favors, since they were very scarce.
Wu Jiuquan's heart dropped to his stomach.
Shopkeeper Wu tried to salvage the situation, plastering a nice smile and clasping his fist. "I didn't know you had so much to sell, Little brother, that’s why I set the price rather low. Would you be willing to sell all your Purple Lightning Talismans to us if I set the price at thirty-six spirit stones?"
Fang Ao frowned slightly but remained silent. Even though what Shopkeeper Who was doing was quite unethical, this was business at the end of the day—the highest bidder won.
Fang Chen smiled faintly. "Nope. I've already come to an agreement with senior. What's the point of earning an extra hundred or so low-grade spirit stones?"
Fang Ao immediately showed a hint of a smile when he heard that, nodding gently.
The shopkeeper's expression shifted erratically, and his smile turned a little forced. "In that case, may I have the honor of seeing the peak-grade Purple Lightning Talisman?"
Oh...
Everyone suddenly realized what was going on.
Both Fang Ao and Wu Jiuquan also looked at Fang Chen. They had talked so much already but they hadn’t seen the Purple Lightning Talismans yet. What if this person had just been boasting?
Peak-grade, yellow rank pills and spiritual herbs only went for about one or two hundred low-grade spirit stones, while some might go for seven or eight hundred low-grade spirit stones.
For example, the Hundred-Year Blood Ginseng left behind by Supreme Immortal Pudu wasn't really worth much.
When I craft the Illusion Talismans, True Fire Talismans, and Binding Talismans and sell them, I’ll be able to make some more money. If luck is on my side, I might even be able to promote Little Sword and get to the third rank of the sword body, Fang Chen thought to himself.
There was now a bit of admiration in Fang Ao’s eyes as he looked at Fang Chen, and smiling, he asked, "What should I call you, young brother? You don't seem to be from the inner city?”
Fang Chen smiled. "I am actually not from the Grand Qian Empire.”
"He’s not from the Grand Qian Empire?"
Immediately, everyone's imagination ran wild.
Just then, Xia Ji walked over curiously, having noticed the crowd that had gathered.
"Brother Fang, what's going on?" asked Xia Ji.
"Isn't this Master Chanyuan's disciple, Xia Ji?"
"Does he know this person?"
People were getting curious.
"So you’re also surnamed Fang," Fang Ao suddenly brightened. "We might be distant relatives from five hundred years ago!"
Xia Ji was taken aback."Huh? Senior Fang Ao?"
Fang Ao smiled and nodded. "Little Xia, it's been a while. Is this your friend?"
"Senior Fang Ao, this... it's a long story. He might really have been from the same family as yours five hundred years ago," said Xia Ji with a strange expression.
Everyone froze upon hearing this. That didn't seem like a joke. Nobody dared to joke about the Fang Family in the capital.
The shopkeeper Wu's expression shifted slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.
Fang Ao furrowed his brows slightly, and with a faint smile, he said, "You must be joking, Little Xia."
"I am Fang Chen, a descendant of Fang Tianyuan," said Fang Chen, bowing respectfully.
"Fang Tingyuan?"
Fang Ao and the others were first stunned, then a look of disbelief appeared on their faces.
That generation?!
There was a Golden Core Realm ancestor in the Fang Family with that name, but that was hundreds of years ago!
"Wait a minute, you said your ancestor's name is Fang Tingyuan?! Isn't he the one who was expelled four hundred years ago...?” said a Foundation Building Realm disciple of the Fang Family, freezing in shock abruptly, his mouth hanging.