Immortality Begins with the Master of Alchemy

Chapter 26: All profiteers are profiteers

 This time, Luo Chen did not go to the casual repair market for the procurement work.

 He just made a big purchase yesterday. It would be too suspicious if he went there again today.

Moreover, there are many people in that place, and most of the people are from the outer city. If you are interested, you will find out about Luo Chen's changes if you ask around.

 So, Luo Chen gritted his teeth and went to Baicaotang to do some shopping.

 In the end, it cost ten more spirit stones than before to get the raw materials for refining the elixir.

 As a result, he only had twenty-nine spiritual stones left on hand.

 If he purchases various daily necessities and firewood later, he will have to spend four spiritual stones.

 Twenty-five yuan!

Last night, he still had a huge sum of nearly one hundred and fifty dollars on hand.

 “Spiritual stones are truly without flowers.”

“This little money is not enough to buy the traction technique.”

Standing at the crossroads, Luo Chen looked at the antique Wanbao Tower, gritted his teeth and walked in.

 As an industry of the six major sects, its reputation and strength are the best in Dahefang City.

It is difficult for other casual cultivators to get information about consumption in this kind of place.

 “Guest, do you want to buy a magic weapon?”

As soon as he entered, a maid came over.

 It was the first time for Luo Chen to come to such a high-end occasion, and he felt a little apprehensive.

 He said to see for himself first, and the maid left.

 There is no warm sales pitch.

Just because he is only at the fourth level of Qi Refining, the robe he wears is not old, and the size is a bit too small, making it look tight.

 At first glance, he looks like the kind of casual cultivator who doesn’t have strong purchasing power.

After wandering around the spacious first floor for a long time, Luo Chen's anxious state of mind also calmed down.

Especially after taking a look at the shelves of high-grade magical instruments, I felt even more confident.

After calling the maid, Luo Chen said directly: "I want to sell the magic weapon. Can you accept it here?"

The maid nodded, "Take it, but you have to let the master appraise it first before giving the price. As for whether the price is suitable, the customer will decide whether to sell it or not."

 “There will be no appraisal fee!”

“Haha, guest, you are joking. You want to sell it to us, so of course you won’t charge an appraisal fee.”

Luo Chen was really frightened by Sun Shou's actions yesterday.

 Various expenses emerge in endlessly.

Sun Shou belongs to the Jade Cauldron Sword Sect, and Wanbao Tower belongs to Tianfan City. I am afraid that these big sects who are rich and unkind are all the same.

 When we came to the second floor, an old man was drinking tea and playing with two red walnuts in his hands.

“Mr. Chu, this guest wants to sell a magical weapon.”

"Well, you go down first!" Mr. Chu played with the walnuts with one hand and stretched out the other, "Look at the goods."

 A short sword was handed to him, with a swallow-shaped hilt.

Mr. Chu nodded and said, "It is the Feiyan Sword, the standard magical weapon forged in Tianfan City. It is of the highest grade."

 Weighed it, he shook his head again, "The weight is one tael lighter, the sword body is seriously damaged, and it needs to be remade."

 Mana is injected into the sword, flowing through the sword, and finally the three places of the sword, the sword body and the hilt emit light.

 “The Ruijin Formation was damaged.”

“The degassing array is still 80% effective.”

“The solid formation is unstable and needs to be rebuilt.”

“Oh, the owner of the sword is an idiot and even carved words on it.”

 After saying that, Mr. Chu threw the Feiyan Sword casually on the table.

"One thousand, if you want to sell it, I will accept the thousand spiritual stones from Wanbao Tower."

 Hearing this huge number, Luo Chen's eyes widened immediately!

 It’s not too high.

But it’s too low!

As we all know, the price of magical instruments changes with the market, and monks are very sensitive.

 The price of low-grade magical instruments ranges from one hundred to five hundred.

 The price of a medium-grade magical instrument ranges from 500 to 1,000.

 A high-grade magic weapon starts with one thousand spirit stones.

  Among them, the price of offensive magic weapons is generally low, and the most common knives and swords are at the bottom.

 Defensive magic weapons are the most expensive.

As for some strange magical weapons, the monks can make their own judgment based on their effects, but the prices are still high.

There is no saying in this world that the weirder the magic weapon, the faster you will die. The weirder the magic weapon, the more unexpected it will be. When fighting or exploring secret realms, you may be able to win unexpectedly at critical moments.

 The price of flying swords is low, Luo Chen is mentally prepared.

 But it was so low that he couldn't accept it.

“The Feiyan Sword in your store costs 2,500 yuan of low-grade spiritual stones!”

Mr. Chu said nonchalantly, "Don't you know that most of the second-hand magic weapons in Wanbao Tower are recycled at half price?"

 “But you’re not even paying half the price!” Luo Chen said plausibly.

These sect members may not care about the few hundred or two hundred spiritual stones, but to him, that is all his wealth after years of hard work.

“Then do you know how much effort it takes to recycle these magic weapons and put them on the shelves again?”

Mr. Chu counted his fingers and said, "We have to send it back to the sect first, and the freight is an expense."

“Choosing appropriate materials to repair is another expense.”

“Asking a formation master to complete the formation will cost more.”

“And in order to ensure quality standards and avoid being accused of Tianfan City selling inferior goods, we have to ask high-level monks to conduct careful testing.”

“Finally, we have to make great efforts to send them to Wanbao Towers all the way.”

 “As for other odds and ends expenses, I didn’t even count them with you.”

 Luo Chen’s teeth were a little sore.

This old man has no air of a foundation-building monk, and he is as calculating as Old Taoist Chen.

“Speaking of which, I have to talk about you young people.”

Mr. Chu shook his head and said with hatred: "I know how to fight and kill all day long. Is the magic weapon used to show off strength? This is a soldier who protects the Tao, so it must be carefully cherished."

 “After the battle, it’s time to wash up!”

“When you have nothing to do, it’s the right thing to use your magic power to nourish yourself!”

“Every second-hand magic weapon sent to me is ravaged and dilapidated.”

 “I feel distressed when I see it!”

 As he talked about it later, he actually became emotional.

Looking at Feiyan Jian's expression, it was the same as seeing a loved one being defiled and being sent home after being played with.

 Luo Chen couldn't stand it.

 But for the sake of cultivation resources, he gritted his teeth and insisted: "It's too low. This price is really unacceptable to this junior. If you sell it in the casual cultivator market, someone will definitely want it for 1,560 yuan."

 After saying that, he picked up the sword, turned around and left.

 “Hey, young man, wait a minute.”

Mr. Chu quickly said, "How about one thousand and one? This is the highest price I can give within my authority."

 “Still too low.”

"A lot, really a lot. I have never paid this price for any flying sword that is in better condition than this one."

Mr. Chu said seriously: "Besides, most casual cultivators wouldn't dare to ask for a flying sword with engraved characters like this, right?"

“One thousand and one, that’s the price. If you sell it sincerely, I, Wanbao House, will take it. And I promise that I will never reveal any information about your sale of the magic weapon to the outside world!”

Luo Chen stood there, his face uncertain.

　　Finally, he let out a long sigh.

 “Okay, deal.”

 After a while, Luo Chen walked out of Wanbao Tower.

Facing the dazzling sunshine, he spat without quality.

 “Damn, profiteer!”

 A female nun passed by and glanced at him contemptuously.

 What quality!

 Inside Wanbao Tower.

 Lao Chu smiled and handed the Feiyan Sword to a big man with a naked upper body and gnarled muscles.

 “Melt off the words on it, add a bit of hardware charm, and then put it on the shelves on the first floor!”

 The big man took the flying sword and scratched his head.

“The quality is quite good and not much damaged. How many spiritual stones did Mr. Chu collect this time?”

“It’s okay, one thousand and one, I’ll make a profit.”

Mr. Chu said with a smile, then paused and sighed.

"Today's young people are getting better and better at living a good life. They have to worry about a hundred low-grade spiritual stones with me. How can you be so stingy in the future?"

 (End of this chapter)