Chapter 178 The Bad Guy Appears

The so-called free exchange means that the monks personally go on stage to promote the items they want to sell.

You can directly exchange for spirit stones, or you can barter items, but it is no longer an auction-style where the highest bidder wins, but instead another bidding method is used.

Experienced monks will conduct appraisals before the items go on stage at the secret market, and charge each seller ten spirit stones for appraisal and handling fees. After confirming that the items are of worthy value, they can go on stage for display.

Free exchange is different from the previous formal auction. The monks who come on stage hold their own items in their hands. After the host gives a brief introduction to the items, they stand in a circle on the edge of the platform. Each time, there will be more than ten items for people to view and appreciate at the same time.

The other interested buyers will walk around the stone steps. When they see something they want, they will offer a price. Buyers can compete with each other, and ultimately the seller will make the final decision.

Mo Juren decided to take a look at the situation first, and then waited for the first round of monks participating in the free exchange to rush on stage.

But the things they took out were all kinds of strange and varied, which greatly expanded Mo Juren's knowledge.

"One hundred buckets of Gaoling spiritual soil, suitable for growing flowers and spiritual medicines, fully fertilized, ready to use as soon as you get it, and can be exchanged for elixirs or sold for spiritual stones!"

"One bottle of living souls contains seventy-seven souls. You can exchange them for various cold and yin-attributed materials, techniques, and elixirs. You can also exchange them for spirit stones!"

"One thousand pieces of intermediate-level talisman paper, made from fifty-year-old Seven-Star Grass, with an excellent success rate, in exchange for the blood of a second-level or higher spiritual beast!"

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"It's a mid-level magical tool that can be filled with liquid to prevent the loss of spiritual power. It's comparable to half a water and fire gourd. It only costs spiritual stones to exchange for spiritual stones!"

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After listening to the discussion, Mo Juren felt that only this bottle-shaped intermediate-level magic weapon was somewhat useful. It could store spiritual water, which might be needed in the future. So he moved in front of the man and wanted to take a closer look.

However, there were already several people negotiating with the auctioneer in front, and they were obviously also giving their bids to the seller.

Mo Juren waited for them to discuss it, but he saw the buyers in front of him all shaking their heads and leaving. He couldn't help but wonder, could it be that the seller asked for too high a price?

So when it was his turn to go forward, he saw that the seller was quite short and thin. He might have been dissatisfied with the people who came before him, so he said in a bad tone,
"My 'Yinjiang Bottle' can only store spiritual liquids, nothing else. It is a mid-level magical tool with a hundred times the storage space. If it suits you, you can name your price. If not, please ask the next person!"

When Mo Juren heard the voice, he thought that this person might be an old man with a scowl under his black clothes, so he folded his hands and said,
"Don't worry, fellow Daoist. If it can store spiritual fluid, this magic weapon is quite useful to me. However, the prices offered by the first few people seem to be not to your liking."

"I think it's better to do this. Fellow Daoist, name a price and make the final decision. If you accept it, I will buy it. If you don't accept it, I will turn around and leave. Is that okay?"

The little eyes under the black clothes looked around for a few times and asked doubtfully, "One price?"

Mo Juren said seriously, "One price!"

"Really a flat price?"

“It’s really a one-price deal.”

"Three hundred spirit stones!"

"One hundred and five."

"Deal! Here you go."

"..."

The old man's speed without thinking was so fast that Mo Juren stood there for a long time. He felt like he was the prey, and he could even see the old man's grin under his black clothes.

However, the price was acceptable, so Mo Juren took the "Drinking River Bottle" and probed into it with his magic power. He found that there was indeed a gray space inside, like a water cellar.

The entire bottle was made of brass, decorated with engraved wavy patterns, with a large belly and a small neck, and was round and about the length of a forearm. It looked pretty good, so he handed over the spirit stone silently without any further hesitation.

Fortunately, although this bottle is a storage device, when there is no liquid in the bottle, it can be put into the storage bag normally, so there is no need to hang the bottle around the waist like a drunkard.

After the successful transaction, Mo Juren turned to leave, but suddenly saw two familiar figures, who were the siblings of the Yan family.

Both of them were teenagers of about thirteen or fourteen years old, and were born from the same mother. They were of similar height and inseparable, so they were very easy to recognize.

The two of them didn't buy anything, but instead looked at the vendors standing there, whispering to each other,

"Does he look like a bad guy?" "No."

"Does she look like a bad person?" "No."

"The tiger-like stripes on the cubs sold by this person are obviously painted on. He is most likely a bad guy."

"Sister, please don't say anything nonsense, it will offend people... Sorry, sorry, she was just joking."

Mo Juren couldn't help but laugh when he saw this. It seemed that Yan Ling was really unwilling to give up and was determined to find the poisonous thing from the "bad guys".

In view of their persistence, Mo Juren decided to be the "bad guy" himself to let the youngsters from these two big families know what real badness is.

So when the next round of sellers was about to come on stage, Mo Juren took out two "Lingu Flowers" from his storage bag and ran over to queue up for identification.

The appraiser did not recognize the two spiritual herbs at first sight, so he asked Mo Juren, "What are these? How much do you want to pay for them?"

"Fellow Daoist, be careful. These are two extremely poisonous spiritual herbs. I don't know their names, so please give me an estimate of their price."

These two poisonous spiritual herbs were mutated from the wild mushroom flower. The so-called "spiritual mushroom flower" was just a name he gave himself, so he didn't say it out loud.

"Oh? Highly poisonous spiritual herbs? That's rare." The appraiser pondered for a moment and suggested, "I can only help you identify the grade of the spiritual object. As for the price, it's up to you."

"No problem. I'm ready to trade."

Then Mo Juren paid the appraisal fee of ten spirit stones. The appraiser used a special tool to appraise the spiritual power of the two poisonous spirit herbs and confirmed that they were second-level spiritual objects.

As the host called out, Mo Juren happily took the stage.

"Second-level spiritual objects, two extremely poisonous spiritual herbs. No reserve price, just looking for someone with whom I'm destined to meet, to make friends!"

Everyone was a little surprised by this way of selling. Usually, a level 2 spiritual item would be sold for at least 200 to 300 spiritual stones, but this person didn't even set a reserve price. Does that mean anyone has a chance to be the destined person?
For a moment, everyone looked over here, wanting to see what kind of sucker was so ridiculous that Mo Juren enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention.

Mo Juren glanced around the room calmly and soon spotted the two young men from the Yan family. They were like cats that smelled blood, and had already crowded to the front, looking ready to make a move.

As other people came up one after another, the host's voice fell, and the second free exchange began. This group of people couldn't wait to rush over to Mo Juren's side...

(End of this chapter)