Chapter 380: Binding Bell

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Chapter 380: Binding Bell

Shopkeeper Lin led Fang Chen to a quiet room.

Inside, Fang Chen saw three high-grade, yellow-rank treasures put up on display.

As Shopkeeper Lin introduced the powers, effects, and the number of Soul Imprints these treasures he had, he casually dropped in their prices, his eyes scanning Fang Chen's face, trying to read anything from his expression; however, Fang Chen was deadpanned throughout his pitch.

While Shopkeeper Lin was busy explaining, Fang Chen's divine soul was also appraising the three treasures. One of them was called the Binding Bell. It had the same effect as the Binding Talisman. It had seventy-two Soul Imprints, making it amongst the finest high-grade, yellow-rank treasures. The other two were significantly inferior, with fifty-three and sixty-four Soul Imprints respectively.

However, even so, they were much stronger compared to those high-grade, yellow-rank treasures that only had thirty-seven or thirty-eight Soul Imprints.

However, these three treasures had one thing in common—they were all more or less damaged, as if they had been worn down in many fierce battles. The aura of their Soul Imprints was also uneven, with some imprints being extremely faint.

Fang Chen's eyes flickered slightly. The Binding Bell is indeed a good item, with seventy-two Soul Imprints. A treasure like that is rare in the Grand Qian Empire.

Fang Chen felt that he could keep this treasure for his own use if he bought it. Even though he wasn't at the Foundation Building Realm yet, his spiritual energy reserves were huge. If he used all of it, he might be able to barely activate the high-grade, yellow-rank treasure. He could even keep it as a trump card to deal with a Golden Core Realm expert like Tong Hu. It could bring about unexpected results.

Fang Chen said calmly, "Shopkeeper Lin, there seems to be something wrong with the Soul Imprints of these three treasures. They seem to have been damaged quite severely. Without an Artifact Master to repair them, I'm afraid they can't be used for long before they break."

Shopkeeper Lin was slightly surprised. How did this blind young man discover the treasures' flaws?

Shopkeeper Lin squinted slightly. No wonder I couldn't see through his cultivation. This guy might be a hidden Golden Core Realm cultivator.

This wasn't too surprising. This wasn't a market any random cultivator would suddenly come to, especially if they intended to buy a peak yellow-rank treasure—The Demonic Suppression Wheel. No one who wasn't capable enough would dare have designs on that treasure.

Shopkeeper Lin explained with a smile. "Daoist, you may not know this, but the previous owners of these treasures have all perished. These treasures have gone through numerous battles with their owners, so some degree of damage is expected. Moreover, their prices are cheap, and I won't sell them at the price of newly forged treasures.

"Take this Binding Bell for example. If it was freshly made, its price would be at least seven thousand low-grade spirit stones, which is already close to some peak-grade, yellow-rank treasures. But now, we're only selling it for five thousand low-grade spirit stones, giving you a discount of two thousand spirit stones.

"And these two items are also priced about twenty to thirty percent lower than newly forged ones.

"To be honest, these three treasures are new arrivals. If you had come a few days later, there would be no doubt that they would've all been sold already."

Fang Chen pondered for a few moments before speaking slowly. "I’ll pay six thousand low-grade spirit stones for the Binding Bell, and five thousand for the other two, which would make it a total of eleven thousand low-grade spirit stones. How does Shopkeeper Lin feel about this price?"

With that, the Golden Core Realm demon cultivator fell silent. Shopkeeper Lin then bowed respectfully and left.

Fang Chen pondered. It seems that the Heavenly Treasures Pavilion is a little sketchy. Whenever anyone buys a treasure, they inform the emperor of the Demon Cloud Empire so they snatch them back.

It might be that the history behind these treasures wasn't what Shopkeeper Lin painted it out to be. They have probably been here for many years, having been bought and snatched back many times.

If Fang Chen hadn't known the Shadow Buddha Technique, he would have stayed in Grand Qian and waited for the trade conference to start. There was no need for him to take such risks. Fortunately, with this technique, he could easily escape from situations that seemed utterly hopeless to others. Perhaps his biggest trump card wasn’t even Little Sword, but the Shadow Buddha Technique.

Back in the quiet room, Shopkeeper Lin returned with a warm smile to Fang Che and said, "Daoist, if you want all three treasures, it will be eleven thousand one hundred low-grade spirit stones."

"I'll take them all." Fang Chen nodded lightly and waved his hand.

Piles of spirit stones appeared in front of him, releasing a rich spiritual energy into the room.

Shopkeeper Lin quickly began counting the number of spirit stones.

Fang Chen took a look at the three treasures and casually stored them in his storage ring.

After a while, Shopkeeper Lin counted exactly eleven thousand one hundred spirit stones, without any discrepancy. Suppressing his greed, he put on a warm smile and said, "Daoist, the transaction is complete. However, I must kindly remind you. This place is not very safe, so you should be careful on your way out."

Fang Chen smiled lightly. "No worries. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."

Shopkeeper Lin felt even happier seeing how confident Fang Chen was. He wasn't afraid of Fang Chen being confident, he was more worried about him being cautious.

Shortly after, Faeng Chen walked out of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion and blended into the crowd before disappearing from sight.

"We lost track of him," said one of Shopkeeper Lin's subordinates, looking somewhat anxious.

Shopkeeper Lin chuckled softly. "It's normal to lose track of him. It doesn't matter."

This was their turf, how could they possibly let someone slip away from their grasp?