Chapter 977: Chapter 977 Purple Pattern Elixir Furnace

    Qin Hao once again slapped the other four people, in his view, offending one was no different from offending five.

    Liao Youcai, Fan Zhenzhe, and the others were all dumbfounded. These were the descendants of four Dukes and a Divine Martial Marquis, and you just hit them without hesitation?

    No wonder it’s Qin Hao, still so domineering even in the royal city, not caring about the sons of Dukes.

    Seeing Qin Hao beat them, while they felt somewhat satisfied, they also thought Qin Hao was too reckless; after all, this wasn’t Yuxing County, there were many nobles and big families here, which weren’t easy to mess with.

    “If you have the guts, leave your name.” Zhai Tengfei’s face was grim—they, as dandies, valued their reputation the most. Being beaten by Qin Hao meant if they didn’t find a way to save face, they would have no standing in the royal city anymore.

    “Yuxing County, Qin Hao!” Qin Hao answered lightly.

    Zhai Tengfei nodded fiercely: “Fine, just wait for me.” After speaking, he left with his group.

    After they left, Qin Hao glanced at the others, whose eyes were somewhat timid and slightly reluctant to get too close to Qin Hao.

    Because they feared that getting too close to Qin Hao would attract the forces behind Zhai Tengfei’s group, which was not a good thing for them.

    Qin Hao also noticed their thoughts and smiled faintly: “Everyone, I have some matters to attend to, please excuse me.”

    After saying this, he walked downstairs, and Xian Yin, Ling’er, along with Gao Linglong and Dong Mengqi hurriedly followed him.

    Dong Mengqi felt that Liao Chengcai was too cowardly, not at all manly, as among those humiliated, she was one, and none dared to speak up.

    Outside Zuixiao Building, Gao Linglong spoke to Qin Hao: “Mr. Qin, should I inform my father?”

    “No need, Miss Linglong, I can handle these minor matters.” Qin Hao replied.

    He did not believe these people would dare to bring their fathers; if they dared tell their fathers, they’d probably be beaten even worse, at most they’d call for some high-level guards.

    Qin Hao knew very well, as long as he didn’t kill them, the families behind them wouldn’t act.

    Xian Yin asked: “Sir, where are we heading now?”

    “Let’s wander around the royal city; we hardly come by.” Qin Hao said with a smile.

    After speaking, he turned to Dong Mengqi: “Miss Dong, are you heading back? Or shall you wander with us?”

    Dong Mengqi curved her lips into a smile and said: “If Mr. Qin doesn’t mind, I’d of course like to join you in exploring.”

    “In that case, let’s all explore the bustling and thriving royal capital together.”

    Gao Linglong chimed in: “There’s a large market in the West District, let’s head there too, maybe we can find some good stuff.”

    Qin Hao looked at her curiously and asked: “Miss Linglong, are you very familiar with this place?”

    “My hometown is here, would you say I’m familiar?” Gao Linglong rolled her eyes at him.

    Qin Hao was taken aback: “Your hometown is my royal city?”

    Dong Mengqi chuckled and said: “Mr. Qin, you’re so familiar with Princess Gao yet didn’t know? The Commandery Prince Gao is the third son of the Duke Gao family, the royal city Duke’s mansion.”

    Gao Linglong nodded: “Mr. Qin really never knew?”

    Qin Hao gave an awkward smile, he truly didn’t know this. Hearing Dong Mengqi’s explanation, he understood almost immediately that without connections in the royal city, Gao Yuan couldn’t have become a Commandery Prince.

    As the group conversed, they walked, arriving at the West District in over half an hour—it was a major trading site in the royal city.

    Everything from herbs, materials, magical artifacts, pills, to cultivation techniques and divine skills was here. As long as you have Spirit Stones, you could buy almost anything.

    Of course, the top-tier items were rare; but if you were lucky, you might find something valuable.

    Shortly after entering the West District, they saw a relatively large archway with a plaque bearing the gilded words “Trading Market.”

    Upon entering, it was noticeably livelier inside than outside, with many people buying and selling items, and hawking loudly.

    “Herbs, herbs, hundreds of herbs for concocting various pills, cheaply sold.” A herbal stall displayed hundreds of different herbs.

    “Various rare metallic materials, perfect for crafting magical artifacts.”

    As Qin Hao and his group walked, every item they saw generated a name and brief description in Qin Hao’s mind.

    After a while, Xian Yin purchased some herbs at a stall.

    Dong Mengqi curiously asked: “Is Miss Xian Yin an Alchemist?”

    “Barely considered one, I can only concoct some low-level pills.” Xian Yin replied with a gentle smile.

    The others did not purchase anything, simply wandering around, but as Qin Hao’s gaze swept over one stall, he suddenly froze.

    “Purple Pattern Elixir Furnace, top-grade Spiritual Artifact, a pill furnace for alchemists to enhance pill formation chances, produces higher-quality pills, contains Purple Pattern Spirit Fire, the flame is mild and delicate...”

    Qin Hao walked to the stall, with Xian Yin, Gao Linglong, Ling’er, and Dong Mengqi following, their eyes curious on him.

    This stall was filled with various antique items, though usually these were fakes, imitation antiques disguised and sold for more money.

    The stall owner was a scrawny middle-aged man, sly-looking, with a hint of lifelessness around him.

    Such people often frequented tombs, essentially grave robbers.

    Seeing Qin Hao’s group approach, he smiled and said: “Have the young lords and ladies seen anything they fancy? These items are legitimately from ancient cultivator tombs.”

    Qin Hao looked at him and said, “You survived an ancient cultivator’s tomb?”

    “I have my own special techniques.” The man said proudly.

    Gao Linglong couldn’t help but caution: “Mr. Qin, most of these people are frauds; these items are largely imitation.”

    The man hurried to explain: “Miss, please don’t speak rashly. I’m not like those swindlers, these items came from tombs. Although many burial items are high-grade imitations, they’re hard to distinguish. As for authenticity, even I’m unsure but there are definitely genuine pieces; your eyesight and luck will determine what you acquire.”

    He wasn’t lying here, for he once had the fortune to acquire some cryptic tomb raiding skills, skilled in identifying feng shui tombs.

    Often the burial treasures of many experts are high-grade imitations because the expert’s status and position weren’t very high; to avoid looking shabby, they’d use imitations.

    Except for super tombs, only those wouldn’t use high-grade imitation items.

    People of the Hidden Dragon Continent believed in reincarnation, so when burying, they’d seek feng shui treasures, various burial goods, etc. Some even used formations to construct terrifying tombs.