The Clan Master Can’t possibly Be A Mortal - Chapter 210:

Chapter 210: Chapter 210: The True Identity of the Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion, Longwu City

Ye Feng moved quickly.

From Misty Peak to Beacon Fire City, it took only a quarter of an hour.

“Oh, it’s actually Sect Master Ye, your presence really graces my humble shop!”

Seeing Ye Feng, the Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion said with a beaming smile, “Right, a few days ago Sect Master Ye’s senior disciple sold a batch of Spiritual Artifacts here, of excellent quality. I would like to purchase another batch, what do you think, Sect Master Ye?”

“I’m here to sell Spiritual Artifacts.” Ye Feng threw thirty Middle Grade Spiritual Artifacts onto the table, “Give me a price!”

“So many!” The breath of the Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion hitched.

He picked up a Spiritual Artifact and began to appraise it.

“This is a half-foot-long Flying Sword, thin as cicada’s wings, finely crafted, with Array Patterns that seem naturally formed, seemingly able to enlarge like the Breeze-riding Sword when used, it can be sold for at least two hundred Lower Grade Spirit Stones.”

“This is a Long Spear, hollow, but very sturdy, with special amplifying runes, becoming extremely sharp, good at thrusting, the selling price is around one hundred and eighty Lower Grade Spirit Stones.”

…

In less than a quarter of an hour, the Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion completed the inspection.

“Thirty Lower Grade Spiritual Artifacts, for a total of five thousand eight hundred Lower Grade Spirit Stones, what do you think, Sect Master Ye?”

This was the highest price that the Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion could offer.

Any higher, and he wouldn’t make half the profit when he resold them…

“Make it round, six thousand pieces, and they must be Middle Grade Spirit Stones,” Ye Feng stated his demand.

“Uh… Okay!” The Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion feigned difficulty, but agreed after a moment.

“I also have higher quality Spiritual Artifacts.” With that, Ye Feng took out a Middle Grade Spirit Sword about a foot long and placed it on the table.

Clang!

A crisp sword chant erupted, startling the Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion, who gasped in shock and excitement as he held the Spirit Sword and exclaimed, “This is a Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact, how could Sect Master Ye bear to part with it?”

“This Sect Master… is short on cash!” Ye Feng’s face reddened.

“Short on cash?” The Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion let out a chuckle, then suddenly asked in all seriousness, “Can Sect Master Ye trust me?”

Faced with this somewhat abrupt question, Ye Feng asked in surprise, “What do you mean, Store Owner?”

“If you want to sell this Middle Grade Spirit Sword for the highest price, my suggestion is to do it through an auction,” said the Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion.

“Auction? How much will it probably fetch?” Ye Feng didn’t care about the method, he was only concerned about the price.

“This Middle Grade Spirit Sword of Sect Master Ye is finely crafted and of excellent quality, top-notch among all Middle Grade Spiritual Artifacts. Once successfully auctioned, the final price should be at least five thousand Spirit Stones,” estimated the Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion.

“That high?” Ye Feng raised an eyebrow.

An average Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact could sell for two thousand Spirit Stones, but this Spirit Sword’s price was more than double, selling two would be enough to get an Upper Grade Spirit Stone.

“Alright, where is the auction?” Ye Feng became interested.

“My hometown, also hundreds of miles away, is Longwu City, right next to the Yunhua Sect,” said the Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion with a cheery expression. “Not to hide from you, I am actually the son of the Pavilion Master from the ‘Treasure Pavilion’ trade association.”

“Longwu City, Treasure Pavilion!”

Ye Feng searched his memory for information about this city and found that Longwu City was not a Star-Level City, but had several people in the Element Gathering Realm sitting in it.

And the Treasure Pavilion mentioned by the Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion was a local business in Longwu City with a good reputation, producing Spiritual Artifacts, Formations, and Elixirs of quite decent quality.

“So you’re the Young Pavilion Master of the Treasure Pavilion, no wonder my friend has so many treasures and could open a Wuxuan Pavilion in Beacon Fire City that never closes,” Ye Feng showed a look of sudden realization.

“Hehe, just some small-scale business dealings.” The Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion tore off his facade and revealed his true appearance.

He was a lean, fair-skinned young man with slightly prominent cheekbones, completely different from his previous appearance, his eyes twinkling with a bright intelligence, as if two big characters were written on his forehead.

Swindler!

“My real name is ‘Jiang Xinyu.’”

The Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion grinned, revealing eight big white teeth, appearing somewhat silly and highly deceptive.

“Jiang Xinyu… Trustworthy?” Ye Feng coughed, unsure of what to say, and changed the subject, “When do we depart, Brother Jiang?”

“Anytime,” Jiang Xinyu said.

“Then let’s set off tomorrow morning,” Ye Feng replied.

Hearing that Longwu City was adjacent to the Yunhua Sect, he thought about his own plans to study the details of raising the sect’s level at the Yunhua Sect, and that it would be convenient to combine this with the trip to the auction.

“I am at your service anytime,” Jiang Xinyu nodded.

Ye Feng put away the middle-grade Spirit Sword, sold those thirty lower-grade Spiritual Artifacts, and gained sixty middle-grade Spirit Stones.

After that, he left Wuxuan Pavilion.

…

At the peak of Misty Peak.

“Tomorrow, we will be visiting the Yunhua Sect, and on the way, we will also attend an auction at treasure Pavilion in Longwu City. Whoever wants to come should sign up quickly,” Ye Feng announced to his disciples from the roof of the Sect Leader’s Great Hall.

“I’ll go!”

All disciples raised their hands.

Brother Flathead was even more exaggerated, raising both hands and feet.

“Alright then, everyone except for the Thousand-Year Ancient Pine and the Squirrel Legion should prepare. We’ll set off early tomorrow morning to observe and learn,” Ye Feng concluded, and then he went to sleep.

…

The next morning.

Ye Feng sat in the Spirit Boat, with disciples behind him and some sitting on the backs of the Iron Claw Dragon Eagles. Brother Flathead lay prone, flying ahead as the lookout.

Mo Ying sat at the back of the Spirit Boat, in charge of covering the rear.

Above Beacon Fire City.

“Sect Master Ye, you’ve arrived really early. This is my Divine Wind Boat. Please come aboard,” the Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion, Jiang Xinyu, stood on a twenty-meter-long, five-meter-wide, and ten-meter-tall double-deck flying wooden boat, bowing his hand toward Ye Feng and his group.

Ye Feng looked down at the Spirit Boat under him, and then at Jiang Xinyu’s Divine Wind Boat, feeling suddenly poor in comparison.

“What a beautiful Divine Wind Boat!”

After boarding the deck of the Divine Wind Boat, the disciples of the Misty Sect inspected it and found that the main material was Millennium Hardwood, comparable to a lower-grade Spiritual Artifact. The boat was light and its speed was more than twice that of an ordinary Spirit Boat.

“Once I have money, I will definitely buy one,” Ye Feng declared, standing at the bow, complaining to Jiang Xinyu beside him.

“The Divine Wind Boat isn’t expensive, just 6,666 lower-grade Spirit Stones. And you can’t haggle the price. The number’s homophonic pattern ‘6666’ means smooth sailing,” Jiang Xinyu patiently explained.

“Damn, even for a plant, that’s pricey!” Ye Feng muttered under his breath.

He turned back, looked at the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle squatting at the stern, stroked his chin, and thought to himself that he must train it into a Demon General.

By then, his travel would be quite impressive.

The Divine Wind Boat was very fast.

By midday, they had already reached the skies above a massive city spanning about thirty miles in both length and width, and they landed directly in the city center.

“I forgot to mention, Sect Master Ye, my father, Jiang Youqian, is not only the Pavilion Master of treasure Pavilion but also the City Lord of Longwu City,” Jiang Xinyu informed Ye Feng as he stood next to him.

Ye Feng was speechless.

This father and son, one homophonically ‘faithful’ and the other ‘rich,’ were indeed very wealthy, which was really something!

“Sect Master Ye, I sent out the message yesterday claiming there would be an extraordinary middle-grade Spiritual Artifact for auction, so there should be quite a few Sect Leaders from star-level sects coming to the auction. The final price is sure to be high,” Jiang Xinyu smiled confidently.

“You’ve really prepared thoroughly, my friend,” Ye Feng complimented.

As the Divine Wind Boat stopped in front of the luxurious grand hall of the City Lord’s Mansion, dozens of maids and guards immediately surrounded them, bowing in unison and saying:

“Welcome back, Young City Lord, the luncheon is ready.”

“Good, well done!” Jiang Xinyu was pleased, leading Ye Feng and the others down from the Divine Wind Boat and headed straight to the banquet hall not far away.