The Demon Swordsman 3
Ch. 154 - Best Deals

The night came so fast. Xin Chen had just pawned some jewelry items from his space ring. It could be that he is falling into a poor case of wanting to enter the auction. He needed the money of the Wei Empire, the only way was to sell his goods instead of asking for an exchange. Fear he is suspected, especially guard at Central Central is quite strict. A little strange walk directly approached by the officer.

"There are still two months left, not yet near poverty."

Xin Chen grumbled inwardly. He hoped, even though only a few of the ones he had been looking for had been in this place. Even if it's just a small possibility it's okay. He was too desperate because there was no other clue he could get. Xin Chen postponed his search for Qin Yujin and the box temporarily.

Maybe in the auction event he could get a clue also to the whereabouts of the man. If you meet there, Xin Chen would love to punch him in the face.

While waiting for tomorrow to come, Xin Chen chose to stay at one of the inns that cost him so much - but was the cheapest among the others. If he were in the Shang Empire, the cost of a single stay at Central was equivalent to the cost of a stay of up to two months.

Xin Chen waited for the night to pass, sitting by the window looking at the passerby in front. The guard never stops. Occasionally his eyes caught an odd sight in the forest area. Visible to a large bird that was most likely a high-flying demon, he probably felt threatened and flew so fast. But in one shot, a sharp spear filled with poison instantly penetrated his heart.

Now he imagined what would happen if Ye Long went along with him. And Lang said before he went here.

"The Wei Empire is not the jungle." Xin Chen smiled bitterly. "And it's not really my limb. This place is eleven twelve with a haunted cave. Not entering completely has made the creeps."

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The coldness of the air as if wanting to freeze blood, the morning came at the Central Central that was filled with the lives of the hundreds of thousands of people inside. Xin Chen stared outside, it felt like the sky was not so friendly today. Heavy rain fell for a short time, making the humans who filled the road down there immediately dispersed in search of shelter.

Most of them were respectable people, visible from the luxurious Central-Central housing. There were hardly any lower-middle-class people in this place, to stay at this place alone Xin Chen was repeatedly asked about his identity. Especially the clan name he carried.

Xin Chen walked out of the inn, the umbrella in his hand dripping water so profusely. Only a few people want to get through the rain. He intends to go to the auction event, it should not be so far from here.

His gaze was locked on a party with a carriage that looked very luxurious, speeding towards one place.

The two mothers next to him whispered from the porch of their house.

"The "single son of the Emperor seemed to be about to stage yet another massive coup. It is better to close the doors and windows, slaughter can happen at any time ..."

"It's scary. Is he not happy enough with peace now? Even busy thinking about the fate of people outside the center. It's crazy like that."

"That's how much money is. Shh ... Be careful when someone hears us." The woman looked at Xin Chen who was walking slowly in front of them with worried eyes.

'The coup? Single son?' Xin Chen could only guess inwardly. If it is true as the two women say it means the prince expects the departure of his father, especially through the bloody path certainly a fierce fight will occur until one of them falls.

The political problems in the Wei Empire seemed to be a bit of a cover-up, even only the people living in Central Central knew about this. Not with out there, they do not have time to think about politics because they are too busy thinking about the stomach in the midst of a crisis situation.

Arriving at the place where Xin Chen was referring directly handed over his money, getting an entrance ticket so easily without many procedures that could make his head dizzy. Everyone there is free to enter as long as they have money. It was obvious, even many of them were wearing masks to hide their faces and identities.

Xin Chen stared at the entire item that was about to be auctioned in two hours. The trinkets on the table that could break through the billion mark did not interest him at all, unless his eyes were replaced with Ye Long eyes. It was certain that the dragon would hug all those items.

Xin Chen started to worry about his room in Fanlu City. It could be that her clothes and belongings were thrown away because her room was already full of jewelry.

An hour passed with her still circling from the first floor to the third, mingling with strangers who were busy chatting about possessions. Most of them did not care around, until at a quarter of the way back Xin Chen found a very familiar outfit.

Crow mask and big black robe. It was so similar to the clothes of Fu Qinshan and the men of Qin Yujin. Xin Chen ran to break up the crowd, unfortunately the person had already entered a tight-guarded room. And again, the guard in the corner moved to catch him.

"Hey, hey. What are you doing running around like a burglar! Where's your ticket?!"

Xin Chen pointed it out hurriedly, annoyed half-deadly being held in an inopportune moment.

"Hurry and let me go, my best friend will run. I'm gonna collect a debt."

"Oh, collect the debt. Hard stuff, then go. I pray that the billed are no more fierce than you."

Xin Chen immediately gave chase, but unfortunately he lost track. Already using the spirit body and penetrating into the entire room, the figure had already disappeared like in the swallow of the earth.

While the search had to be postponed as the auction event was about to begin, they were directed to one place with a stage in front. There was one mustachioed man who was very narcissistic, welcoming all the guests with his sweet words.

Xin Chen inevitably let go of the person, entering into a dark room with one illumination on the stage. Hoping that one of the items to be sold there was a cure for Red Crystal disease. That way Lang would not have to painstakingly make medicine as well as look for Master Luo Li, they would only need to deliver the Fire Mushroom and return to the empire.

But it seemed like such an easy path was one rare path that was hard to come up with. Xin Chen smiled bitterly.

The event started a few minutes ago, opening with a lively art show and a small drama show. Xin Chen continued to frown, clueless at the spectacle of those rich people. Up ahead, they laughed at a spectacle of deciduous humans fighting against falsehoods.

"These people, try to get them to watch this thing directly outside the center, it's dry and it's like they're laughing their teeth are being ripped apart."

Xin Chen's remark made the surrounding people silent. He realized his talk just now, cleared his throat while continuing to see the show. Nearby there was no longer a laugh like before.

Perhaps at this moment Xin Chen knew he had another talent in him; an Atmosphere Destroyer.

The auction had begun at an unkempt price, Xin Chen to the point of holding his breath hearing the first nominal that came out. Not to mention that number keeps growing.

It seems true, in the Wei Empire money was so easy to obtain. Everyone in this room was extremely wealthy, surpassing even the wealth of the elite nobles in the Shang Empire.

Though they only fight for a cup with the efficacy of youth, but the price they put almost touched eighty billion.

Second thing out. This time the necklace, made of white tortoise shell is believed to have spiritual power. The shape of the necklace is very beautiful, in addition to having the aesthetics of the necklace can treat gradually all the diseases in the body of the owner if always wearing the necklace.

Unkempt prices began to be heard from the benches of the elites. Xin Chen simply listened, waiting for when one thing related to the vaccine or medicine for Red Crystal disease.

And little did he expect enough money to buy that thing.

Even until the ninth item he never heard about the drug. Only useless objects that happen to be 'rare' and have extraordinary properties. He took a breath, annoyed for mercy.

Two hundred million floated up just to come see the ridiculous show and the useless stuff. Xin Chen regretted his actions, he was already wasteful. Know this he will save the money for other needs.

The last item has just been issued, because it is considered not so special as it has been. The man before the stage offered it like half-heartedness.

"Ah, this last thing ... There seemed to be a mistake," the man looked back, slightly whispering, "hey who put this rotten gem here?"

A woman came forward and whispered in the man's ear. Xin Chen deliberately sharpened his hearing in order to hear their conversation.

"But the boss told him to sell it, just sell it at whatever price. Fortunately, whatever is important. It's carrying reinforcements."

"How's the ball?"

"The person who brought him here died struck by lightning the other day, then our friend who packed it suddenly convulsions and somehow has something to do with cloudy always come wherever this thing is. You sell it, we buy it with money. How much it's up to."

The woman backed off. The man in front of the stage coughed small while showing off his smile that looked even more awkward.

"The stuff we're offering this last one is a little special."

There was a pause in a moment. He was like stringing a sweet word to describe things on the table. Shimmering no, making a scary atmosphere there. The man dared not touch her, afraid that she would die standing up.

He continued. "The jewels we found from the far reaches of the Wei Empire, are gray and full of mystery. No one knows where this thing is from but it is believed the power inside is huge."

"Hey, but aren't those gems that aren't sparkling like wild demon gems? Why is such an ugly item on display?"

"It's just fine that the auction event here is starting to quiet down, this is how they sell stuff."

"Ah, I'm just going home. Offered junk like that. I'd better hear the babbling of the beggars outside the center."

The man on the stage put his hands together in anxious hope. The spectator bench started to fuss, not interested at all in the item next to it.

"Please calm down ..."

He looked around, "We're going to start putting up a price of eight hundred million."

Silent. There's no sound. The awkwardness on the man's face became. Next to him a terrible air began to feel, touching the surface of his skin. He started to not stand it because none of the hundreds of people in front of him were interested. His heart was pounding when a small sting burned his leg.

"Nothing?"

Someone finally raised a hand.

"Two million pieces of gold. I'm taking it or not."

"What the fuck? This huge loss was his name-" The man unconsciously muttered. He just knew there was something like this, people put the price how much he put the price himself.

The woman behind the stage seemed to be telling him to bid. But it had been almost half an hour persuaded even Xin Chen was still unwilling to, instead lowering the price to one million pieces of gold. The man's head was dizzy. He repeatedly asked the person behind him.

"Can it be like this?"

"Find the offer. It's getting worse. I just heard someone's drifting because of the high river currents near here. The boss agreed to it."

Other people did not want to bid because the host had said directly that the object might bring bad luck. Obviously, the more nobody wants to buy it.

And Xin Chen ended up buying that eight hundred million gold piece with the best offer: one million gold pieces only. Just contact this matter immediately became the conversation of the elites who continued to whisper while occasionally staring at Xin Chen. Between weird and pity. As poor as to what the young man to buy goods at a price that is fairly very, very cheap.