Chapter 560
“Impossible!” the fat cultivator cried out as he ground his teeth.
The smile that was on his face long vanished.
Since he was sniffed out, there was no need to pretend anymore.
“You won’t make a loss out of the eight spirit stones you’ll be able to profit.
I do want to buy this,” Caspian pointed at the hemlock, “I can tell it’s been struck by thunder before.
But, the part that’s been passed through the flames of lightning only makes up this much.
That‘s barely a fifth of the wood.”
Caspian gestured accordingly, continuing.
“Also, you’ve meddled with this part right here.
I’d have to chop it off if I were to use it, which lowers the cost of it even further.
This piece of hemlock is worth at most sixty spirit stones on the market, and now I’m buying it off you
for eighty.
I‘m also doing this because you forged it pretty well, what do you think?”
So, he saw through it.
That was the first thought that came to the fat cultivator’s head.
He was confused at how a trick of such finesse could have been foiled, but more than that he was
embarrassed.
That embarrassment quickly turned into indignant rage.
“I’m only trying to make a living, kid.
You sure?” the fat cultivator sneered coldly.
Caspian did not fear him at all.
He planned to cut off all the unusable parts of the hemlock, using the remainder to cultivate his Eye of
Instinct.
That was a plan Caspian was pretty pleased with.
Hemlock was easy to come across.
Hemlock that was passed through lightning? Significantly more difficult to come by.
Caspian was not going to let it go so easily now that he came across it.
“I’ll say it again, I’m not trying to cheat you off your living,” Caspian stared straight into the other man‘s
eyes, smiling lightly, “Aa piece of hemlock-like this sells for sixty spirit stones on the market.
The extra twenty I am paying because your forgery skills have colored me impressed.
As for a matter of honesty, I’m pretty sure you tried to swindle me first.”
The fat cultivator’s expression changed.
“What are you trying to say? How will I know you won’t return to my stall…”
“Oh, that’s not what I was talking about,” Caspian cut the man off, “I was referring to the guy selling the
paintings before.”
At Caspian’s words, the fat cultivator‘s expression darkened even further.
“That was some pretty impressive writing.
Almost had me fooled, you two must be veteran scammers,” Caspian smiled, “I know I look pretty
friendly and innocent.
Lots of people think they can get away with walking all over me.
I’ll let you off today.
Eighty spirit stones and this whole ordeal comes to an end.”
The other man’s eyes shrunk to the size of peas with how hard he glared at Caspian ferociously.
He did not answer Caspian, but his expression was comprehensive enough of his decision.
“You sure you wanna say no? Alright, then.” Caspian cleared his throat.
He cried out loud while raising the hemlock in the air, ”Check this out, everyone…”
“You!” The fat cultivator panicked immediately.
The last thing he expected was that Caspian would expose the truth to the public.
The floating market was formed by an unofficial gathering of individual cultivators, but it was not without
its own rules.
One of them was that swindling was allowed, but only if you got away with it.
If you got caught, you would be heavily punished by the other cultivators.
Cultivation resources for individual cultivators were difficult to come by, after all.
You never knew what people you would come across, and thus there was no point in trying to ban
scamming or swindling.
The founders of the market turned a blind eye to it, but if someone were to be caught for it they would
be punished out of protection for the floating market’s reputation.
It did not matter what kind of market it was, or if it was a market at all.
Any sort of gathering or union valued pride and reputation greatly.
If that was the slightest bit damaged, no one would want to come to the market to trade anymore,
would they?
Without trading, the market would not be able to carry on.
How would its founders sustain themselves to fund the resources they needed then?
The point was, the fat cultivator’s actions were coming in the way of the floating market’s business
operations.
The gazes of all the cultivators around zeroed in on Caspian’s voice.
The fat cultivator’s face paled.
He flew to his stall in a manner not unlike that of a giant boulder, glaring at Caspian.
“Shut up, you! Alright, I’ll do what you want! Happy?!”
“Don’t look so down! You made a profit on this trade, you know,” Caspian laughed.
He long knew that the man would succumb.
After paying the cultivator eighty spirit stones, Caspian put the hemlock away under his indignant glare.
He continued to wander around the market.
Being able to get one of the things he wanted that quickly upon stepping into the market put Caspian
considerably at ease.
He set out that time for the Ganoderma Lucidum and the hemlock, but Caspian stopped to look at other
things that he thought he would need as well.
What Caspian could not help but feel pity about, was the fact that the goods sold at the market mostly
looked impressive, but were mostly of almost no value.
That was because the floating market was made of both sellers and buyers that were cultivators of not
very high realms.
Most of the merchandise that looked brilliant were usually fakes.
People of lesser knowledge would have fallen for it, but there was not a chance when it came to
Caspian, whose spiritual knowledge was of astounding levels.
Even so, by noon Caspian was able to purchase a few materials he would need for some of the spells,
formations, and runes he planned to cultivate.
These materials were available at the Heavenly Stars Sect, but they weren’t very common.
Thus, Caspian thought he’d get some to keep. After all, money was not a problem he had at the
moment.
By dusk, Caspian succeeded to come across the Ganoderma Lucidum he needed.
Fortune seemed to favor him, as well.
The Ganoderma Lucidum he found was ninety-five years, a whole twenty more than what Caspian
needed.
The diagram of the pupil on the Ganoderma Lucidum was almost fully formed, complete with the details
of the veins as well as the texture.
The Ganoderma Lucidum was also something of proper value and the real deal, unlike the hemlock.
Caspian had to do quite a bit of haggling and competing With other buyers who wanted it as well.
In the end, he succeeded in obtaining the plant out of sheer material wealth.
He obtained the Ganoderma Lucidum for a whopping two hundred and eighty spirit stones.
He paid a tenth more of the price he usually would for a ninety-five-year-old Ganoderma Lucidum.
Around twenty-five spirit stones more.
Caspian did not care much for it.
He did need the Ganoderma Lucidum, after all.
On top of that, it was more aged, and would thus be of much greater benefit than one that was only
aged seventy-five years.
Also, it was true that the market price of a Ganoderma Lucidum aged ninety-five years was lower than
what he paid- but only if one was even available at all.
The last thing Caspian wanted was to be the kind of unlucky bastard to have the spirit stones but no
materials he could find to spend them on.
Anyways, the trip to the floating market was considered a success.
Upon meeting with Maya, Caspian saw the smile on her face and was easily able to guess that she
also found what she needed.
What they needed to do from that point forward, would be to head to North Earlington.
They had the nation’s official religion election to prepare for.
However, upon barely stepping out of the floating market, the pair were stopped.
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