Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

"It's pretty fast."

Fang Chen was a little happy.

As I just said yesterday, the spiritual materials will arrive before evening today.

He and Master Qinghe came to the Ye Clan's treasure house and saw cart after cart of spiritual materials being transported in.

Some ores are not finished products and have not been refined yet, so they are too large to be stored in storage rings.

The Ye Clan Chief, the Xu Clan Chief, and the Zhou Clan Chief watched the spiritual materials being stored in the warehouse, and at the same time, they continued to take out some finished spiritual materials from their respective storage rings.

Seeing Fang Chen coming, the three of them hurriedly greeted him.

"Senior, we have all the spiritual materials, but there are just a few too many."

The leader of the Ye clan said hurriedly.

"It doesn't matter."

Fang Chen smiled.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in black robe slowly walked out of the treasure house and came to the three people:

"Everything is ready. When will you pay the final payment?"

He looked indifferent and was not enthusiastic towards his guests.

The leader of the Ye clan quickly looked at Fang Chen.

"Is that what you want?"

The other party glanced at Fang Chen, with a flash of surprise in his eyes. He wanted to check Fang Chen's cultivation level, but found that he couldn't see through it.

But he was not surprised. He judged that the other party had a breath-containing magic weapon, which was normal.

"How much is the balance left?"

Fang Chen smiled lightly.

"You gave me four thousand low-grade spiritual stones first. The total price of the spiritual materials this time is twelve thousand, seven hundred and sixty-three. Just give me another eight thousand, seven hundred and sixty-three."

The middle-aged man in black robe said calmly.

"Mr. Lin, isn't it more than 8,000? How did it become more than 12,000?"

The Xu clan leader looked shocked.

The other party is raising the price temporarily. Are they sure they need this batch of spiritual materials?

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man in black robe glared at him, "What did you say? Who told you that it was more than 8,000? I don't need to charge an extra spiritual stone for traveling all the way?"

You have already reached the twelfth level of Qi refining, and yet you are still so ignorant! ? "

The Xu clan leader’s smile froze.

There are not only Fang Chen here, but also the Zhou clan chief, the Ye clan chief, and some monks from the Ye clan.

The other party reprimanded him in front of so many people, which really didn't save him any face.

“Isn’t doing business amicable and profitable?”

Fang Chen frowned.

The middle-aged man in black robe looked at Fang Chen calmly: "Making money is the right thing, be kind? Why should I be nice to you?"

Seeing this, the leader of the Ye clan quickly smoothed things over: "You two, don't be angry, don't be angry."

He looked at Fang Chen: "Senior, this is a deacon of Tianbao Pavilion, his surname is Lin, and he is also at the twelfth level of Qi Refining.

Tianbao Pavilion comes from...a fourth-level empire, and its business covers all major fifth-level and even sixth-level empires, so Mr. Lin will have a bit of a temper..."

The middle-aged man in black robe looked at Fang Chen, as if he wanted to see Fang Chen's reaction after knowing his origin.

Unexpectedly, Fang Chen just nodded calmly: "Twelve thousand is twelve thousand."

"Twelve thousand was the price just now, but now this batch of spiritual materials is worth twenty thousand."

The middle-aged man in black robes looked at Fang Chen with a half-smile, a hint of greed flashing deep in his eyes.

It was just a test. If the other party gave in, he could raise the price of the spiritual material to a psychological level and make a huge profit!

Why did you come to such a desolate place after working so hard to come out of the fourth-grade empire?

Isn’t it just to make a fortune?

"Twenty thousand..."

Several clan leaders looked at each other, their expressions became a little ugly, and they subconsciously looked at Fang Chen. He was the only one who could make the decision now.

Fang Chen shook his head gently: "I won't do this business."

"If you don't do it, no problem, the deposit will not be refunded."

The middle-aged man in black robe laughed loudly and shouted at his subordinates:

"Carry all the spiritual materials back the same way."

"yes!"

The monk who was originally moving the spiritual materials out of the treasure house again, with a meticulous and dedicated attitude.

The three clan leaders were stunned.

Mrs. Qinghe also looked at the middle-aged man in black robes dumbfounded. Is there anyone doing this kind of business?

"Mr. Lin, don't be angry, don't be angry..."

The leader of the Ye clan quickly tried to persuade him, saying that both of them were entities he could not afford to offend, and to be honest.

They were even more afraid of offending a monk like Mr. Lin who came from a fifth-grade empire, or maybe even a fourth-grade empire.

There may be golden elixirs in the other party's home, let alone a behemoth like Tianbao Pavilion.

If you offend the other party, it will be difficult to do business with them in the future!

"Mr. Lin, this senior is actually a sword cultivator."

The leader of the Ye clan gritted his teeth and said in a message.

He originally didn't want to reveal Fang Chen's identity. If the other party also wanted to make friends with him, the Ye Clan wouldn't even be able to drink the soup.

Who would have expected that Mr. Lin had such a bad temper, which directly led to the current embarrassing situation.

Sword cultivator?

Mr. Lin was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help laughing and said: "You said he is a sword cultivator!?"

He pointed at Fang Chen, the smile on his face full of mockery.

Everyone immediately understood that the leader of the Ye clan had just sent a message to Mr. Lin.

The Xu Clan Chief and the Zhou Clan Chief looked at each other and decided not to get involved in this matter. Anyway, they had done what Fang Chen asked them to do.

Now it's the people from Tianbao Pavilion who are causing trouble, and they can't do much to help.

"Mr. Lin..."

The leader of the Ye clan had a wry smile on his face. If one person is not good today, he might offend both parties.

What he fears most is that Fang Chen kills Mr. Lin. In this case, the Ye clan will face annihilation.

"Forget it, I really don't like the way they do business, so just let him go. The four thousand low-grade spiritual stones will serve as a lesson."

Fang Chen shook his head gently.

Everyone was stunned.

Mr. Lin was slightly startled and couldn't help but laughed and laughed:

"Is this the sword cultivator? The sword cultivator has always had a bad temper, like a lunatic. How can there be such a timid sword cultivator in the world?

I have seen it today, hahaha! "

While instructing his men to remove the spiritual materials, he kept taunting him.

The leader of the Ye clan was so frightened that his scalp was numb. Fortunately, Fang Chen remained silent and seemed to have never been angry.

Soon, all the spiritual materials were moved out.

Mr. Lin smiled at the three heads of the Ye clan and said, "If you have such a good business in the future, remember to come to me. Who wouldn't want four thousand low-grade spiritual stones for free?"

After saying that, he glanced at Fang Chen again, and left the Ye Clan with a smile on his face.

There was silence.

Master Qinghe was a little curious. Based on her understanding of Fang Chen, the humiliation just now was absolutely unbearable.

Why did Fang Chen never take action?

"Senior..."

The Ye clan leader’s voice was a little hoarse.

"This matter has nothing to do with you Leaf Clan, and it has nothing to do with either of your clans."

Fang Chen smiled lightly and said, "Don't take it to heart."

But the more he acted like this, the more frightened the three of them became.

The leader of the Xu Clan bravely said: "How about... the three of us will come up with the four thousand low-grade spiritual stones, sell the Lingxu Sect's site, and collect a few more, that's enough..."

"I said it's okay, why are you worried? I'm tired."

Fang Chen waved his hand and left slowly with Master Qinghe.

The three patriarchs were left staring.

"I think... something is going to happen."

The head of the Zhou clan pondered.

…

…

Mr. Lin led his team and left Lingxu City in a swagger. Everyone was laughing and talking about what had just happened.

"Then the leader of the Ye clan has the nerve to say that young man is a sword cultivator. I have never heard of such a timid sword cultivator."

"Hey, maybe I was scared by our husband."

"I very much agree with this."

Listening to his men's discussion, Mr. Lin couldn't help laughing.

Just for one trip, I personally received 4,000 low-grade spiritual stones. The job of being sent abroad is really very lucrative.

"Compared to being a dog in the Fourth-Rank Empire, I feel really carefree in this world."

Mr. Lin chuckled to himself.

Then he looked at his subordinates: "Look, they may chase them out soon. They are so anxious to get such a batch of spiritual materials. Besides our Tianbao Pavilion, who can deliver it?"

"What you said is absolutely true!"

All the subordinates flattered him one after another: "This group of young monks don't do anything they want in front of you."

At this moment, two monks came forward and they were talking.

"It's a pity that we are a step late. I heard that the sword cultivator on Lingxu Mountain a few days ago had a sword that was so powerful that it shook the world. Even the master of Tongjiao Island of the Sea Dragon Sect was chopped down with a sword!"

"Oh, it's a pity that I didn't see that scene. The master of the Qingzhou Sword Sect is known as the best swordsman in Qingzhou, but he was so scared that he gave up the position of master to that swordsman?"

"One sword kills a late-stage Foundation Builder and frightens a mid-stage Foundation Builder. The power of sword cultivation is really hard to measure!"

Mr. Lin stared blankly at the two people walking away, his scalp gradually starting to feel numb.

What these two people are talking about...can't be the one from the Leaf Clan, right?

His men also fell silent, with expressions of surprise and uncertainty on their faces.

"How far is it from Lingxu City?"

Mr. Lin asked subconsciously.

"It should be fifty miles."

One of his subordinates replied.

"Quick, pick up the pace and get out of here!"

Mr. Lin immediately shouted loudly and led the team to flee frantically.