The Sword God of the Universe

Chapter 230: Chapter 230: The Second Sky Wings Stele Chapter 230: Chapter 230: The Second Sky Wings Stele Jing Yan’s eyes swiftly moved away from the Martial Arts Stele and looked at the thin stall owner.

“It’s Sky Wings!”

“It actually is Sky Wings!”

Jing Yan, calmed his excited emotions quietly.

The Martial Arts Stele he had just been gazing at was indeed the Sky Wings Martial Art Stele.

When he saw this stele, he naturally felt a resonance that was definitely not an illusion.

Although he hadn’t touched the incomplete stele yet, Jing Yan was almost certain that it was related to the body technique martial art Sky Wings he had been practicing.

At least, it had a great association; otherwise, he wouldn’t have felt this response.

Originally, in the third floor of the Jing Family’s Treasure Tower, under the guidance of Tianshui, Jing Yan obtained the incomplete Sky Wings.

It was precisely because he practiced Sky Wings that Jing Yan’s combat power had increased so much.

However, the Sky Wings he practiced was, after all, incomplete, and its power could no longer be greatly improved once it reached its limit.

Before he saw this Martial Arts Stele, Jing Yan had always thought that the stele in the family was incomplete because it was damaged, which caused the contained Dao Power of Sky Wings to be incomplete.

Now it seemed, maybe that wasn’t the case.

Perhaps, Sky Wings was originally divided into several parts, and the Jing Family’s stele was just one among many parts.

If that really was the case, he had truly stumbled upon a treasure.

“Jing Yan, what’s wrong?” Jing Ziqi curiously looked at Jing Yan, “There’s nothing good here.

If you want to buy a Martial Arts Stele, you can go inside.

The Holy Martial Pavilion inside has Martial Arts Steles of all grades, even many top-grade ones.”

Jing Ziqi’s gaze also swept over the many damaged Martial Arts Steles on the stall, but she didn’t find anything that caught her eye.

“There’s no harm in having a look,” Jing Yan smiled at Jing Ziqi.

“Young master is absolutely right!”

“Hehe, my stall is not just any ordinary stall.

The young lady said that the Holy Martial Pavilion inside has many powerful Martial Arts Steles; that’s indeed true.

However, the Martial Arts Steles there are all quite valuable.”

“Hehehe…

Without concealing it from the two of you, I actually have connections with people from the Holy Martial Pavilion.

These Martial Arts Steles are also sourced from within the Holy Martial Pavilion.

But here, the prices of these steles are much cheaper.”

The thin man said energetically to Jing Yan.

Hearing the thin man’s words, Jing Yan just smiled noncommittally.

This guy’s ability to hoodwink others was indeed not small; he dared to make big claims.

However, Jing Yan didn’t expose him; on the contrary, his eyes sparkled as he said, “Big brother, do you really know people in the Holy Martial Pavilion?”

“Of course!” The thin man, seeing that Jing Yan seemed to believe his words, patted his chest in assurance.

“Are these Martial Arts Steles really from the Holy Martial Pavilion?” Jing Yan pointed towards the large number of incomplete Martial Arts Steles on the stall.

“Young master, with your insight, you can certainly tell that these Martial Arts Steles from my stall are the good stuff from within the Holy Martial Pavilion.

Let’s put it this way, if these steles weren’t sourced from the inside of Holy Martial Pavilion, I wouldn’t take even one Spirit Stone for them.” The thin man became even more spirited, thinking that Jing Yan had definitely taken the bait.

He had used such tricks to bamboozle many simpletons into buying his broken Martial Arts Steles.

Jing Ziqi frowned slightly at the side; she didn’t know what Jing Yan was trying to do.

But one thing she was certain of was that Jing Yan definitely wasn’t fooled by the stall owner.

Jing Yan’s strange behavior was most likely because he had really taken a liking to something on the stall.

Thinking of this possibility, Jing Ziqi stopped talking, not wanting to interfere with Jing Yan’s plans.

“So, big brother, how much are these Martial Arts Steles?” Jing Yan asked excitedly.

The thin man’s gaze hardened as he stared at Jing Yan, “Young master, which one would you like?”

“I’m thinking of buying several, but I just don’t know how they are priced.

If they’re cheap, I might buy more.” Jing Yan, of course, would not easily reveal his target.

Those running stalls in the workshop were no fools; letting them know your true target would inevitably lead to exorbitant price hiking.

These people were like bloodthirsty jackals; the idea of clear pricing and fairness to customers of all ages was utterly impractical.

“Oh…” The thin man pondered for a moment.

He kept staring at Jing Yan, also trying to discern Jing Yan’s real intentions from his face.

However, he was destined to be disappointed; what he saw was a youth who seemed to have been duped and was now excited to spend a small amount of Spirit Stones to buy a large number of Martial Arts Steles.

“Big brother, what’s the price?” Jing Yan urged on purpose.

“One Martial Arts Stele, one hundred Spirit Stones!” the thin man pondered and said.

These Martial Arts Steles were all incomplete, naturally, they had no grade.

Because even if they truly contained Dao Power, it was impossible to recognize what grade of Martial Arts they were.

“One hundred Spirit Stones?

Do you think we’re stupid?” Jing Ziqi looked angrily at the stall owner.

The stall owner really thought she and Jing Yan were fools.

These incomplete Martial Arts Steles, thrown on the street, might not even be worth picking up.

And this bastard actually dared to ask for a hundred Spirit Stones—this was outright robbery.

“Miss, you can’t speak like that, all these Martial Arts Steles are genuine products from the Holy Martial Pavilion!” The skinny man patted his chest again.

“Brother, this price is indeed too expensive,” Jing Yan shook his head and said.

“Sir, what price can you offer?

Let me hear it, and as long as it’s reasonable, I’ll sell it to you.

I find you quite amiable, and as long as I can recoup my cost, I’ll sell some to you.” The skinny man waved his arms generously.

“A hundred Spirit Stones for ten pieces!” Jing Yan held up a finger.

“What?”

“Sir, we can’t do business like this!

You’re being too harsh.

With your proposal, are my Martial Arts Steles worth only ten Spirit Stones each?

No, no, that absolutely won’t do!” The skinny man waved his hands repeatedly.

“Oh, if it won’t do, then let’s forget it.

Let’s go check out the Holy Martial Pavilion instead,” Jing Yan let out a sigh.

“Don’t go, don’t go, ten pieces for ten pieces, I’ll sell them to you since I find you so pleasant.

Sir, next time you want to buy Martial Arts Steles, you’ll still have to look for me!” Seeing Jing Yan really about to leave, the skinny man hurriedly called out.

“Brother definitely knows how to deal!” Jing Yan turned back.

He casually picked out ten Martial Arts Steles and then handed over the hundred Spirit Stones to the other party.

“Brother, we consider this transaction complete now, right?” Jing Yan asked with a smile.

“Of course, the transaction is complete.

These priceless Martial Arts Steles now belong to you.

Hehe, young man, you’ve really got yourself a bargain!” The skinny man said with a laugh.

Before the deal was finished, he addressed him as ‘sir’ at every sentence.

Now that the deal was done, it immediately became ‘young man.’

“Swish!”

The Martial Arts Steles were directly swept into his Sumeru Ring by Jing Yan with a wave of his hand.

“A Sumeru Ring?” That skinny man hadn’t noticed Jing Yan had a Sumeru Ring before.

A Sumeru Ring is worth at least tens of thousands of Spirit Stones on the market, even the lowest grade.

Would someone with a Sumeru Ring haggle over a hundred Spirit Stones?

And would they be interested in these flawed Martial Arts Steles?

Previously, the skinny man always thought that Jing Yan was just an ordinary Martial Artist, maybe a Low-level Martial Artists at most.

But how could such Martial Artists have a Sumeru Ring?

Even among the members of the big families, only the more important ones would possibly have a Sumeru Ring, right?

The skinny man suddenly felt that there might be some treasure in his stall that the other party had discovered.

He watched Jing Yan with burning eyes.

“Sir, let’s forget this deal.

I’ll give you back the hundred Spirit Stones, and please also return those ten Martial Arts Steles,” the skinny man’s face darkened as he spoke to Jing Yan.

“Oh?

Once a deal is done, can you simply change your mind?

We’ve agreed beforehand, once the transaction is completed.

You also said these ten Martial Arts Steles belong to me,” Jing Yan said with a smile.

Of course, returning the Martial Arts Steles was out of the question.

“Kid, you’d better listen and return those Martial Arts Steles, or I guarantee you won’t be able to leave Lanqu Square Market,” the skinny man’s face grew increasingly sinister as he threatened with a sneering laugh.

The more Jing Yan refused to return the Martial Arts Steles, the more the skinny man felt that he had something good in his stall that Jing Yan had taken, namely within those ten Martial Arts Steles.

He carefully retraced his thoughts and felt more and more that he had been fooled from the start—this young rascal had set a trap for him from the beginning.

Since there was a conflict at the stall, naturally, the other stall owners also took notice.

“Lao Wu, what’s going on?” someone asked loudly.

“A treasure from my stall has been stolen!

Damn it, to think someone would dare to steal from me!” the skinny man replied.

“Lao Wu, since when did your stall have treasures?” someone said mockingly.

“Hmph, if it weren’t a treasure, why would this young man be unwilling to cancel the transaction?

He bought ten Martial Arts Steles from my stand for a total of a hundred Spirit Stones, and if he has a Sumeru Ring, would he haggle over a hundred Spirit Stones with me?” Lao Wu huffed.

Hearing his words, the others had a slight change in their expressions.

In this area of the market, there was a constant stream of people, and many Martial Artists, but few had a Sumeru Ring.

It was illogical for someone with a Sumeru Ring to bargain over a hundred Spirit Stones, and to buy ten Martial Arts Steles all at once.

Clearly, someone with a Sumeru Ring wasn’t an ordinary Martial Artist; why would they be interested in these damaged steles?

These items were only meant to deceive the younger, weaker Low-level Martial Artists.

So when Lao Wu spoke up, those nearby suddenly felt that there might indeed be something valuable at Lao Wu’s stall that the other party had taken an interest in.

Someone with a Sumeru Ring wouldn’t be oblivious to the lack of value in these damaged Martial Arts Steles.