Chapter 663. Sun Lao (2/2)
After walking out of the northern part of the city, Wang Lin casually walked toward the east side. There weren’t many mortals here, mostly cultivators. The shops here also had much more imposing atmospheres that came from both sides of the street.
There were even some shops, perhaps due to the customs here, that had incredibly large spirit stones in front. These were not refined spirit stones, so they retained their original shapes and gave off thick spiritual energy.
Wang Lin’s eyes revealed a look of interest. These kinds of displays indeed told everyone the power of these shops.
It has to be said that ordinary cultivators couldn’t possibly dig spirit stones like these out of spirit veins.
The sizes of the spirit stones were also related to the shops. Some of the spirit stones outside the shops were twenty feet tall. Just the presence of each spirit stone created a sense of pressure.
There was even a shop with high quality spirit stones outside. This discovery immediately made Wang Lin interested in this store.
He carefully looked at the store. This shop wasn’t large and only had two floors. Although it wasn’t as majestic as the surrounding stores, it was very elegant. There was a giant plaque with the fancy written characters: “Green Bamboo Pavilion.”
Wang Lin didn’t go in; he withdrew his gaze and walked forward. On the eastern end of the city there was a huge pavilion. There wasn’t just one spirit stone outside this building, there were eight. These eight high quality spirit stones were thirty feet tall and seemed to be placed in a formation. They gave off waves of spiritual pressure.
This pavilion seemed to have fused with the surrounding. Just looking at it it felt a bit illusionary. There were long strips of spirit stones with three words carved on them: “Whole Treasure Pavilion.”
A pressure was spreading out. There was even a hidden layer of restrictions preventing divine sense from checking inside. Wang Lin didn’t force his divine sense in, as he wasn’t very interested in the Whole Treasure Pavilion.
Wang Lin stepped inside but immediately frowned. He saw a middle-aged man walk out from the pavilion and block his path. He examined Wang Lin and calmly asked, “Does fellow cultivator not know my Whole Treasure Pavilion’s rules?”
Wang Lin’s expression was neutral as he calmly said, “Oh? I wonder what the rules are.”
The middle-aged man was extremely shocked at Wang Lin’s calm expression. He had seen many cultivators, and aside from those old monsters, very few cultivators could be this calm under the pressure of the pavilion.
“There are two entry rules and one exit rule in my Whole Treasure Pavilion. Those below the Nascent Soul stage can’t enter! Those without one hundred thousand high quality spirit stones can’t enter! Those that don’t make a trade can’t exit!”
Wang Lin frowned slightly.
The middle-aged man saw Wang Lin’s expression and suddenly realized something. He asked, “Does fellow cultivator have one hundred thousand spirit stones?”
Wang Lin didn’t have many spirit stones inside his bag of holding. After all, once he reached the Soul Transformation stage, he primarily used celestial jades.
The middle-aged man smiled. “Fellow cultivator does not meet the requirements to go inside. Even if you go inside, then I’m afraid that you won’t meet the condition to leave. Please return.”
“Will you accept this treasure?” Wang Lin’s eyes were calm as he looked at the middle-aged man. He slapped his bag of holding and the flying sword that he refined appeared.
The middle-aged man glanced at the flying sword and revealed a hint of contempt. He was able to tell at a glance this flying sword was refined by a very poor method and that there was nothing special about it. Even the sword’s light was extremely bleak. He didn’t even use his divine sense and could tell with his naked eyes that this flying sword was extremely poor quality. It probably wasn’t even a low quality magical treasure.
He was responsible for verifying for the Whole Treasure Pavilion for many years, so his eyesight was very good. He had seen too many people with low cultivation levels try to sell treasures that they thought were very good. In his mind, Wang Lin was one of those people.
This flying sword treasure presumably had its abilities, but the middle-aged man wasn’t interested. He smiled and shook his head. “We won’t accept it. Please leave!”
Wang Lin coldly looked at the middle-aged man before turning around and leaving.
When Wang Lin’s gaze landed in the middle-aged man’s eyes, it made him feel like cold water was suddenly poured over his head and his body trembled. Wang Lin’s gaze was like ten-thousand-year-old ice; it caused his nascent soul to freeze and almost collapse.
Terrified, the man took several steps back and his expression became extremely pale. He looked at Wang Lin walking away, completely speechless. In his heart, he vaguely felt like there was something unusual about that flying sword.
At this moment, an ancient voice came from within the pavilion.
“Lu Feng, what happened?”
The middle-aged man quickly turned around and said, “Elder Sun, just now a cultivator came to sell a magical treasure.”
An old man walked out from the pavilion. He had a hunched back and looked very old. His face was filled with traces of time and his gaze was very dim. He looked at the middle-aged man and calmly asked, “What kind of treasure?”