Chapter 2003: Chapter 73: Fragment_4
Yun Qi and the Five Ghost Kings almost all wore expressions of disbelief.
Only the Vine Grinding Ghost King’s brow was tightly knit, seemingly still somewhat skeptical.
The others from the Little Cang World didn’t have much of a reaction.
For instance, Yu Wuheng and Yu Yu, who had just hit the jackpot with a treasure, making tens of thousands of chips. Though not much, both were extremely happy.
Wang Ba’s mood was equally poor.
Seeing a piece of the Wind-Driving Staff slip away right before his eyes, he truly found it hard to accept.
But with even the teleportation gate closed, the item was likely in the hands of those attacking Wanbao Pavilion, making it impossible for him to obtain it.
He dared not hold any hope in his heart.
However, at that moment, he couldn’t think much about it; his eyes were searching all around.
“Mountain Lord, what are you looking for?”
The Vine Grinding Ghost King asked in confusion.
Wang Ba’s eyes lit up:
“Found it!”
Speaking, he quickened his pace and in a few hurried steps, stood in front of that bamboo pole-like cultivator who was dispersing with the crowd.
Everyone hurriedly followed.
The bamboo pole cultivator looked somewhat grim at this moment. Seeing Wang Ba and his group suddenly, he took two cautious steps back, his gaze swiftly scanning over Wang Ba and the others, a trace of dread flashing in his eyes, and he spoke in a low voice:
“Gentlemen, I’ve already lost a million chips buying that Number Nine Realm Embryo. Consider it taking the hit for you. Why must you press me so hard… Besides, if a fight breaks out here, it won’t end well!”
He mistook Wang Ba and his group as seeking revenge.
Wang Ba gave a slight smile, his attitude gentle:
“Taoist Brother worries too much. As the saying goes, no fight, no acquaintance. Meeting is fate… I am the Mountain Lord of the Primitive Demon Mountain. I noticed that Taoist Brother suffered a significant loss this time. Are you interested in a business deal that might compensate some of your losses?”
“Business deal?”
The bamboo pole cultivator was slightly taken aback, a bit unsure of Wang Ba’s intentions.
Wang Ba straightaway took out a jade porcelain bottle and casually tossed it to him.
“What’s this…”
The bamboo pole cultivator hesitantly accepted the jade porcelain bottle, cautiously removed the cork, and sniffed lightly.
Then his brow slightly furrowed:
“Spirit food?”
“But its rank seems not high… It doesn’t seem useful to us.”
Wang Ba was in no hurry to respond. The Vine Grinding Ghost King beside him, however, had his eyes shift and spoke:
“It’s useless to us, but what about those younger generations?”
“This…”
The bamboo pole cultivator was enlightened by the Vine Grinding Ghost King, and his eyes instantly brightened.
He looked down at the white porcelain bottle in his hand, then looked up, glanced around, and finally turned to Wang Ba, a few degrees of seriousness in his gaze, and spoke in a low voice:
“What is the asking price? How much do you have?”
“Hehe, as much as you want, and as for the price…”
Wang Ba paused, then smiled and said:
“That’s up to what Taoist Brother can offer in exchange.”
“What to offer in exchange?”
The bamboo pole cultivator appeared hesitant.
He then gritted his teeth and from his sleeve, took out an earth-yellow hammer-like Innate Dao Treasure, handing it to Wang Ba.
“This is a Mid-grade Innate Dao Treasure, with no less than fourteen traces of Innate Cloud Ban. In the market, it typically goes for around eight hundred thousand chips. I don’t want much, just want to exchange it for ten thousand bottles of the same…”
Wang Ba was inwardly surprised by the price the other was offering.
The price was not low; it could even be considered very high.
A Mid-grade Tao Treasure, which even a unified cultivator could use, exchanged for just several thousand Class IV Spirit Beasts made into spirit food, was simply exorbitant.
Yet Wang Ba simply glanced at it, threw the Dao Treasure back, and slightly shook his head:
“Not enough.”
The bamboo pole cultivator slightly furrowed his brows:
“I’m not asking much, the price of Class IV spirit food is more or less like this…”
Wang Ba smiled faintly:
“No, I mean, I don’t fancy your Dao Treasure. It doesn’t suit me well; I specialize in Wind Methods. If you have a Mid-grade Wind Style Innate Dao Treasure, even if you add fifty thousand, it won’t be a problem.”
“Of course, my requirements aren’t low, preferably one with seventeen or eighteen innate cloud bans, just a step away from upper grade.”
“Wind Style?”
The bamboo pole cultivator’s expression didn’t change, but his eyes had a hint of temptation.
The stone he desired had become impossible to acquire, and although the treasure in his possession seemed highly promising, without the whole, its value would undoubtedly plummet.
If he could extract the last value from this treasure, it might not be a bad idea…
“It’s sure for fifteen thousand?”
The bamboo pole cultivator gritted his teeth, asking.
Fifteen thousand bottles of this spirit food, if traded with other forces, would return a profit of several million chips.
Wang Ba slightly raised an eyebrow, seemingly a bit surprised:
“You really have it? If appropriate, it’s naturally negotiable.”
“Then, a word in private.”
The bamboo pole cultivator said, gritting his teeth.
Wang Ba gave the Vine Grinding Ghost King and others a look and then followed the bamboo pole cultivator to a secluded spot.
The bamboo pole cultivator glanced around, then gritted his teeth and opened his palm.
A stone identical to the azure jade in the Number Nine Realm Embryo lay quietly in his palm.
The mana slightly stirred, and eighteen traces of innate cloud ban illusion floated around.
At this moment, the Wind-Driving Staff within Wang Ba’s Primordial Spirit suddenly shone!
Wang Ba felt a surge of excitement in his heart:
“I guessed correctly! He indeed has the fragment of the Wind-Driving Staff!”