Chapter 337: Chapter 337: Nine Dragons Altar_1
Shangguan Yan, who was originally very angry, saw Qin Feng staring straight at her, and the anger in her stomach suddenly dissipated.
"Cheap, aren’t I?" she cursed, none too pleased.
"Not cheap, very beautiful!" Qin Feng cheekily replied.
"Beat it!"
Qin Feng couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to this woman anymore, but instead pointed at the pile of clay jars and asked the cripple, "How much for these clay jars?"
"Handsome, these are not just any clay jars, these are medicinal brewing jars."
Wang Quezi’s response surprised Qin Feng, because among those clay jars there indeed were medicinal brewing jars, and not just any ordinary ones—they were the creme de la creme, the Nine Dragons Altar.
In the legends, the Nine Dragons Altar was used to hold the nine dragon eggs when the Dragon bore its legendary nine offspring. Thus, the Nine Dragons Altar contains the breath of nine dragons, and it never fades. Ordinary medicinal herbs thrown into the Nine Dragons Altar could also brew into Spiritual Medicine.
If he could get his hands on the Nine Dragons Altar and add it to the Seven-Dragon Alchemy Furnace he had obtained before, as well as the Spiritual Medicine he had collected from the Valley of Thousand Poisons, Qin Feng could refine many pills of different grades and effects. Many of them would significantly benefit his cultivation.
"This thing is a medicinal brewing jar?"
Qin Feng was about to reach out to touch it when Shangguan Yan slapped his hand away, reminding him, "In the Ghost Market, you shouldn’t touch things if you’re not buying them—if you touch, you must buy!"
"Touch and must buy? Is it really that strict? Does that mean if I touch you, I have to marry you?" Qin Feng joked, grinning cheekily.
"Who wants to marry you? Who would ever marry a stinky rogue like you? This broken clay jar is worthless; let’s go somewhere else."
Shangguan Yan tried to drag Qin Feng away; the seller, Wang Quezi, was not to be trifled with.
Wang Quezi was a local scholar, also known as a tomb raider, and belonged to the Southern Faction. Tomb raiders of Dragon Country were divided into two main factions: the Southern and the Northern.
The Southern Faction was known for daring to loot any tomb, and their actions were extremely ruthless.
In short, the power of the Southern Faction was far stronger than that of the Loyal Sect. That’s why Shangguan Yan didn’t want Qin Feng to provoke Wang Quezi and invite unnecessary trouble.
However, Qin Feng stood still like a wooden stake, unmoved no matter how much Shangguan Yan pulled at him.
"Let’s go!" Shangguan Yan could only urge him.
"I’m not going, I want to buy this clay jar." Qin Feng suddenly reached out, touched one of the clay jars, and said, "Now that I’ve touched it, according to the rules of the Ghost Market, I must buy it."
This little maneuver of his made Shangguan Yan so angry she stamped her foot.
"You... you jerk, what are you randomly touching for? I don’t know you, you sort it out yourself!"
Since she couldn’t control him, Shangguan Yan decided to let go and not care anymore. She wanted to see how Qin Feng would get out of this mess.
Seeing Qin Feng touch the clay jar, a smile immediately bloomed across Wang Quezi’s old face. The big fish of the evening had arrived.
He had not opened shop for half a year, and tonight’s catch, he decided, ought to be fleeced thoroughly—at least enough to last him three years.
"Handsome, since you know the rules of the Ghost Market, I won’t say much. This medicinal brewing jar, not only is it an antique from a thousand years ago, it was also used by Medicine King Sun Simiao. Since fate has brought you here, I won’t ask for a high price. Just give me five million, and I’ll sell you that clay jar—no, I mean the medicinal brewing jar—that you touched just now."
Five million?
Upon hearing this price, Shangguan Yan was taken aback.
She expected Wang Quezi to fleece Qin Feng, but she didn’t think the old man would go to such extremes!
Although she had decided not to interfere anymore, Shangguan Yan ultimately couldn’t stand by and do nothing.
Pointing at the clay jar, she coldly said, "Wang Quezi, even if you’re to beat a dog, you should at least look at its owner first!"
"Yan, you and I go way back. It’s only because of you that I’m only asking for five million. If it wasn’t for this handsome guy being with you, I would’ve asked him for fifty million."
"You want fifty million for a broken clay jar? Is even one of yours worth five bucks?"
"Five bucks would be underestimated. I got these medicinal brewing jars for fifty bucks each. Even though they cost me fifty, it’s my old face that allowed me to get this batch of goods.
My old face is priceless. Asking for just five million each is already giving you a lot of face, Yan. Don’t be ungrateful!"
Wang Quezi said this to hard-ball Shangguan Yan. He openly admitted that he spent only fifty bucks on each of these broken clay jars, and now he was asking Qin Feng for five million for one, and Qin Feng had to buy it.
Because that’s the rule of the Ghost Market—touch and you must buy!
If anyone’s to blame, it’s Qin Feng himself for being foolish, for not asking the price before he touched.
Such a move was basically handing Wang Quezi a chance to ask any price he wanted to rip him off, wasn’t it?
Shangguan Yan’s pretty face turned hot with anger. Initially, she thought Wang Quezi would at least give her some face, but this old man was giving none whatsoever.
