Overriding the Heaven

"Impossible!" The fat cultivator gritted his teeth.    

The smile on her face had disappeared.    

Since the other party had seen through it, there was no need to continue pretending.    

"You won't lose out on eighty Spirit Stones. You still have some to earn, and I'm sincere in my desire to buy it." Chu Yan pointed to the Chinese fir, "It is true that this piece of wood has been struck by lightning, but only this piece of wood has been purified by lightning and fire, not even one-fifth of the wood."    

Chu Yan gestured a bit and continued: And this piece has already been dug out by you, so if I use it, I can only cut it off then, so the price is even more discounted. This Chinese fir market price is only 60 Spirit Stones, and I am buying it now, because of your good technique, why don't you think about it again?    

The other party had indeed seen through it — this was the fat cultivator's first reaction.    

Although he did not understand how his brilliant methods had been seen through, what filled his heart was not shock, but rather anger due to embarrassment.    

"Brat, breaking someone's money is like killing their parents. Are you sure you want to do this?" The fat cultivator said coldly.    

Chu Yan was not afraid of the other party.    

If this piece of Chinese fir cut off the unusable parts, Chu Yan would be quite satisfied with the piece that he could use to cultivate the perceptive eye.    

Furthermore, Chinese fir s were easy to find, but those that had been tempered by thunder and fire were not that common.    

Since Chu Yan had seen it at this time, naturally, there was no reason for him to let this opportunity slip away for no reason.    

"I'll say it again, I didn't cut off your money." Chu Yan looked at him, and there was a smile on his lips, "Sixty spirit stones, is the price of this Chinese fir, twenty spirit stones, is the price I personally admire your forging skills, and if you want to say something dishonest, it seems like you plan on tricking me first."    

The fat cultivator's expression changed before saying, "What do you mean? I didn't know you would come to my stall …"    

"Oh, I'm not talking about that." Chu Yan interrupted the other party's words and said unhurriedly, "I'm talking about the fellow who sold the books earlier."    

Before Chu Yan had finished speaking, the fat cultivator's expression immediately became ten times uglier than before.    

"You guys did well, even I was almost tricked. It seems like you guys are also veteran in scam." Chu Yan laughed, "I know that my face is very friendly, to the point that many people think that they can step on it. But today, I do not want to argue with you.    

The fatty's eyes suddenly narrowed into the size of a green bean. Waves of ominous glints flickered within.    

Although he didn't give Chu Yan a reply, the expression on his face was enough to explain everything.    

"Are you sure you don't want to sell it? "Alright then." Chu Yan cleared his throat, suddenly raised the Chinese fir in his hand and said loudly: "Everyone take a look -"    

"You!" The fat guy panicked.    

He never thought that Chu Yan would actually expose this matter.    

Although the bazaar was organized by rogue cultivators, there was a set of rules. For example, one could cheat, but if it was seen through, then the organizer would definitely punish them.    

After all, an itinerant cultivator's cultivation resources were hard to come by, and they were mixed with fish and dragons, all sorts of people. After all, an itinerant cultivator's cultivation resources were hard to come by, and they were mixed in, and there were all kinds of people.    

This was because whether it was this kind of market, trading center, or company, reputation was the most important.    

If your reputation is broken, who will come to your bazaar to trade?    

Without a deal, the market would collapse, how could the organizers earn the resources they needed?    

That was why, just like what this fat cultivator said, his actions now were like the organizers' road to wealth in Broken Water Bay's bazaar.    

Seeing that the gazes of the surrounding cultivators had been attracted over, the fat cultivator's face became pale. He hastily pounced forward, his body becoming like a huge round ball, jumping onto the stall and staring straight at Chu Yan: "Shut up! I admit defeat! "    

"Don't be so worried, you've earned this business." Chu Yan laughed.    

It was within his expectations that the other party would give in.    

After taking out eighty Spirit Stones and passing it to the fat cultivator, Chu Yan put away the Chinese fir under the angry gaze of the fat cultivator, and then continued to shop around the market.    

Not long after he arrived, he received one of the required materials. Chu Yan's mood immediately lightened by quite a bit.    

Although his main goal this time was to buy Lingzhi and Chinese fir, Chu Yan would still choose to buy some of the things he needed.    

However, Chu Yan felt that it was a pity. This bazaar was probably because the organizers and buyers were not cultivators of high cultivation realms, so although many things were sold here for curiosity, there were no truly valuable things.    

Many of the things that people would look at with surprise were actually just crudely made counterfeit goods. Others may find them, but it was impossible to deceive Chu Yan who had an astonishing divine sense.    

Even so, when it was almost noon, Chu Yan still spent a few spirit stones to purchase some of the materials needed to refine, set up the formation, and inscribe the inscription.    

Although these materials could be exchanged with the Shattered Star Pavilion, but because it was not very common, Chu Yan had prepared some in advance.    

After all, he didn't need to worry about spirit stones at the moment.    

When dusk approached, Chu Yan bought the Lingzhi that he needed with the naked eye.    

What was even better than his expectations was that this stalk of Ganoderma had reached a total of ninety-five years of age, and was twenty years older than what Chu Yan needed.    

The eye pattern that grew from the naked eye of this lingzhi mushroom was extremely close to one eyeball. Not only did it have similar textures, but it also had a concave feeling. It was not a simple pattern.    

This piece of Lingzhi was not any better than the mixed water from Chinese fir, it was a genuine good. In order to buy him, Chu Yan even spent a bit of effort to compete with others.    

In the end, Chu Yan relied on his wealth and arrogance to defeat his competitors, and bought this lingzhi root for two hundred and eighty spirit stones.    

This price was actually ten percent higher than the price of ninety-five Spirit Zoysia. It was about twenty-five Spirit Stones or so.    

On one hand, it was true that this stalk of Lingzhi was what he needed with the naked eye, and because it would take even longer than the seventy-five year period, it would be of greater help to him. On the other hand, it would be true that the market price of ninety-five portions of Lingzhi would be lower than this, but that would be on the premise that he could purchase it.    

Chu Yan didn't want to be the unlucky bastard who couldn't buy the materials he needed even with a spirit stone in his possession.    

Overall, the trip to the bazaar took quite a while.    

After meeting up with Jiang Panmeng, Chu Yan saw the other party's smiling expression, and easily guessed that the other party had also bought what he needed.    

What they needed to do next was to go to the North Cloud and prepare for their future there.    

However, just as they were about to leave the village market, they were stopped.