The Martial World
E-17 for Sale
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Lin Ming's last stop was the Red Maple auction house. Lin Ming had no idea of success, and as he thought, the auction house's beautiful auctioneer came out on his own to reject him.
Yet this beautiful woman felt that Lin Ming had been treated somewhat unfairly, so she gave him two suggestions. First, he had to try the Inscription Association. Perhaps they will be interested in buying his symbol paper for collection or educational purposes. Usually apprentice level inscription symbols were relatively rare due to the low success ratio, but Lin Ming had four, so it was more than that. Second, he could try to head towards the town square and peddle his wares there.
Lin Ming had never gone to the Inscription Association before. He did not have the credentials of an original inscription master, and even a top-tier inscription master would not be able to see the mystery behind Lin Ming's inscription. The difference between the Sky Fortune Kingdom inscription technique and from the Realm of the Gods was simply too great.
The only thing Lin Ming could do was go to the center of the city square, and hope to sell his symbol paper there. Unfortunately, it is impossible to get a decent price.
Although the town square was a lower-level trading center, it remained an official place supported by the government. Here there are various kinds of goods that can be sold with commissions. The trading center will receive five percent, but the reputation of the center is well-known, and there is no fear of being cheated, so many people choose to do that.
The quality threshold for entering a trading center is low; as long as it is genuine and not a clone, then any item can be sold at a reasonable price. Lin Ming's inscription symbol was naturally the real deal, this no one could deny, but it was just an apprentice job so its value was low.
After the appraiser of the trade center checked his goods, the fat man offered him a starting price of 100 gold taels.
Hearing this number, Lin Ming could only be stunned in silence. Your sister! What's this!
The material for the inscription cost 7-800 taels of gold, and the trading center offered 100 taels of gold for one. If he sold it for 100 taels of gold, Lin Ming would only receive 400 taels of gold!
“So, do you want to sell or not?”
Lin Ming clenched his teeth, “Yes, I will sell. I'll sell two. ”
Lin Ming had recently spent all his money. If not for the great salary and good condition of the Great Clarity Pavilion, he would have starved on the streets.
Even if it sells at a loss, it can accept selling two. As for the other two he would only wait for a while. His heart was unwilling to sell the last two for 100 taels of gold each.
"Leave your address behind" said the fat appraiser. The trading center is only responsible for the sale of commission items. Only when people buy things are they paid for. To Lin Ming, these two inscription symbols also had no certainty of being sold.
“Low rent is one tael of gold, middle rent is three taels of gold, and high rent is five taels of gold for one month rental. If after that period the item cannot be sold, the item will disappear from the shelf and the money will not be returned. " Said the fat appraiser.
F* ck! Even this requires money, the luck is really dog shit. He looked and thought about it. High rent is definitely the best, followed by medium rent. That low rent was probably in a shady corner where no one saw his stuff.
Lin Ming took out five taels of gold from his pocket, and slapped three taels of gold on his can, "I'll take a medium rent."
To think that the problem would be like this. Undoubtedly, the inscription was no worse than a master, but it now only sold 100 taels of gold, and he also had to pay a five percent tax along with the rental fee! And it also depends on whether someone buys the item!
Lin Ming sighed. It's very difficult to not be known.
He placed the two taels of gold back into his pocket and forced a smile. Let alone buying rare medicine to develop his martial arts, he would be lucky if there was enough food to put on the table.
Without medicines and without any other ingredients, Lin Ming felt it was not right to ask his good brother Lin Xiaodong to borrow money. Hence he stayed in the Zhou Mountains and practiced the "Formula True Primal Chaos". The days passed one after another like this.
Seven days have passed.
The trading center of the city square has always been a bustling place. Some people with good judgment will come here and buy the wrong place rare items at a cheaper price. What a great feeling to find treasure!
However these people usually did not see any herbs or inscription symbols. It was too difficult to see the quality, so they often missed this item.
Because hundreds and thousands of customers had come, but the inscription symbol Lin Ming calmly remained on the shelf, because no one had asked for it.
But today, a tall and muscular man with a large upper body walked into the trading center. His entire body was wrapped in thick muscles and he had a rough appearance. He's just an intimidating guy. He carried a four-foot-long sword on his back, and walked proudly like a tiger looking for trouble.
That guy's cold-eyed. His body was covered in scars; he was a man who had experienced countless life or death experiences. This man was a true assassin; the little boy who trained in the Martial House could not compare to his presence.
Looking at this person, the fat appraiser shrank. This man was at the fifth level of body transformation! A powerhouse at the peak of bone forging!
This person was only a step away from the pulse condensation time. But this one step has too many people who cannot be crossed all their lives.
“What do customers want to buy?” The fat appraiser stood up and greeted.
The man looked around the shop and nothing seemed to interest him, until suddenly, he pointed to the two pieces of yellow paper pressed between the glass panels. This is an inscription symbol?
"Yes." Yeah."
"It's 100 taels of gold?" The man said with a bit of surprise. Ordinary inscription symbols cost over 1000 gold taels. 100 gold taels were really cheap.
The shopkeeper said honestly, "This is the product of an inscription apprentice. His cultivation level was only at the third level of body transformation. The increase in strength it offered might only be up to ten percent. "
"Ten percent ..." The man frowned. It's really a low number. But alas, he could not afford the inscription symbol worth more than 1000 gold taels.
The name of this hero is Tie Feng. His background was general, and his salary depended on what the army provided for him. He had to support his old parents along with providing his own medicines, so he could not spend much gold. Not even 1000 taels of gold, but even 100 was a hefty price.
One month ago, Tie Feng had accompanied the armed forces on an expedition and had taken the head from the enemy leader, who was also at the bone forging stage! He took his sword as a spoils of war. This sword is a human step treasure!
The rule of the army is that the acquired property is his own. Like this, Tie Feng obtained a precious sword. However, his sword had been broken; the tip of the sword had been broken.
This incomplete treasure could only display limited effects. When the martial artist concentrated his soul power in the weapon, as his sword was incomplete, the combat power was also lowered.
Moreover, Tie Feng was also disappointed that the sword did not have any inscription symbols, so his strength was even lower by one level.
Tie Feng did not think of carving an inscription on it, because he could not afford the high price, and also because his sword was broken so one could say it was not worth it for something like an inscription symbol. But looking at this inscription symbol from an apprentice, he began to see its appeal.
Generally a symbol that increased in strength by 30% would require around 1500 taels of gold. But this only increased the weapon by ten percent, so it cost only 100 taels of gold. The effectiveness to cost ratio was high, but more importantly, he could afford it!
Tomorrow is the third round of the army martial arts tournament. The next opponent is a pretty tough one. If he could increase his sword force just a little, then his chances of winning would be much higher.
This tournament was required by all martial artists within thirty years of age. If one obtained a good result, they would get a great reward, or even a military promotion!
Tie Feng's military exploits had accumulated over the years. If he showed a good result this time around, he might even be appointed captain of ten thousand people. Moreover, he wanted a reward. Ten years ago her mother had taken herbal medicines so she could continue practicing martial arts and fell off a cliff and both her legs were broken. He has been locked up in bed ever since. Tie Feng swore to heaven that he would buy the rare medicine Black Jade Pasta for his mother. Black Jade paste has the ability to heal broken bones if installed properly. With that, he could heal both of his mother's legs, and his mother could walk again! But the price of this rare medicine was 5000 gold taels. To him now, it was simply an unimaginable figure.
With this thought in mind, Tie Feng should grab the victory with his own hands! Tomorrow was the third day of the tournament, and even Marshal Qin Xiao would be present in person. He is the number one figure in this country! There was no way he could lose with so much at stake!
For her family, for her mother!
Tie Feng clenched his teeth and said to the shop owner, "Symbol this inscription, I'll take it!"
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"No way! Somehow, you managed to get back 95 taels of gold? ” Lin Xiaodong saw the banknote in Lin Mings hand and could not believe it was real. He could not say what he was thinking in his mind, that pitiful fool and spent 95 taels of gold to buy a piece of toilet paper.
"It's 92 taels of gold." Said Lin Ming. The trading center of the town square is very fast in terms of money. The next day after the purchase, they handed over the profits to Lin Ming. It was originally 100 taels of gold, and after taking five percent, and three taels of gold for rent, there were 92 taels of gold left.
An inscription symbol that should have a minimum value of 1000 gold taels only sold for 92. It really made Lin Ming astonished that the person who bought it benefited, but it was true that those who bought it took the risk.
90 Taels of gold was not enough to buy any rare medicine. It was just enough to buy the common type that healed wounds. Lin Ming shrugged and went to the medicinal shop to look for some ingredients.
What he didn't know was that at this moment on the steel field, there was a tournament of unparalleled grandeur and grandeur that was going on, a large gathering of martial artists!
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In the Ten Mile courtyard, wearing heavy armor under the scorching sun, ten thousand soldiers stood in a tight square formation. If one approached them, they would feel an aura of war, as if they were immersed in an ancient battlefield as the god of death dashed towards them. This was the most powerful warrior of Sky Fortune Kingdom. Even choosing one at random, it was no joke to say that they could fight against ten other fighters!
Across this army is a row of chairs. In the center sat a man wearing golden armor. Although the thick hair on his temples had already started to whiten, his expression was bright, and his eyes were sharp like an eagle. He gave the feeling of unlimited power, a hero among heroes. This was the man whose strength had swept across the Eastern Sun Country 80 years ago, Marshal Qin Xiao!
His presence here shows how important this tournament is. The Qin family was also present, including Qin Xingxuan and her master, Master Muyi. Muyi was 100 years old. His cultivation had reached the middle houtian stage. He was also one of Sky Fortune's supreme masters, and was an inscription master. Even the King of Sky Fortune Kingdom had to treat him with respect.
In addition to the Qin family, there were also thousands of other military officials.