CHAPTER 276: CHAPTER 275 FENG CHEN_1

"You actually dare to sell the Beast Taming Technique of the Myriad Beasts Sect? Aren’t you afraid the Myriad Beasts Sect will come after you?"

Lin Ya looked at Ling Chen with some surprise; he often did unexpected things.

"I’ve killed Xu Chao; the enmity is already established. Selling this Beast Taming Technique or not doesn’t make much difference."

Rather than being timid and overcautious, it’s better to exchange it for something useful.

Having obtained the Blue Spirit Fruit, Ling Chen was quite satisfied. The items at this appraisal meet had been excellent, and he had acquired many useful things.

After the Blue Spirit Fruit, the final highlight of the appraisal meet was a Sky-grade top-tier Martial Arts Secret Manual, which ultimately sold for 3.2 million taels.

Originally, this Sky-grade top-tier martial art should have been the most sensational treasure of this appraisal meet. However, because Ling Chen had presented the Beast Taming Technique, a top-grade sky-level martial art, the atmosphere had already reached a fever pitch. In comparison, this martial art naturally didn’t cause much of a stir.

Ling Chen stood up from his seat, ready to leave.

"Ling Chen, that Young Master from the Dragon-Tiger Sect has been eyeing you like a tiger stalking its prey. I’m afraid that as soon as you leave the Golden Jade Pavilion, they’ll cause trouble for you. The Divine Intent Sect’s name might carry some weight in the Wind Country, but here, I’m afraid it can’t ensure your safety." Lin Ya remained persistent, her words implying she was still trying to persuade Ling Chen to join the Black Market.

"Young Mistress Lin, there’s no need to persuade me further. Too many words can become unpleasant. We are friends, but as for joining the Black Market, please don’t try to convince me anymore."

Even though it’s good to take shelter under a large tree, Ling Chen couldn’t betray his own Martial Arts. What was he practicing martial arts for? The smaller reason was to seek revenge; the greater reason was to fight for justice and bring peace to the people. How could he join the Black Market merely for self-preservation?

"Alright!" Lin Ya sighed; in the end, she still couldn’t sway Ling Chen.

"Young Master, he’s coming out!" At the exit of the Golden Jade Pavilion, a black-cloaked old man stood beside a blue-robed youth like a phantom, easily overlooked if one wasn’t paying attention.

The blue-robed youth nodded, a fierce glint in his eyes. "He’s with Lin Ya. Don’t make a move for now; we’ll deal with it once we’re outside."

Outside the gates of the Golden Jade Pavilion was a huge square. In the center of the square stood a giant, twenty-seven-meter-high statue, the color of brass. This was a statue of the Golden Jade Pavilion’s founder.

"Miss Lin, I’ll see you off here." Ling Chen turned and clasped his fist towards Lin Ya. He was somewhat grateful to her; if not for Lin Ya’s invitation, he likely would have missed today’s appraisal meet.

"To be honest, I’m quite regretful. However, as you said, we are still friends, regardless of the powers or backgrounds we are associated with," Lin Ya said, looking at Ling Chen earnestly.

"Mm."

Ling Chen nodded.

"Your words are enough for me." A captivating smile graced Lin Ya’s lips, and then she turned and departed.

A thoughtful expression appeared on Ling Chen’s face. Initially, he hadn’t understood what Lin Ya’s final words meant, but now, he seemed to have a slight grasp.

He held no ill feelings towards Lin Ya; indeed, he had long considered her a friend.

With this thought, Ling Chen also turned to head back to the inn, but his path was promptly blocked.

Blocking his way were none other than the Young Master of the Dragon-Tiger Sect and the black-cloaked old man by his side.

The Young Master of the Dragon-Tiger Sect stared at Ling Chen. After confirming that Lin Ya was a good distance away, he no longer hesitated and said indifferently, "I am Feng Chen, Young Master of the Dragon-Tiger Sect. Friend, your lavish spending at the appraisal meet demonstrated immense wealth, which I greatly admire."

"However, that Blue Spirit Fruit is of great use to me. I wonder if you would be willing to transfer it?"

Ling Chen glanced at the black-cloaked old man beside Feng Chen. The man was intermittently, yet deliberately, releasing his aura; he appeared to be a Great Master Level Powerhouse at the Third Level.

"Transfer it? Well, that’s not impossible," Ling Chen said after a moment of contemplation.

Hearing Ling Chen’s words, Feng Chen’s face lit up with joy, and he inwardly felt even more contempt for Ling Chen. But in the next moment, the smile on his face suddenly froze.

"If you can pay me five million taels of gold, I might consider transferring the Blue Spirit Fruit to you," Ling Chen said, seemingly in all seriousness.

"Five million taels is impossible!" A cold light swirled in Feng Chen’s eyes as he said gravely, "Two million taels at most."

"Two million taels?" Ling Chen looked at Feng Chen as if he were an idiot. He stroked his chin thoughtfully, then said with a smile, "For two million taels, I could consider selling you the core of the Blue Spirit Fruit after I’ve eaten it."

"Bastard, you dare to mock me?" Feng Chen’s expression turned grim.

Nearby, the black-cloaked old man’s sinister voice drifted over, "Young brother, that’s not how one should conduct themselves. Our Young Master has already shown you considerable deference."

Turning his gaze back to Ling Chen, Feng Chen’s eyes were as sharp as a knife. He enunciated every word, "When out and about, it’s always better to have one more friend than one more enemy. I am the Young Master of the Dragon-Tiger Sect. Building a good relationship with me can only bring you benefits, no harm." A hidden, chilling light flickered in Feng Chen’s eyes as he stared intently at Ling Chen.

"No need." Ling Chen’s voice also turned cold. These two were quite annoying, and he clearly sensed hostility from them, even a hint of killing intent.

If the opportunity arose, he wouldn’t mind killing these two.

"Very well. Be careful when you’re out and about."

Leaving behind this harsh remark, Feng Chen and the black-cloaked old man turned and left.

"Young Master, what are your intentions?" the black-cloaked old man asked, his eyes narrowed.

"To kill him, of course," Feng Chen replied, his eyes filled with unconcealed murderous intent.

"Should we summon a few more experts from our sect? I’m afraid this kid will look for a chance to escape," the black-cloaked old man suggested.

"That’s a good point. Call over more experts. Keep an eye on the four City Lords. The moment this brat leaves, have them report to me immediately!" Feng Chen said, his eyes glinting coldly.

So what if this Ling Chen is an expert from the Divine Intent Sect? A mighty dragon cannot suppress a local snake. Our Dragon-Tiger Sect is the local snake in this area. If Ling Chen dies at our hands, he’ll die without a trace, and no one will ever know.

These two still harbor sinister designs. It would be best if they knew their place and chose to retreat rather than provoke me. Otherwise, I wouldn’t mind making them vanish from this world.

Although Ling Chen wasn’t a bloodthirsty person, he was by no means soft-hearted.

After returning to the inn and having dinner, Ling Chen retreated to his room.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Ling Chen gently touched his Heavenly Mansion Ring. A fist-sized blue fruit appeared in his hand. The fruit was crystal clear, its skin adorned with fine, intricate lines. Upon closer inspection, these lines were not haphazard but spread out radially in a structured manner. At first glance, they resembled a wondrous design sketched with simple lines, exuding a hint of profound mystery.

This Blue Spirit Fruit can help him advance to Ninth-Level Martial Master.

However, before that, he must first elevate his cultivation to the peak of the Martial Master Eighth Level.

Temporarily placing the Blue Spirit Fruit back in its box, Ling Chen took out a Solid Reality Pill and consumed it. His current cultivation was already nearing Ninth-Level Martial Master.

The energy he had absorbed from Mr. Wu was not yet fully refined. Furthermore, Ling Chen had also absorbed Xu Chao’s energy. Xu Chao was a Direct Disciple of the Elder of Myriad Beasts. Although his Cultivation was only at Ninth-Level Martial Master, the purity of his True Qi far surpassed Mr. Wu’s.

Therefore, it wouldn’t be difficult for Ling Chen to reach the peak of Martial Master Eighth Level now; it would only take a few days.