Ye Haochuan didn’t expect that a casual stroll would yield such gains.
He slowly walked to the stall, ready to purchase the item.
However, before he could, several figures surrounded the stall.
"Old man, do you know the rules here? Did you pay the stall fee?" said a greasy middle-aged man.
These people were clearly bullies or thugs, but their cultivation wasn’t weak, appearing to be in the Nascent Soul Early Stage.
Such cultivation, in the eyes of ordinary people, was already seen as an unattainable level.
The stall vendor was an elderly man with snow-white hair and beard, appearing to have ordinary cultivation, and his movents weren’t very fluid, clearly suffering from a hidden illness.
Seeing these fierce individuals, the old man’s face was full of fear as he pleaded, "Please, give a bit of ti. Once I sell my items, I’ll have the money to pay the stall fee!"
"Pay after selling? Dream on! Pay the stall fee first before selling anything. That’s the rule!"
The fat middle-aged man spoke rcilessly, "Besides, look at what you’re trying to sell — just so broken bricks and tiles. You think they’ll fetch a price? We’re here ensuring your safety to sell, and if you suddenly claim no sales and don’t pay, we’d be at a loss!"
"No, these items are treasures! Surely soone who knows their value will buy them at a good price!" the old man hastily explained.
"Are you suggesting we lack insight or can’t recognize value?" the fat man sneered.
Frightened by his deanor, the old man trembled and quickly clarified, "No, I’m just saying soone will need my items, and then..."
"Hmph!" The fat man snorted, "I’ve been around here for many years. Do you think I lack the vision? Your scraps are worthless! If they sell for ten red crystals, I’ll kowtow to you ten tis on the spot!"
The others laughed, disdainfully shouting, "Old man, if you know what’s good for you, leave quickly. Don’t waste our ti. Move slowly, and don’t bla us for hitting you with sticks!"
Hearing this, the old man was extrely scared, dropping to his knees in desperation, "Please have rcy! My wife is seriously ill and waiting for to sell and buy dicine, or she won’t survive!"
The fat man’s face showed disdain as he snorted, "I’ve heard that excuse countless tis; my ears are numb from it!"
"It’s true! I’m telling the truth!" Tears welled in the old man’s eyes as he grabbed the fat man’s pant leg, desperately pleading.
"I don’t care if it’s true or not. It’s none of my business if your wife dies. Get lost, don’t disturb our work!" The fat man pushed him away, snorting coldly.
Cough, cough...
Pushed away, the old man’s hidden illness flared up, sending him into a fit of severe coughing that led to him spitting blood.
The fat man was not moved at all, instead showing disgust and stepping back, "Old man, if you want to die, do it far away so you don’t spread your bad luck!"
He seed to think he hadn’t backed off enough and imdiately shouted to two people next to him, "Why are you just standing there? Throw this old guy out. I can’t stand the sight of him!"
The two called over seed reluctant but dared not defy their leader. They ultimately took their frustration out on the old man, rough in their actions without concern for his health.
The old man was already injured, unable to withstand the abuse, causing constant coughing and turning his face extrely pale.
"Wait!" Ye Haochuan suddenly spoke.
The fat man turned to size him up, seeing Ye Haochuan’s cultivation and expressing disdain.
Ye Haochuan, to avoid drawing attention, concealed his aura and suppressed his cultivation to the Core Formation Level. This level was unimpressive to the fat man.
The fat man arrogantly warned Ye Haochuan, "Kid, don’t ddle in others’ affairs, or don’t bla for being rude."
"I’m not ddling; I just want to buy his items," Ye Haochuan said calmly, showing no fear.
Hearing soone wanted to buy, the old man surprisingly suppressed his cough and joyfully said, "Young man, my items are truly valuable! Look at the patterns; each is unique!"
Those nearby looked at the old man as if he were foolish.
A kind person approached Ye Haochuan and whispered, "Young brother, don’t be fooled. These are just broken pieces with fancy patterns that show no spiritual energy. They’re worthless!"
The stall held broken fragnts, so resembling ceramics or tals, all severely corroded.
Such aged items might fetch a good price on Earth, where collecting is trendy. But in the cultivator’s world, items offering no power enhancents are truly worthless!
"Thanks for the warning! Still, these pieces are exactly what I need!" Ye Haochuan smiled, then turned to the old man, "Sir, I’ll buy all your items. Na your price!"
"Kid, are you purposely trying to annoy ?" Before the old man could speak, the fat man angrily interjected.
Ye Haochuan’s actions were clearly to back the old man, making the fat man unhappy.
"He’s selling, I’m buying. How can that be wrong?" Ye Haochuan retorted.
"You’re looking to die!" The fat man, extrely angry, swung a greasy hand toward Ye Haochuan.
Before the fist hit, the Gang Wind was already felt, showing the man intended to hold nothing back.
Ye Haochuan raised a hand and block with his hand.
The fat man’s flesh quivered as the powerful punch stopped short, leaving him to stagger back a few steps. His face turned paler, showing he was badly hurt.
"Bastard!" Angered by the attack on their leader, the others wanted to rush forward, but the stunned fat man stopped them.
Without speaking, the fat man held back his n, stepping back cautiously to watch Ye Haochuan.
Evidently, the earlier strike had taught him Ye Haochuan’s strength.
Freed, the grateful old man approached the stall, smiling at Ye Haochuan, "Young man, I’ll give you a discount if you’re buying everything—one thousand red crystals..."
"One thousand red crystals? Is this old man out of his mind?" The surrounding crowd, hearing the price, looked at the old man with even more disdain.
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