Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 589 - Soul Stone

Chapter 589: Chapter 589 Soul Stone

Chapter 589 -589 Soul Stone

Tang Tianshi was not at all afraid of owing Feng Jun a favor, as such a powerful figure would likely require only the handling of trivial matters.

Even if it was a major issue, Maoshan would not be afraid—could there be anything bigger than a Spirit Stone?

After discussing these matters, Tang Tianshi made an ungracious request, hoping Feng Jun would return most of the supplies to the Ancestral Tablet.

Of course, they didn’t need to speak of the rice, cotton quilts, and cold weapons. Out of the one hundred and twenty jars of restorative liquor, sixty were given to Feng Jun, leaving ten behind, with the remaining fifty restored to the Ancestral Tablet.

In the words of Tang Wangsun, “Our ancestors left us good things, and I, a Tang, cannot drain the pond to get all the fish. I lack the capability of our sect’s reviving patriarch to create more wealth, but I also can’t squander the good things and bring disaster upon them.”

Four Spirit Stones were also returned to the Ancestral Tablet, keeping only the one with the least Spiritual Energy.

Talismans, Natural Treasures, and such were all dealt with in the same manner.

It must be said that, although Tang Wangsun was no conqueror, he still possessed a cautious mentality for safeguarding the sect’s base.

That horsetail whisk, however, was kept, and Tang Tianshi was delighted to say that Maoshan finally had a powerful Magic Artifact again.

However, to Feng Jun, this item hardly qualified as a Magic Artifact, but the good point was that people with a lower Cultivation Level could also use it.

It’s just that, if someone with inadequate Cultivation Level forced themselves to use it, they would need to find a place of exceptional natural energy to nurture the horsetail whisk for a while afterward.

The last item was the Soul Stone, which Feng Jun, without any hesitation, said, “I want this stone, name your price.”

Tang Wangsun hesitated for a moment, then with a bitter smile replied, “I… I really can’t name a price for this.”

“That’s not very interesting,” said Feng Jun, displeased. “I’ve helped Maoshan so much and haven’t quibbled over anything with you… even now, I want to buy from you. Is it so hard to set a price?”

Tang Wangsun continued with a bitter smile, “To be honest with Senior, our reviving patriarch fell because of a struggle over this Stone of Fate.”

Feng Jun frowned, “Stone of Fate… what kind of name is that?”

“I don’t know,” Tang Wangsun responded with a blank shake of his head. “As for the mystery of this stone, probably only Senior and our patriarch are clear, he said the stone interferes with fate and could not be spoken of openly; later, when others came demanding it, he… perished alongside his enemy.”

Feng Jun shook his head, half amused and half bewildered, “The problem is… you can’t really use this thing.”

Tang Wangsun knew in his heart this was certainly a high-end good, perhaps only useful for those who had transcended the mortal realm.

He expressed with difficulty, “If it were any other item, we could negotiate a transaction, but… the patriarch perished because of it.”

Feng Jun laughed, “That’s only one aspect, right? Do you think… Maoshan will eventually produce an incredibly talented person?”

Tang Wangsun smiled awkwardly, “What Senior has said… is also one of the reasons, Maoshan may be weak, but that doesn’t mean it can’t rejuvenate.”

Even a small sect should have grand aspirations. Now that the relics of the patriarch have been unearthed, Maoshan’s future prosperity is anticipated. At such a time, how could he be willing to trade away the sect’s treasures?

Feng Jun grew a bit impatient, “Maoshan won’t be able to use this thing. Let’s put it this way… even if your reviving patriarch were reborn, he wouldn’t be able to use it. He wouldn’t even know how to.”

Tang Wangsun’s eyes darted about as he clasped his hands together, “I pray Senior Feng enlighten me.”

“I can’t tell you,” Feng Jun shook his head, “since you’re unwilling to trade. Then I’ll ask for the next best thing, the origin of this item. That surely can’t be a secret, right?”

Tang Wangsun faltered, speaking hesitantly, “This item… this item came from the enemy of our patriarch.”

Feng Jun smiled meaningfully, having been a top student himself, interpreting reading comprehension was no problem at all.

Enemies and such, just take it as it’s said, no need to take it seriously. Even if it were true, so what?

He released a subtle aura that suggested, “So it was plundered… and then you tell me, this is a treasure of your sect… am I too agreeable?”

As the master of Maoshan with average Cultivation Level, stronger than most people and particularly sensitive to energy, Tang Wangsun felt cold sweat form on his forehead. Astonished by the other’s Cultivation Level, he also ruefully thought: you’re pressuring me, a minor character; what’s the point?

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But he had no choice; the other had said that the Stone of Fate could be passed over—just tell me the location and I’ll find it myself.

But he dared not randomly point out a location or fabricate a story, as that could bring great trouble if detected by the other party.

On the other hand, telling the truth gave the other leverage.

After hesitating for a long time, the only thing he could do was to smile wryly, “Please set a price, Senior.”

“I won’t set the price,” Feng Jun waved his hand dismissively, speaking indifferently, “all evening, it has been me setting the prices. Now it’s your turn!”

Truthfully, he couldn’t set a price. Such a Soul Stone, in the Earth Plane, he couldn’t afford it at all—probably wouldn’t even have the courage to inquire about the price.

On the Earth Plane, he could drive down the price, make a killing across planes; for him, that was business as usual.

But seeing these Cultivators in such a state, he genuinely didn’t have the heart to proceed, and if he were to be exposed in the future, he would feel it beneath his dignity—an unbecoming act for a superior being.

So he had made up his mind, not only to secure the stone for himself, but also to have the other party set the price—If you quote too low, you can’t blame me.

Upon hearing this, Tang Wangsun was out of options. In previous negotiations, for him to maintain the initiative, he always asked the other party to make the offer—If you set a high price, we can ask for it to be lowered, if you set it too low, we profit.

It was a clever ploy in negotiations and quite effective indeed.

But he hadn’t realized that Feng Jun had been proactively quoting not because he didn’t understand these tactics, but because he couldn’t be bothered to haggle.

Now, Feng Jun had deftly flipped the script with the approach of “using their own tricks against them,” and Tang Wangsun found himself blindsided. At this most critical juncture, discussing this major deal, why on earth did you let me do the pricing?

He really wanted to refuse, but… there was no way he could.

The fact that he was a Great Cultivator extended courtesy, that was a grace. Should he become too presumptuous, the consequences were well known.

After all, did Great Cultivators not turn hostile? Many were now aware of the deeds of the founding master during the revival—Great Cultivators must not be provoked!

Hesitating for a moment, Tang Wangsun braced himself and spoke up, “I really don’t know how to price it.”

Feng Jun took out a cigarette to light up and said nothing, merely watching him calmly.

Just then, Tang Wenji suddenly spoke up, “A Great Cultivator like Senior Feng must surely not be short of Spirit Stones, right?”

Feng Jun sighed silently in his heart: I knew it, if I didn’t force Maoshan to give me Spirit Stones, you would come up with other ideas.

This was what he had always tried to avoid, much like many wealthy people pretend to be poor—If you don’t pretend to be poor, others will guess you’re rich.

But in the end, pity took over, and now they probably thought Senior Feng must have plenty of Spirit Stones.

Just then, Sister Hong spoke up, a veteran of the business world, “Whether the master has Spirit Stones is his business, how you quote is your business.”

Tang Wenji ignored her words as if she hadn’t heard them at all, still focused on Feng Jun, “Can we trade this Stone of Fate for Spirit Stones? You know, Senior, such things can only be traded with Spirit Stones.”

Feng Jun raised his hand and gestured dismissively at her, “Don’t overthink it, just quote a price.”

Tang Wenji’s eyes flickered, “Then we want thirty… fifty Spirit Stones! Ones that haven’t been used!”

Before Feng Jun could speak, Zhang Caixin couldn’t help but interject, “Your Maoshan founding master left behind only four used Spirit Stones, and now you’re asking Master Feng for fifty? Isn’t that a bit too much?”

Tang Wenji’s retort was slick, “I don’t think it’s excessive at all. In the eyes of Senior Feng… our Maoshan founding master seems quite ordinary. Therefore, something that Senior Feng values must certainly be more precious.”

Zhang Caixin knew Feng Jun had Spirit Stones and had even given one to Director Mei, but today’s scenario deeply enlightened her on how much frenzy a single Spirit Stone could stir up.

She had always been under Feng Jun’s protection during her cultivation and lacked a direct understanding of many cultivation resources, especially since some considerable resources had no reference point on Earth, making it naturally impossible to discuss their prices.

However, witnessing today’s events gave her a rough idea of the value of Spirit Stones.

So she answered decisively, “Of course, something that the master favors is more valuable, and we are indeed not short of Spirit Stones. But… not being short of Spirit Stones is one thing, whether to accept extortion is quite another!”

Well, she had just defined the other party’s offer as extortion.

Tang Wenji wasn’t intimidated, quite the contrary, her fighting spirit flared upon seeing the girl who was slightly more beautiful than herself, “Whether it’s extortion or not isn’t for you to say… Miss, I’m not belittling you, but do you know how precious the Stone of Fate is?”

“Of course, I do,” Zhang Caixin covered her mouth and chuckled lightly, “I also know… that this Stone of Fate is incorrectly named.”

She knew nothing, but she was very aware that the other side wanted to provoke her into revealing the truth with reverse psychology, so she was rather indignant—Do I look like an idiot?

Feeling aggrieved, she decided to set a trap for them—Feng Jun’s expression just now suggested that the Stone of Fate was misnamed.

But Tang Wenji, known as the Little Celestial Master, a girl who had domineered over the insubordinates within Maoshan, was not so easily dealt with. She chuckled, “So you don’t know what it’s called either.”

Zhang Caixin’s almond eyes widened, “If I knew what the Stone of Fate should be called, would you sell it to me for five Spirit Stones?”

“Five Spirit Stones, how could that be possible?” Tang Wenji laughed softly again, “Fifty Spirit Stones, cash on delivery.”

Zhang Caixin couldn’t help but glance at Feng Jun.

Seeing him leisurely smoking, she began to speculate, “Are you sure it’s, fifty Spirit Stones?”

Damn, Tang Wenji was dumbfounded again, did I… quote too low?

Truth be told, her price was not low by any standard—search the entire Earth Plane, and no one would dare to quote higher.

Of course, this price did not match the actual value of the Soul Stone.

She looked at Feng Jun and cautiously added, “Cash on delivery, remember.”

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