Chapter 3736 — The Trash King
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A hundred and fifty spirit jade? Wei Zhao's heart skipped a beat.
That price was hardly low—among all the early Foundation Establishment spirit beast carcasses he had seen priced so far, it already ranked at the very top. This bearded middle-aged man was indeed rather generous.
Seeing Wei Zhao waver, another merchant at his side grew anxious and hurriedly called out, "I bid a hundred and sixty spirit jade!"
The bearded man shot the man a glance, not even bothering to lift an eyelid, and immediately raised his offer. "A hundred and eighty spirit jade!"
The others, seeing him so flush with wealth and so plainly determined to have it, could only sigh in helpless resignation. A Nine-Tailed Cloud-Piercing Leopard carcass was exceedingly rare, true, but at bottom it was still only an early Foundation Establishment spirit beast, and this price had all but exceeded the ceiling.
If they bid any higher, even if they won the thing, they likely would earn no profit at all once it was finally sold—they would simply be running themselves ragged for the sake of Wei Zhao, a total stranger they had never met.
Yet even so, one merchant gritted his teeth and pushed the price up anyway. "I bid a hundred and eighty-five spirit jade!"
But before Wei Zhao could react at all, the bearded man called out again. "Two hundred spirit jade!"
At that, every other merchant fell silent.
To pay more than two hundred spirit jade for the carcass of an early Foundation Establishment spirit beast—even one as rare as the Nine-Tailed Cloud-Piercing Leopard—would surely be a losing bargain, with no profit to be had whatsoever.
Even Wei Zhao could not help but look at the bearded man with a shade more respect. To be honest, his first impression of the man had been that of a typical merchant—seemingly sincere and warm, but with calculation hidden underneath, the sort who might fleece you at any moment. Now, however, it seemed that even if he was a merchant, he was a merchant with nerve.
For the carcass of a Nine-Tailed Cloud-Piercing Leopard without even a demon core, he dared to bid as high as two hundred spirit jade without batting an eye, leaving his rivals utterly speechless. Such nerve was not something ordinary men possessed.
Wei Zhao glanced at the faces of the others and could tell they would bid no higher. But just as he was about to strike the deal, a bystander in the crowd suddenly gave a sigh and said, looking at Wei Zhao, "This is a rare prize indeed—what a pity to sell it!"
Wei Zhao was taken aback and studied the man carefully. His features were utterly ordinary, his dress plain and unremarkable—one might even call it shabby—and his cultivation was nothing formidable, only the peak of early Foundation Establishment. He did not stand out in a crowd in the slightest.
Yet on closer inspection, Wei Zhao found that there was something distinctly different about the man's bearing—not the air of a brilliant prodigy, but something more like the temperament of a scholar who had devoted himself year in and year out to one single pursuit.
If he had to name someone close at hand for comparison, the feeling this man gave Wei Zhao was somewhat akin to Han Jingyi.
In daily life, that girl Han Jingyi was a bit muddled and showed no particular talent, yet in the matter of pill refinement alone her gift could be called unprecedented. Given the chance to develop it fully, she was the kind of once-in-an-era figure who could overturn the entire world of pills and lead the transformation to come.
And this utterly ordinary man before him carried that same uncommon air—except that his gift need not lie in pill refinement.