Longevity: Start Farming with Entries-Chapter 355 - 334: Luring the Snake Out of Its Hole

Chapter 355: Chapter 334: Luring the Snake Out of Its Hole

On the Golden Imperial Carriage was Hua Tianxiong, whom Qin Ming had once briefly met on Qilin Island.

The man’s characteristic corpulent stature and businesslike manner left a rather deep impression on him.

Qin Ming gazed at him, his eyes flickering with thought, and suddenly an idea formed in his mind.

This person’s status, along with his cultivation, was barely satisfactory, and backed by Lihuo Palace, he was an excellent choice for controlling a puppet.

"The user of the Black Talisman, it shall be you."

As the president of the Thousand Mechanism Trading Company, Hua Tianxiong showing up in the Spirit Ruins Market was likely for the upcoming Five Elements Mountain Trade Fair.

Thinking of this, Qin Ming already had a plan in mind.

Half a day later.

Qin Ming once again arrived at the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion located in the center of the market, using True Demon Illusion to disguise himself as a Foundation Establishment Perfection Loose Cultivator here to sell rare spiritual materials.

Shopkeeper Weii Hong, seeing a Foundation Establishment Perfection Cultivator coming to trade, hurriedly came out to personally greet him.

In the upstairs room.

"What can I do for this fellow Daoist?"

Weii Hong asked with a beaming smile, his attitude starkly different from the first time Qin Ming had come here.

Qin Ming spoke blandly and expressionlessly, "I want to sell a treasure obtained from a Secret Realm, of slightly high grade. Can you make the decision?"

"Of course, I can make the decision, fellow Daoist, rest assured." Hearing about a valuable item delivered to the door, Shopkeeper Weii’s eyes lit up and he quickly responded.

Qin Ming smiled faintly, casually waved his hand, and an item instantly appeared on the table.

"This... this is..."

Shopkeeper Weii’s eyes widened in surprise at the gray Soul Pill before him, its emanating aura already surpassing Tier Two.

The aura swirling above it had reached not just Tier Three, but even higher...

"Forgive my poor eyesight, at a glance, it’s hard to determine the value of this item. Please rest for a moment while I report to the president and have him personally decide for you."

Shopkeeper Weii, who had just made a boast, was immediately humbled, his expression somewhat embarrassed.

Qin Ming nodded, unconcerned.

This Soul Pill was that of the Late-stage Tier Three Golden Toad Ancestor, so it was normal that its cultivation realm was unrecognizable to him.

Shopkeeper Weii came to the luxurious suite on the seventh floor, gently knocked on the door, and respectfully reported:

"Reporting to the president, a cultivator has come to sell a treasure, and I’m unable to make a firm decision, so I ask for your judgment."

"Come in."

A lazy voice came from inside the room.

Upon hearing the voice, Weii Hong entered, only to be greeted by a scene that made his face flush and heart race.

Their president, Hua Tianxiong, was sitting comfortably with his corpulent body, holding two scantily-clad female cultivators in his arms, enjoying the fruits in luxury.

"Out with it quickly," Hua Tianxiong said impatiently, giving Weii Hong a sidelong glance.

Weii Hong trembled and hurriedly went forward to recount the recent events in detail.

Upon hearing Weii Hong’s words, Hua Tianxiong pushed away the two enchanting female cultivators, his expression changed, and his brows furrowed.

"According to you, this is rather interesting."

"If I’m not mistaken, that gray bead should be a Soul Pill left by a Core Formation Ghost."

"In that case, its value is significant."

"We might just strike it rich; take me to have a look."

"If that’s the case, you’ll have made a big contribution!"

Hua Tianxiong immediately showed a hint of anticipation.

Weii Hong was elated upon hearing this, not expecting such a good start to the day’s business.

A moment later.

Qin Ming was drinking tea when he saw Weii Hong enter the room with Hua Tianxiong.

At the first sight of Hua Tianxiong, Qin Ming pretended to be startled and hurriedly bowed, "Greetings, Elder Hua!"

"Hehe! No need for such courtesy, young friend." Hua Tianxiong enjoyed Qin Ming’s manner, waved his hand to let him sit down.

"I heard there’s a good item here for sale, came specially to have a look."

Qin Ming immediately presented the Soul Pill.

The next moment.

As Hua Tianxiong took the Soul Pill, he almost dropped his jaw in surprise.

’It’s actually a Late-stage Tier Three Soul Pill!’

Hua Tianxiong, who had seen many things in his long career, was still shocked by the sight of this Soul Pill.

Nevertheless, being a shrewd businessman, he kept his expression well-maintained.

Feigning examination, Hua Tianxiong carefully observed the Soul Pill for a long time before asking:

"I’ll take this item. How much do you plan to sell it for? Feel free to name a price."

"You don’t seem to be a local, which sect do you hail from?"

He then turned to Weii Hong and scolded, "Why haven’t you brought our young friend a pot of fine Spirit Tea? How do you conduct business?"

"Yes, yes!" Weii Hong, sweating profusely, quickly ordered a pot of Tier Two Spirit Tea.

"Several fellow cultivators died for the sake of this pearl; I intend to exchange it for a Core Formation Spiritual Object or the equivalent value in Middle-Grade Spirit Stones," Qin Ming said, feigning anxiety.

"I’m merely a loose cultivator without a sect."

Upon hearing this, Hua Tianxiong’s smile froze on his face.

"Young friend, although this item is indeed valuable, it’s not worth that much..."

"I’ll offer you two bottles of pills to enhance and solidify your cultivation, plus three thousand Middle-Grade Spirit Stones, how about it?"

"That... unfortunately, I can’t agree. I’ll try asking elsewhere."

"Hey, don’t go. How about I add another two thousand Spirit Stones?"

"I only want a Core Formation Spiritual Object."

Hua Tianxiong: "..."

After half an incense stick of time, the two sides failed to agree on a price and parted on bad terms.

Feigning urgency, Qin Ming quickly left the Spirit Ruins Market.

The atmosphere in the room with the two remaining individuals was rather tense.

"What shall we do, President? That kid is as stubborn as a mule," Weii Hong asked nervously.

Hua Tianxiong was still fuming, and Weii dared not provoke his anger.

"Damn it, a cooked duck actually flew away?"

"How could something I, Hua Tianxiong, set my eyes on, escape so easily?" Hua Tianxiong fumed with a dark gaze, cursing vehemently as he smashed the table into dust.

Bam!

Immediately, his figure vanished, and his Golden Core Stage Divine Thought spread out, pursuing in the direction Qin Ming had gone.

"Notify the Golden Core Tributor in the pavilion, I’ll go ahead."

Weii Hong obeyed, quickly gathering personnel to follow.

A thousand miles away from the Spirit Ruins Market.

Qin Ming’s figure sped through the sky, occasionally looking back with a puzzled expression.

He slowed down his flight.

"This shouldn’t be! Could it be that the bait failed?"

"Why hasn’t Hua Tianxiong caught up yet?"

"Could it be that I flew too fast?"

"He’s a dignified Early-stage Golden Core, surely it couldn’t be like this?"

Just as Qin Ming was pondering, his powerful Divine Thought suddenly sensed a figure rapidly closing in on him.

Feigning panic, he flew toward a nearby mountain range.

"Still trying to run?"

"Hahaha!"

"You refuse to accept a toast and instead choose punishment!"

Whoosh!

A violet streak flashed by, obstructing Qin Ming’s path, revealing the corpulent figure of Hua Tianxiong.

"Hand over the Soul Pill obediently, and I might spare your life."

"But now, the price will be halved."

Qin Ming remained composed, smirked lightly, and said, "Oh? Is that so?"

Boom!

Following this, a Mid-stage Golden Core Spiritual Pressure erupted forth!