Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now!-Chapter 985 - 290: [Black Market, Black Scheme] (6000)_3

Chapter 985: Chapter 290: [Black Market, Black Scheme] (6000)_3

After speaking, he set down the pestle and two small items, shook his head, and said, "Forget it, let’s skip this one."

He tugged Yun Zhao and started to walk away.

After taking two steps, the stall owner sighed helplessly, "Please wait, sir."

Looking at the items on the table, he hesitated slightly and said, "Alright, let me throw in something extra for you."

Chen Yan then turned back, hesitated for a moment, "Just one extra item?"

"Yes, just one. I’m about to pack up the stall and go have a drink. You are my last customer of the day."

Chen Yan nodded, "Alright, then I’ll take this copper plaque."

He picked up the copper plaque.

The stall owner shook his head, "No, no, this copper plaque is worth ten coins on its own."

He pointed at the battered copper mirror, "This, I’ll throw this in for you."

Chen Yan showed some reluctance but picked up the copper mirror, examined it repeatedly, hesitated for a few moments, then sighed, "Alright, this thing... I’ll take it home and polish it a bit, it’ll barely pass as a decoration."

After speaking, he casually tossed the copper mirror onto the table, then took out money, counted it twice carefully, and handed thirty coins to the stall owner.

He picked up the pestle afterwards, wrapped it carefully with a piece of cloth, and stored it in the Storage Jade Pendant.

As for the worn-out copper mirror, Chen Yan casually put it in his pocket, treating it as if it were nothing significant.

After completing all this, Chen Yan greeted the stall owner with a hand gesture, "Wish you a booming business!"

The stall owner reciprocated the gesture, "Farewell!"

After exchanging a glance, Chen Yan turned away.

At the same time, both of them silently thought to themselves:

Fool!

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After walking more than a hundred steps, Yun Zhao leaned in closer, whispered, "Junior Brother Shanhe, did you get a treasure?"

Chen Yan glanced at Yun Zhao and sighed inwardly.

This one’s the real fool, the classic type with more money than sense.

If it wasn’t for my timely reminder earlier, he nearly ruined the good deal.

Thinking this, he smiled and said, "I just got a small bargain, that’s all." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"Is there something special about that mirror?"

"Hmm, it’s probably worth about twenty to thirty coins."

Upon hearing this, Yun Zhao lost interest—twenty to thirty coins were trivial to him.

After taking a few more steps together, Chen Yan suddenly shook his head and said, "This won’t do; we should split up."

"Ah? Why is that?"

Chen Yan squinted and smiled at Yun Zhao, "Your attire screams wealth."

He pointed at Yun Zhao’s outfit.

This Eldest Young Master Yun wore a wide-sleeved long robe, embellished with gold and silver thread and embroidered patterns.

Furthermore, around his waist hung a dark-green jade belt, clearly inscribed with a Dust-Avoidance Array.

The starting point for an outfit like this is over a hundred coins! At least, that’s what Chen Yan estimated, especially with that Dust-Avoidance Spell jade belt; he couldn’t even guess its price.

To those in the marketplace, he’s practically a walking pile of money!

Walking alongside him, hoping to buy something, the stall vendors seeing Eldest Young Master Yun’s attire would definitely raise their prices outrageously.

In the previous bargain, if Yun Zhao hadn’t been there, the pestle would surely have been secured for twenty coins.

But seeing Yun Zhao’s affluent attire, the stall owner aimed to overcharge by sticking firmly to thirty coins.

And yet, the stall owner still made a profit, albeit grudgingly!

Yun Zhao helplessly slapped his forehead upon hearing Chen Yan’s opinion, "You’re right, Junior Brother Shanhe. I just came out for a stroll, found such a good spot, and felt too lazy to go back and change clothes."

Chen Yan sighed, confirming that the Young Master was indeed a rich kid, going back home just to change clothes?

If it were him, he’d find a secluded spot, take off his outerwear, and put on new ones.

Nonetheless, since Chen Yan proposed it, Yun Zhao agreed with a smile and a nod to separate paths.

Chen Yan glanced at Yun Zhao, then headed off alone in another direction. After walking a few steps, suddenly a stall vendor nearby called out softly to him.

"Dear customer, come have a look, I have good stuff."

Chen Yan’s interest was piqued, and he glanced at the stall.

On the table were several wooden boxes, of various sizes, neatly arranged, and a stick of incense was burning on the table!

Upon smelling the incense, Chen Yan’s heart skipped a beat!

This was Qingping Incense!

Specifically used to...

dissolve and mask the scent of Evil Blood!

Chen Yan thought for a moment, approached the stall, and scrutinized the vendor.

This man, tall and robust, did not look like someone from the Ghost Race, yet wore their attire — clearly a foreigner.

Chen Yan didn’t ask about the goods, instead coldly said, "Why didn’t you call others, only me?"

The vendor smiled faintly, "Goods are only sold to those destined. It’s pointless to show them to those who can’t recognize their worth."

Then he whispered to Chen Yan, "You carry Evil Qi; clearly seen more than most, unlike your companion earlier, who was like a chick. That’s why I called you, not him."

Chen Yan quietly stayed alert, glanced around, and slowly asked, "What good stuff do you have?"

The vendor tapped the stack of boxes in front of him, the topmost one, and calmly said, "No need for words, see for yourself."

Chen Yan nodded and leaned in closer.

The vendor lifted the Qingping Incense from the table and held it near the box’s opening, then slowly opened the box...

As soon as the box was opened, Chen Yan’s eyes sharpened!

Even though the Qingping Incense was dissolving and masking, the box still released a faint, unerasable scent of Evil Blood directly at him.