The last stop was Hong Feng Auction House, Lin Ming didnt have much hope and as expected, the beautiful female attendant at the auction house politely declined him.

  However, the beautiful executive seemed to sense Lin Mings difficulties and gave him two suggestions. One was to go to the Mingshu Art Association to see if they were interested in buying them for collection and teaching purposes. Apprentice-level Mingshu symbols were originally rare because of their low success rate, and four identical ones were even rarer. Another suggestion was to go to the Fang Market and sell these scrolls at a low price.

  Lin Ming did not go to the Inscription Master Guild, first he was not qualified to see a true Inscription Master, secondly even if it were an Inscription Master it would be very difficult to discern the profundity of Lin Mings Inscription symbols because the Inscription techniques of Tianyun Country and the Divine Realm differed too greatly.

  As for taking the Monumental Inscription Master exam, Lin Ming was also rejected because the exam required bringing ones own treasured instrument and inscription materials, which was equally impossible for him.

  As a result, Lin Ming had no choice but to give up these high-end trading venues and release the Mingwen symbols in low-level trading venues, that is, the street markets.

  This is also a helpless move, Lin Mings scroll will participate in the transaction of Fangshi Market with the identity of Academician Mingwen Symbol, and it is naturally useless to expect to sell at a high price.

  Although the market is low-end, there are also officially established trading centers where various goods can be consigned for sale. Of course, the trading center will charge a 5% commission, but the official trading center has a good reputation and is not afraid of being cheated, so many people will choose to consign here.

  Lin Ming arrived at the transaction center of the city, and as he looked around, he saw that there were many goods on display, but very few of them were worth more than a hundred taels of gold.

  The threshold for entering the trading center is very low, as long as its genuine and reasonably priced, Lin Mings Mingwen symbol can be sold, and this point is undeniable. Its just an apprentice-level Mingwen symbol, so its value is relatively low.

  The appraiser of the trading center gave Lin Ming a bottom price of one hundred taels of gold after a round of appraisal.

  Hearing this number, Lin Ming was speechless, damn it, barely breaking even!

  The cost of a single powerful symbol is already 70-80 taels of gold, and the trading centers price is 100 taels. Four inscribed symbols, if sold for 100 taels each, would still require Lin Ming to add more than 400 taels!

  "Are you selling or not?" the fat shopkeeper asked impatiently. This kind of apprentice-level talisman was hard to market, and those who could afford to spend thousands of gold coins on a treasure would naturally be willing to spend a bit more to buy one made by a master craftsman, in order to maximize the treasures effect.

  Lin Ming gritted his teeth and said: "Sell, Ill sell two."

  Lin Ming has spent all his money recently. If it werent for Da Ming Xuans salary, he would have gone hungry.

  Losing a little money and selling only two of them was still acceptable to him, as for the remaining two, he would wait a bit longer, one hundred taels of gold were not something he could bear to part with.

  "Leave the address." said Fat Shopkeeper, the trading center only takes care of consignment sales, and they will only pay if someone buys them. Its still uncertain whether Lin Mings two bronze symbols can be sold or not.

  "The lower rent is one or two gold, the middle rent is three gold, and the high rent is five gold. The rental period is one month. If it cannot be sold within a month, it will be automatically removed from the shelves, and the rent will not be refunded." said the fat shopkeeper.

  "This is ridiculous!" The location still charges money, its really black-hearted! He turned his head and took a look, the high-end parking spots were clearly visible, the mid-range ones followed, while the low-end ones were in the corners and edges, you might not even find them if you looked carefully.

  Lin Ming took out the only five gold coins left in his pocket, put three of them on the table and said, "Medium rent."

  Whats going on here? The inscription symbols I made myself, which are no less than the masterpieces, are only sold for 100 taels of gold, and they still have to pay a 5% tax and rent! And they still have to curry favor with others!

  Lin Ming sighed, its really hard to make progress without a reputation.

  Lin Ming patted the two small gold biscuits left in his pocket, and couldnt help but smile bitterly. Forget about buying elixirs or practicing martial arts, just having enough to eat was already a luxury.

  No elixirs, no herbs, Lin Ming also didnt have the nerve to ask Lin Xiaodong for money, so he practiced "Chaotic True Primordial Annihilation" alone in the mountains of Dazhou, and the days passed by one after another.

  Its been seven days in the blink of an eye.

  The business in the street market has always been good, and some sharp-eyed people are happy to come here to buy things. They dont call it buying, but rather "digging out treasures". Finding a gem among ordinary goods is the most fulfilling thing for treasure hunters.

  However, Taobao peoples specialty is in materials and herbs. The thing about inscriptions doesnt work well on precious items, so treasure hunters never touch it.

  So in these days, hundreds and thousands of Taobao people came and went, while Lin Mings Mingwen symbol remained safely on the shelf, with no one paying attention to it.

  Until today, a tall and sturdy man came to the trading center. He was bare-chested, with muscles bulging all over his body, carrying a four-foot-long heavy knife on his back, walking with a vigorous stride.

  His eyes were cold and determined, his body was covered in scars, obviously having gone through countless life-and-death battles. This kind of person is a true killer, one that those martial artists trained in the martial arts schools cannot compare to.

  Upon seeing this person, Fat Shopkeepers eyes narrowed, and it turned out that he was a powerful practitioner of the fifth level of Body Tempering and Bone Forging!

  These people are only one step away from condensing their pulse, yet this one step is something that many people cant cross over in their entire lives.

  "What would you like to buy, sir?" The fat shopkeeper stood up and greeted him.

  The man didnt say a word and just looked at him, self-absorbed. The shopkeeper was very tactful and remained silent.

  Da Han looked at it bit by bit, and it seemed that nothing had caught his interest until a certain moment. He pointed to two yellow papers pressed under glass on a shelf and asked, "Are these rubbings of inscriptions?"

  "Yes."

  "Only a hundred taels of gold?" the big man asked in surprise, as the price of the inscription was usually over a thousand taels of gold, and a hundred taels were really too cheap.

  "This is a talisman made by an apprentice of the Inscription School, and the cultivators skill is probably only around three layers of body refinement. The amplification effect cannot be guaranteed, and it may only have half to one-tenth of the intended effect."

  "Half to one percent, huh..." Da Han furrowed his brow, this was indeed a paltry sum, but the Mysterious Symbol that cost over a thousand taels of gold was also not something he could afford.

  Dahans name is Tie Feng, he comes from a commoner family, relying solely on the military salary to support his parents and himself to buy medicine for cultivation, naturally it wont be too luxurious, let alone one thousand two hundred gold, even this one hundred two gold in his hand feels heavy.

  A month ago, Tie Feng killed an enemy general of the Forging Bones Realm in a battle and seized his war knife, which was a precious artifact of the Human Stage Lower Rank!

  According to military regulations, spoils of war belong to the captor. Thus, Tie Feng obtained a precious artifact, but it was damaged. When Tie Feng saw this battle knife, its tip had already been broken off.

  The effect of a damaged treasure can be extremely limited, when a warrior infuses the damaged treasure with true yuan, due to the damage, the combat effectiveness brought out by the true yuan will also be greatly discounted.

  What made Tie Feng even more disappointed was that this war knife had no inscription, which meant its combat effectiveness was even lower.

  Tie Feng had no intention of inscribing it, first because the inscription symbol was too expensive for Tie Feng to afford, and secondly, it wasnt worth inscribing a damaged precious instrument. However, when he saw this apprentices inscription symbol, he was somewhat moved.

  The inscription symbol that increases by 30% costs 1,500 gold coins, while the inscription symbol that increases by 5-10% only costs 100 gold coins. Obviously, this apprentice inscription symbol has a high cost-effectiveness ratio and most importantly, he can afford it.

  Tomorrow is the third round of the Army Martial Arts Competition, and he will face a very tricky opponent. The more powerful the war knife is, the greater his chances of winning.

  This army will hold a martial arts competition limited to soldiers under the age of 30, and those with outstanding achievements will receive generous rewards or promotions in military rank.

  Tie Fengs military achievements have accumulated a lot, and this time as long as the results are outstanding, he can be promoted to Wanfu Zhang, and the reward is also crucial for Tie Feng. His mother broke her legs ten years ago when she was picking herbs for his training, and has been bedridden ever since. Tie Feng once vowed that he must buy the rare medicine Hei Yu Gao, which costs 5,000 taels of gold, to cure his mothers legs, a astronomical figure for him now.

  Thinking of this, Tie Feng clenched his fists. Tomorrows third round match would be attended by the Town National Commander Qin Xiao, it was his first time seeing this legendary figure, no matter what, he couldnt lose the match!

  Tie Feng gritted his teeth and said to the shopkeeper: "Ill take this seal script!"

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  "Wipe, isnt it? Actually took back ninety-five taels of gold?" Lin Xiaodong looked at the gold ticket in Lin Mings hand with some incredulity. He was thinking which **was cheated by Ming Ge, spending ninety-five taels of gold to buy a toilet paper. Of course, he didnt have the nerve to say it out loud."

  "Its ninety-two taels." Lin Ming said, the transaction center of the market gave money quickly, and it was handed over to Lin Mings hands in just two days. One hundred taels of gold, after deducting 5% transaction fees and three taels of rent, still left ninety-two taels.

  A token worth at least over a thousand taels of gold was sold for only ninety-two taels, which left Lin Ming crying and laughing at the same time. The person who bought the token made a profit, but on the other hand, they also took a risk, so its reasonable that they should get some returns. Besides, if not for them, everyone would have gone hungry.

  More than 90 taels of gold, its impossible to buy high-grade elixir, but buying some herbs to heal wounds is real. Lin Ming shrugged and walked towards the pharmacy. He was not aware that at this time, in the military training ground on the outskirts of the city, a grand martial arts conference was being held.

  Ten miles of campus, tens of thousands of warriors wearing heavy iron armor, still breathing easily, standing in neat squares, just close to them can feel a substantial killing atmosphere like golden spears and iron horses rushing forward. These people are the elite troops of Tianyun State, and anyone who is randomly selected is a brave warrior who can take on ten people at once.

  Across from these soldiers, there was a row of seats. In the center of the seats, a man sat upright. He wore golden armor and although his temples were already white-haired, he had a face like jade, with eyes like a hawk, giving people a feeling as if he had infinite power. This person was none other than Qin Xiao, the Grand Marshal who had swept away the Eastern Sun Kingdom eighty years ago.

  This martial arts gathering was personally attended by Qin Xiao himself, showing its importance.

  The key members of the Qin family also attended, including Qin Xingxuan and his teacher, Mu Yi. Mu Yi is now 110 years old, with a cultivation level that has reached the middle stage of the Post-Heaven Realm, making him one of the top masters in Tianyun Country. He is also a master of Inscription Techniques, and even the ruler of Tianyun Country treats him with great courtesy.

  Apart from the Qin family, a number of key figures in the military would naturally also be present.