Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master-Chapter 1256 - 486: I’m Just Here to Do Business (Part 3)

Chapter 1256: Chapter 486: I’m Just Here to Do Business (Part 3)

This Chapter further depreciates the remaining value of the Illusion Heart Clarity Dew.

The gray-robed cultivator sensed something amiss, quickly reached out to intervene, and interjected, "Elder Sun, you underestimated the value of this item. Allow me to share a secret with you!"

"The upcoming second trial at the Evil Slaying Hall has significantly raised the standards compared to the past. Both the difficulty and rewards have increased."

"And the Illusion Heart Clarity Dew can help cultivators achieve better results in the Xingyun Trial!"

"Oh?" Sun Lingtong hurriedly inquired.

"That’s all I will say, that’s all." The gray-robed cultivator was unwilling to divulge further.

Sun Lingtong thought to herself, "Little Zhuo is about to participate in the second trial. I didn’t expect such an unexpected gain! I must acquire this bottle of Illusion Heart Clarity Dew!"

On the surface, Sun Lingtong pondered, "If I resell this item to others, with this news, it indeed could fetch a higher price..."

The gray-robed cultivator nodded repeatedly, "That’s exactly it, exactly!"

"I’ll take this bottle of Illusion Heart Clarity Dew." Sun Lingtong tucked the Cold Jade Bottle into her arms, "But it’s still not enough."

Ning Zhuo chuckled in the Bluestone Cave Mansion; he knew well Sun Lingtong’s methods. The gray-robed cultivator had caught her eye, and it was unlikely he would escape easily.

"Not enough?!" The gray-robed cultivator almost jumped, "Elder Sun, one shouldn’t be too greedy!"

But Sun Lingtong waved her hand, "This bottle of Illusion Heart Clarity Dew is nice, but none of the previous items caught my eye!"

With one sentence, Sun Lingtong revealed her high standards, implying her rank and strength were also high.

"He appears to be a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, but certainly that’s fake. Golden Core? Or perhaps... Nascent Soul?" The gray-robed cultivator couldn’t help but speculate, feeling more discouraged the more he thought.

Sun Lingtong stared at the gray-robed cultivator, her gaze conveying her resolve, pressuring him, "The Illusion Heart Clarity Dew barely interests me, perhaps it can foster good relations with some young talents joining the Evil Slaying Hall."

"You must realize, you broke the covenant first!"

"How did you guarantee the first time? And how were you so sincere the second time?"

"You’ve wasted too much of my time and disrupted my entire plan. These losses are far beyond what these small items can compensate for."

"Then what do you want?!" The gray-robed cultivator’s voice carried despair.

Sun Lingtong paused before suddenly saying, "Bring out your real assets. Something that can genuinely move me, in other words, the hard currency on the market."

"Anything aside from that, trying to fool me? Useless!"

The gray-robed cultivator bowed his head, gritting his teeth, and after a moment of silence, finally extracted a jade talisman from his person with trembling hands.

He channeled a trace of spiritual power into the jade talisman.

Buzz!

The surface of the jade talisman suddenly revealed dense silver patterns that twisted and transformed, eventually forming a complex talisman, exuding a strong aura of emptiness.

"Small Shifting Talisman." Sun Lingtong nodded slightly, her tone somewhat satisfied, "It can teleport to any location within a ten to fifty-mile radius. Such a life-preserving item is always valuable but rarely found."

"Now that’s more like it!"

"This shows sincerity."

Still holding onto one side of the jade talisman, he wanted to pull it over.

The gray-robed cultivator instinctively tightened his grip and didn’t release it.

"Hmm?" Sun Lingtong’s expression slightly changed.

The gray-robed cultivator’s body trembled and finally had to let go, allowing Sun Lingtong to take the Small Shifting Talisman.

Pain!

Such heartache.

The gray-robed cultivator was indeed a member of the Evil Slaying Hall. As a result, he often battled fiercely and traveled outside, with high risk. He understood the value of such a life-preserving item.

Now that Sun Lingtong had taken it, it was like losing a lifeline.

"Elder Sun..." His voice was hoarse, "Now, can we terminate the covenant?"

Sun Lingtong put away the Small Shifting Talisman and still shook her head, "It’s still not enough."

"You!" The gray-robed cultivator clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with blood, "Elder Sun! Don’t push me too far! I’ve given everything I have, what more do you want? My life? If you have the courage, come and take it!!"

"Calm down, calm down." Sun Lingtong took out a Ghost Dao Golden Core, "Here, take it."

He simply handed it over, letting it go.

The gray-robed cultivator instinctively reached out to catch it.

Sun Lingtong smiled, "It’s all yours."

The gray-robed cultivator was dumbfounded: ??!

Sun Lingtong laughed again, "Our business will continue."

The gray-robed cultivator trembled fiercely, as if bitten by a venomous snake in a vital area, "Please, please, take these back!!!"

He hurriedly tried to shove the Golden Core back to Sun Lingtong.

No more business deals.

Today, he fully realized Sun Lingtong’s prowess.

The Sun Elder before him was unfathomable!

Cannot provoke!

I don’t want any entanglements with you.

Sun Lingtong stepped back, of course not accepting it back.

The Ghost Dao Golden Core held in the palm felt icy to the touch, but the gray-robed cultivator felt like he was holding burning charcoal, way too hot to handle!

His gaze even revealed a pleading look, as if saying, "Please leave me be!"

How could that be possible?

"Little brother." Sun Lingtong patted the gray-robed cultivator’s shoulder, a friendly smile causing his body to tremble once more.

"We need to settle our accounts clearly."

"The things I’ve accepted merely compensate for your unfulfilled promises. Since I’ve accepted them, it means I’ve agreed."

"Nonetheless, our business must continue."

The gray-robed cultivator opened his mouth to speak.

Sun Lingtong directly waved his hand, "Next, I won’t insist you acquire Qin De’s soul. In fact, I’m only asking for a Confucian Cultivator’s soul, recall carefully, isn’t that right?"

The gray-robed cultivator was momentarily stunned, then nodded, "Indeed that’s true. But the content of our Divine Contract does concern Qin De."

Sun Lingtong spread his hands, "That’s not my fault. It was you who actively set it at the time of signing the Divine Contract. You had confidence, and I trusted you."

Bang bang bang. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

The gray-robed cultivator immediately beat his head with his fists.

Regret.

He regretted it so much!

"Wait, I remember when signing the Divine Contract, Elder Sun, your attitude was quite forceful..." The gray-robed cultivator tried to recall.

Sun Lingtong interrupted again, "Don’t dwell on past matters, they don’t matter."

"What matters is, I do not plan on terminating the Divine Contract. What can you do to me?"

The gray-robed cultivator slightly opened his mouth, staring blankly at Sun Lingtong, with anger but more helplessness and discouragement.

"The Divine Contract will remain intact." Sun Lingtong said slowly, "I’ve always been interested in acquiring souls. You see, you’ve done very well in this business."

The gray-robed cultivator’s heart turned cold as he deeply scrutinized the old man before him.

Not a good person!

Most buyers generally purchase one or two at a time, but this old cultivator here buys a batch, consecutively rounding up all his stock.

What good person could such a cultivator be?

Certainly, a Great Demon Cultivator who uses souls to cultivate!

"I do things my way." Sun Lingtong said flatly, "You broke the covenant first, compensation must be made. Yet I never act overly aggressive. As for our business, I’ve decided to do it."

"The Divine Contract remains, just as a form of insurance."

"You should understand what I mean."

Sun Lingtong firmly held onto the initiative.

"Elder Sun..." The gray-robed cultivator opened his mouth, wanting to negotiate.

"Shut up." Sun Lingtong’s expression turned more indifferent, almost emotionless, "Let me see your goods this time."

The gray-robed cultivator was frozen for a few breaths, only then exhaling a heavy breath, his expression numb, devoid of vitality, "Please have a look, Elder."

Sun Lingtong swept his Divine Sense over the numerous pottery jars, his tone surprised, "There are actually Nascent Soul-level souls?"