I Just Want to Cultivate Quietly and Farm

Chapter 494 - 280: Dragon Scale Ancient Sword

The afterglow of the sunset casts over the bustling market, with people coming and going. Amidst the vibrant bazaar, at an inconspicuous stall, an elderly man with a white beard and hair had laid out a collection of ancient artifacts, numbering in the dozens—bells, cauldrons, swords, and even a sacrificial staff akin to withered wood.

These ancient artifacts all emitted a peculiar, mystical aura, catching the eyes of passing cultivators who stopped to have a look. Each of these ancient artifacts was extraordinary, with a rustic and timeworn presence, imbued with a wondrous fluctuation of spiritual power, clearly treasures that had undergone the baptism of centuries.

"Boss, where did you dig up these ancient artifacts, and how much are they!"

"These ancient artifacts must have been through millennia! Can they still be used?"

"Boss, how much is that Dragon Scale Sword, I want it!"

"Fellow Daoist, I saw this sword first, ..."

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The small stall was bustling incessantly, surrounded by layers of cultivators in heated discussion over one particularly eye-catching treasure that incited rivalry among them.

The body of that ancient sword was inlaid with scales of a dragon, and its hilt was crafted into a dragon’s head, seemingly carved from the bone of a True Spirit. Placed at the front of the stall, the ancient sword was enveloped in Dragon Qi, exuding a faint dragon’s might, shining brightly.

Li Mu gave a soft shout, bringing Xue’Er along with him, forcibly squeezing into the crowd.

Under the insight of his Innate Divine Power - Recognition of Ten Thousand Spirits, the multitude of ancient artifacts and spiritual objects at the scene, along with their status and attributes, were unveiled before his eyes.

At this moment, the eyes of the hundreds of cultivators watching the stall were all fixated on that Dragon Scale Ancient Sword. It was a Tier Six Spirit Sword, and even after the baptism of endless ages, the spiritual energy on the sword’s body remained as fresh as ever, drawing in everyone at the scene.

The sword was well-maintained, with a potential to return to the ranks of Tier Seven Dao Artifacts, an extremely powerful ancient spiritual sword. However, this Dragon Scale Ancient Sword failed to attract Li Mu’s attention.

His gaze fell on another ancient, ordinary-looking artifact—a sacrificial staff dried and withered like an ordinary tree root. It lacked any splendid decoration or formidable spiritual energy, yet it possessed a unique charm.

Under the power of his Innate Divine Power - Recognition of Ten Thousand Spirits, its full attributes were revealed.

A slight smile appeared on Li Mu’s face; he was determined to obtain this spiritual object.

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At this moment, a cultivator in a purple robe emerged from the crowd, notably a Divinity Transformation powerhouse. The purple robe was embroidered with the character for Ji, evidently a member of the Ji Family.

"How much is this sword?" The purple-robed cultivator looked at the stall owner, then at the Dragon Scale Ancient Sword, and went straight to the point.

The stall owner glanced up at him, going for an outlandish price as he said, "This sword, one hundred thousand Upper Spirits!"

As soon as he said this, a burst of commotion arose around. To them, ordinary cultivators, one hundred thousand Upper Spirits was an astronomical figure, yet the purple-robed cultivator didn’t care, giving the ancient sword a deep look, and said, "I’ll take it."

As soon as he spoke, the surrounding cultivators were immediately stirred, naturally displeased that a cherished item was being purchased by someone else. However, the purple-robed cultivator was unafraid, as his formidable aura directly suppressed everyone at the scene.

The purple-robed elder looked at the owner with profound meaning and said, "Let me inspect the merchandise first."

The stall owner smiled slightly, picked up the ancient sword, and gave it a light swing, sending out a dragon-shaped True Qi that pierced through the air straight to the clouds.

In front of the stall, all the cultivators immediately fell silent, their eyes filled with envy and desire.

The purple-robed cultivator nodded in satisfaction, pulling out a storage bracelet and tossing it directly to the elder.

Quickly, under the watch of the cultivators, the stall elder and the purple-robed cultivator concluded their transaction, allowing the purple-robed one to take the Dragon Scale Ancient Sword and gracefully depart without any further incidents.

Many cultivators cast unfriendly glances at the stall elder, considering the elderly man was only at the Early Stage of Nascent Soul cultivation, yet was carrying a storage bracelet with ten thousand Upper Spirits!

However, the elder ignored them as if he had some reliance, continuing to sell spiritual objects without fear.

The most precious Dragon Scale Ancient Sword had already been purchased, leaving the remaining ancient artifacts bereft of spiritual energy and of very low value, leaving few interested buyers. Those who attempted to inquire about prices were scared off by the elder’s outrageous quotes.

Apart from some ill-intentioned onlookers, the crowds that once surrounded the elder’s stall began to thin out gradually.

"Sir, there’s nothing more to see, let’s go too!" Xue’Er whispered in Li Mu’s ear, sensing the ill intentions around them, making the stall quite dull once the ancient sword was sold.

"Let’s wait a bit, I find a few of these ancient artifacts quite interesting." Li Mu smiled and shook his head, his gaze sweeping over the stall at the ancient artifacts, as his Innate Divine Power - Recognition of Ten Thousand Spirits was activated, the attributes of all the spiritual objects once again coming into view.

"Sir, I want all your ancient artifacts, could you give me a discount?" Li Mu stepped forward, looking at the stall owner with a gleam of audacity.

"You want them all? Are you sure?" The elder looked up in surprise, his time-weathered eyes fixed on Li Mu as he asked in astonishment.

"Yes, I want them all," Li Mu nodded with a smile, affirming resolutely.

The onlookers around turned their eyes towards him.

The elder pondered for a moment, then offered a price: "If you want them all, I’ll give you a price of five thousand Upper Spirits per piece, a total of twenty-five pieces, so twelve thousand Upper Spirits will let you take them all!"

Hearing this offer, Li Mu couldn’t help but chuckle. The old man had taken him for a clueless fat pig to be slaughtered.

The tiers of those ancient artifacts varied, ranging from Tier Four to Tier Six, but their spiritual energy had been worn down over the long years, leaving only faint traces behind. Their power was now far less than a tenth or a half of their original might, their value hardly comparable even to newly refined spiritual artifacts.

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