Chapter 50: A Thousand Gold Coins Thrown Away (Third Update! Seeking Collection! Recommendation!)

  Thank you to my dear editor... He gave some guidance on my previous post, and I'll be making some minor adjustments from time to time, but they won't affect anything, just adding more details to the settings. Don't worry about it. Today's third update is out, please support me, going to sleep now, will continue writing in the wee hours of the morning.

  Pian San was really speechless! Since he dared to sit at the street entrance, he must have some skills. That clever mouth of his could make the dead speak, and his ability to remember everything made him clearly aware of who were newcomers. Today, he happened to meet a group of first-timers, just as he was about to start the slaughter, Zong Yin let out a cold hum. Pian San saw that Zong Yin was also a newcomer, young in age, and immediately prepared to use him as a stepping stone to persuade this wealthy merchant who had been pushing for lower prices.

  He didn't expect Zong Yin to see through his fake goods, and Pi San's small mustache trembled with rage, his glib tongue unable to utter a word. He raised his arm, adorned with the Green Star Soul Technique pattern, and struck Zong Yin's head with all his might.

  "You're asking for trouble!"

  Zong Yinxian saw Pian San and unexpectedly dared to attack himself, instantly the little bit of guilt he had in his heart for ruining Pian San's business disappeared. His soul power shield and soul power guard formed simultaneously, and a rock-hard fist slammed into his face.

  "Pffft!"

  Pian San spat out a mouthful of blood, drawing a parabolic arc, flying tens of meters in mid-air before landing. Pian San struggled to prop himself up, glared at Zong Yin with one eye, and then fell to the ground, fainting.

  He just subconsciously wanted to teach Zong Yin a lesson, but unexpectedly fell into the pit and couldn't climb out. If he had known that this seemingly young man was so formidable, he would rather die than provoke him, unfortunately, there is no chance for him to regret it now.

  "Wow! That's much better now!"

  Zong Yinhui removed the seal, took out a piece of lamb jerky from his sleeve and started chewing on it with relish, walking deep into the cultural street.

  "Hey little brother, wait up!"

  Zong Yin had just taken a few steps forward when the rich merchant who was haggling with Pian San earlier called out to stop him. Zong Yin, still seething with anger, glared fiercely at the merchant who had stopped him, his expression unpleasant.

  "Hmm, I'm Lu Jin, the newly appointed Marquis of Xuanling Kingdom. I just bought a house in the capital and want to buy some valuable items to decorate it. Unfortunately, I don't have your keen eye, so I hope you can help me find some genuine goods, otherwise I'll end up wasting my money."

  The self-proclaimed wealthy merchant Lu Jin was also embarrassed by Zong Yin's glare, but he quickly regained his composure and spoke calmly.

  "Okay, just pay me and it's fine, I was originally planning to come to Taobao to resell anyway."

  Zong Yin looked him up and down, not tall or short, not fat or thin, with ordinary looks, except for his luxurious clothes, one could tell at a glance that he was the kind of person who was meticulous and shrewd in his calculations, but couldn't find any other distinctive features, and unexpectedly, he was a marquis?

  Marquis should be very rich, and he is also here to make a profit, so it's good to earn some extra money. He agreed to Lu Jin's request immediately.

  "Xiao Liu, give this young brother one thousand gold."

  Lu Jinzhan smiled and snapped his fingers, saying casually.

  "Wow! A thousand bucks!"

  Zong Yin was about to take a bite of the roasted meat when he suddenly spat it out, and this guy named Lu Jin was too generous!

  The vendors on the entire street had eyes that burst out with a terrifying golden light, staring tightly at Lu Jin. Pian San, who was lying on the ground, had just woken up and heard that a fat sheep that couldn't even walk had slipped away from his hands because of his careless words, and suddenly everything went black again, fainting once more.

  Lu Jin finished speaking, and immediately a small, thin-looking man with a sly face behind him took out a small bag of coins from his bosom, wincing in pain as he handed it to Zong Yin.

  Zong Yin hesitantly took over the money bag, this small money bag seemed to be unable to hold a thousand gold, but when Zong Yin opened the money bag, he was stunned, a dazzling blue light reflected from the cowhide money bag, filling his pupils.

  It's actually a whole 100 Blue Crystal Coins! Currently, one Blue Crystal Coin can be exchanged for ten Gold Coins. However, it's worth noting that the production of Blue Crystals is becoming increasingly scarce, and coins cast from them will only appreciate in value, not depreciate! The true value of this thing far exceeds 1,000 Gold!

  "Never mind, with this thousand gold coins, it's enough for me to live comfortably for several years. I'm too lazy to resell them anyway. What kind of things do you want?"

  At this point, Zong Yin put away the cowhide wallet into his sleeve and cleared his throat twice, giving up his original plan to resell it. Since someone had paid such a high appraisal fee, Zong Yin should at least make an effort.

  "As long as it's genuine, the older the better."

  Lu Jin saw Zong Yin's reaction and smiled, his tone still very casual.

  Zong Yin hadn't even spoken yet, but the entire Cultural Relics Street was already in an uproar. All the stalls had packed up their original goods and replaced them with...

  A new batch of goods has arrived, and apparently all the stall owners who heard the news have put away their counterfeit and low-quality goods and replaced them with genuine products. However, no one wants to miss out on the opportunity to make a big profit.

  This undoubtedly reduced a lot of trouble for Zong Yin. After he activated the Qi Stone, he looked around and saw that the entire Antique Street was filled with surging air, and almost no fake goods were visible. From then on, Zong Yin walked all the way to the depths of Antique Street, pointing out those things with the most distant and long-lasting aura. He was only responsible for selecting them, and the bargaining was not his responsibility.

  Rushing through the straight cultural street like a galloping horse, Zong Yin picked out nearly a hundred 3,000-year-old items, many of which were not excavated from the underground of ancient Thai city, but were transported from other ruins and sold here.

  Lu Jin suddenly showed a completely different demeanor from before, with a petty and narrow-minded air about him. His face was red as he haggled with the vendor over prices, even going so far as to quibble over copper coins. This made Zong Yin somewhat suspicious - was this really the same Lu Jin who had just thrown away a thousand taels of silver?

  Just as Zong Yin was about to finish his Qi Baoshi, he happened to glance at an item on a nearby stall, and the sparkle in his eyes immediately dispersed the energy in his eyes. He sat down on the steps not far from the stall, eating and drinking with great interest, staring at Lu Jin haggling over prices, but his gaze would occasionally glance towards that person's stall.

  "Little friend, why so much fuss? What is it that you've taken a fancy to of old me's? As long as the price is reasonable, take it away then."

  It wasn't until Zong Yin glanced at his stall for the nth time that the owner finally couldn't help but speak up. Perhaps in Zong Yin's own eyes, he had been very discreet, but to someone who was paying attention, the fervor in Zong Yin's eyes was a bit too obvious.

  "Alright, how much for this box? I'll take it!"

  Zong Yin scratched his head, feeling somewhat embarrassed. Seeing that he had been recognized, he didn't bother to continue pretending and directly pointed at a finely crafted stone box, asking...

  "Young friend, you indeed have a keen eye for treasure. I, an old man who considers himself to be an excellent appraiser, can recognize most of the items on this stall, but this box has always been a mystery to me. I couldn't tell its origin no matter how hard I looked. But you, young friend, took one glance and recognized it immediately. I won't take advantage of you, I bought it for 100 gold pieces back then, now I'll sell it to you for the same price, but you must tell me what this thing is."

  The stall owner was an old man with a white beard, who was also an antique appraiser. When he saw Zong Yin light up the stone box, his eyes lit up with a hint of excitement. He had held this thing in his hands for quite some time, but couldn't figure out its history, only knowing that it was at least over a thousand years old.

  Now this sharp-eyed young man has taken a liking to it, and he probably knows more or less about its origins. At his age, money and wealth are already empty, and the unfulfilled wishes in his heart are his greatest regret. Seeing that there is hope of resolving the doubts in his mind, he agreed to sell it to Zong Yin.

  "Deal!"

  Zong Yin heard that it was only 100 gold, and he suddenly gasped for air, took out a blue crystal coin, handed it to the old man, and tightly grasped the stone box in his hand. Then, with a guilty conscience, he glanced around several times, pulled over the old man, and the two of them turned their backs to the street, facing the wall, whispering something continuously. Even the other stall owners who had been paying attention to the two of them couldn't hear what they were saying.

  "What a loss! What a huge loss! Such a treasure! I, an old man, actually sold it for only 100 gold pieces! Just thinking about such a treasure slipping away from my hands makes me afraid that I won't be able to close my eyes in peace for the rest of my life!"

  After a while, the old man who sold the stone box was somewhat absent-minded, beating his chest and stamping his feet, with a mournful face, and his old face was wrinkled like a chrysanthemum.

  Zong Yin ignored the old man's complaints, after all, he had paid for it. He stuffed the hourglass into his sleeve and walked towards Lu Jin.

  His harvest for today was already enough, carrying a large sum of money and precious treasures on him made it unsafe to stay here any longer. Zong Yin planned to return to Soul Academy, at least there he could feel a hint of safety, even if the holiday period had not yet reached half its duration.

  "Is the little brother leaving? Alright, Xia Liu will pack up all the things that were previously agreed upon and we'll leave together. We have to ensure the little brother's safety on his way back, or else it would be our fault."

  The little kid who had previously handed money to Zong Yin nodded, then took out several cowhide bags from his bosom and after paying countless blue crystal coins, put all the things he bought into his bosom. Suddenly, Zong Yin's eyebrows rose, it seemed that this person called Xiao Liu had a top-quality soul device on him, otherwise so many things wouldn't be easily taken in and out, the things he chose must have at least been modified by Old Man Fan's Na ring which couldn't be put down.

  After Lu Jin and Zong Yin left, countless people also left Wenwu Street at the same time, and Pian San, who had been pretending to be dead on the ground, was one of them.

  "Got it! I've remembered this punch! You think you can just leave without giving me anything? Think again! It's not easy for me to be sitting on the street corner! Hehe, Blue Crystal Coin! What a fat sheep, our boss is going to have a blast!"

  Pinching his swollen cheek, he sprinted into a familiar alley, looked around to confirm no one was following, then darted into the sewer.