Chapter 526 - Chapter 526: Chapter 518: The Prodigal Son (1/2)
Chapter 526: Chapter 518: The Prodigal Son
The young man narrated the origin of the sword.
After hearing this, Qin Niu laughed and shook his head, “If it really were a treasure sword, could it rust like this? Your story is quite valuable, worth a Thousand Taels, goodbye.”
This person was very likely a swindler.
Before coming to the Ghost Market, that old man from the Posthouse had reminded him to be careful not to be deceived.
“Just hold it, and you’ll know I’m not lying!”
Seeing a prospective buyer who finally asked about the price, the young man quickly tried to keep him there.
Qin Niu, half-believing and half-doubting, picked up the rusty Longsword.
The weight was around twelve or thirteen catties, which made it a very heavy sword. Ordinary longswords mostly weighed around one to two catties, and never more than three.
Because a sword needs to be agile and graceful, and even many swordsmen believe that swordplay is very elegant; if it is too heavy, one would only be clumsy when striking.
He held the sword in his hand but didn’t feel anything special about it.
It was only when he tried to channel his Cultivation Power into the blade that an intense repulsive energy emanated from within the sword, blocking his Cultivation Power from entering.
“You haven’t lied; indeed, this sword is somewhat special. But its price is a bit too expensive, I would take it for Five Hundred Taels,” he said.
Qin Niu directly halved the asking price.
“You’ve slashed right at my waist! Five Hundred Taels it is, take it!”
The young man agreed to sell without even a moment’s hesitation.
Qin Niu’s heart lurched, this behavior was too reminiscent of a scam artist. Could he actually have encountered a swindler?
He scrutinized the young man, who appeared eager for him to pay.
Seeing this, Qin Niu carefully felt the Longsword again, and as before, his Cultivation Power faced strong resistance from the blade. Not a trace of power could enter.
If the young man wasn’t lying, then the beast horn on the stall must also be a good item.
“If I buy this sword, could you throw in that goat horn for me?”
He, like the vast majority of cunning merchants, always drove hard bargains and disparaged the items when buying treasures.
“No, no, absolutely not. This isn’t a goat horn, but a beast horn, handed down from my ancestors. If you want it, it’ll be Five Hundred Taels.”
“One Hundred Taels, take it or leave it!”
Qin Niu was ruthless in bargaining, cutting down the price mercilessly.
“Add a bit more, Two Hundred Taels!”
“Just One Hundred Taels; even as an ornament, others would think this goat horn overpriced at One Tael of Silver.”
“Well…all right, it’s yours!”
The young man seemed inept at negotiating, easily caving after a bit of pressure from Qin Niu.
Qin Niu internally concluded that the man was either a profligate spender or an extremely skilled swindler playing his part to the hilt.
Regardless of which it was, he was quite satisfied to acquire these items at such prices.
Even if it turned out to be a scam, Six Hundred Taels of Silver was still within his tolerable loss.
After paying, the young man packed up his stall and left briskly with a joyful expression.
The men named Chi, following behind Qin Niu, had witnessed everything and couldn’t help but voice a warning, “This person is very likely a con artist, you may have been deceived.”
“No harm done, even if it’s a scam, the loss isn’t significant. Do you really think I’d help you with revenge?”