Immortal Reincarnation Tribulation

Chapter 213 Sea Silk

"You're joking, sir. I was referring to low-level demonic beasts, of course. If it were mid-level demonic beasts, it's hard to say who would capture whom," Du Fan said, raising an eyebrow.

"Haha, I was just saying that casually, fellow Daoist, please don't take it to heart."

The shop contains several earth-attribute talismans, which are somewhat effective against sea monsters, as well as several binding magic items. Activating the restrictions within them will easily trap a low-level monster in a short time.

Oh, besides that, our shop also has a material called sea silk. This silk is special in texture, exceptionally tough, and impervious to water and fire. If you have this in hand, and combine it with a cultivator's spells, capturing a monster of the same level shouldn't be a big problem.

Oh, right, the shop also has a prized possession, a magic array...

After chuckling, the old man in the green robe began to introduce everything to Du Fan with his eyes gleaming and spittle flying everywhere.

It wasn't until the time it takes to drink a cup of tea had passed that the old man paused, then smiled.

Whether it was due to his age or because he had spoken too much in one breath, he was slightly out of breath as he stood there, and even his face had become a little rosy.

"Please take out the sea silk you mentioned, sir, so I can take a look," Du Fan said after a moment's thought.

"Alright, fellow Daoist, please wait a moment." The old man's expression did not change much. After greeting the other party, he walked to a row of wooden shelves, flicked his sleeve, and immediately took down a palm-sized wooden box.

"Fellow Daoist, the contents of this box are a single strand of sea silk." The old man jogged back to Du Fan and handed him the wooden box with both hands.

"Hmm." Du Fan nodded noncommittally and took the wooden box.

To his slight surprise, this ordinary, even somewhat damaged box, with his current powerful divine sense, was easily deflected by his divine sense, and he was blocked from entering it even slightly.

Du Fan's heart skipped a beat. This showed that he could see the difference. With a flash of his eyes, he couldn't help but put aside his contempt for this simple cultivation shop.

He was now certain that this market was not as simple as it seemed. Don't be fooled by the fact that the shop owner was only a cultivator at the second level of Qi Refining. If he dared to commit murder and robbery here, he would be the one who died in the end.

Regardless of what Du Fan was thinking, his expression remained unchanged. He raised one hand and opened the lid of the wooden box.

The contents of the box were a white silk thread, about ten feet long, crystal clear, now coiled and curled up in a ball.

"Is this sea silk?"

Du Fan extended a finger and gently touched it, finding that the object was cold to the touch and somewhat sticky.

Although it was just a touch, he could feel the powerful force emanating from it. Even a low-grade magic weapon would be difficult to cut without using full magic power.

"Fellow Daoist, are you satisfied with this item?" Upon seeing this, the old man in the green robe immediately smiled broadly and spoke at the opportune moment.

"What's the price of this sea silk?" Du Fan closed the box again, turned his gaze back to the old man, and asked casually.

"Twenty spirit stones each." The old man in the green robe smiled slightly, held up two fingers, and quoted the price directly.

"Although this item is somewhat special, is it really worth twenty spirit stones for a mere half-finished material? Aren't you asking for too much?" Du Fan frowned, clearly dissatisfied with the price.

"Fellow Daoist, please calm down. This sea silk is definitely not the half-finished product you mentioned. When fighting against monsters of the same level, having this to help you will increase your chances of winning by as much as 30%."

Fellow Daoist, imagine this: if you could use sea silkworm silk to kill even a single demon beast and sell its demon core, the cost of buying the sea silkworm silk would be instantly recovered.

The old man didn't seem too surprised by Du Fan's words. As soon as Du Fan finished speaking, he smiled, cupped his hands in greeting, and, with great enthusiasm, began to guide him gently, his speech extremely fluent and skillful.

Judging from his appearance, this was clearly not the first time the old man had experienced such a situation, and he seemed to be handling it with ease.

"How many strands of this sea silk do you have in your shop?" Du Fan's expression darkened. He didn't dwell on the price for the time being, but instead asked about something else.

Upon hearing this, the old man in the green robe was taken aback at first, then his eyes flashed with a sharp light as he gave Du Fan a deep look. A completely different aura emanated from him.

However, a look of surprise and doubt quickly appeared on the old man's face. After a few breaths, he tentatively asked, "How much do you need, fellow Daoist?"

Du Fan naturally noticed the change in the other person's expression. His heart tightened, and he sensed something was wrong. His mind raced, and after a long while, he stared at the old man and asked, "Ten, is that right?"

Upon hearing this, a look of great disappointment appeared deep in the old man's eyes, and even his expression dimmed a bit, but he concealed it well and it was not easily noticed by others.

"Ten? Yes, yes, are you sure you want to buy them, fellow Daoist?" The old man in the green robe put on his usual street-smart demeanor again, a smile plastered on his face, and hurriedly spoke.

"What if... a hundred?" Du Fan steeled himself and asked directly. Rather than taking the risk ten times, he might as well gamble this time!

The old man in the green robe suddenly narrowed his eyes, a sharp light flashing in his eyes. His breathing became somewhat rapid. After a long while, he took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Fellow Daoist is indeed no ordinary person."

"Judging from your appearance, there shouldn't be any problem with this quantity of sea silk. If each strand of sea silk is sold for fifteen spirit stones, we can trade immediately. If not, I'll turn around and leave!"

Du Fan glanced at the other person, his expression calm, and spoke indifferently.

The old man in the green robe's eyes flickered, his brows furrowed. He didn't speak immediately, as if weighing the pros and cons. After a long while, he finally gritted his teeth and said:

"Since you trust our shop so much, it would be unreasonable for me not to show some sincerity. Very well, as you said, fifteen spirit stones!"

"Thank you very much then," Du Fan said with a slight smile and a cupped-hand salute.

"Fellow Daoist, please wait a moment." After giving Du Fan a deep look, the old man in the green robe turned and walked into the inner room, leaving Du Fan alone in the hall. The old man seemed to have no concern whatsoever about the many items in the hall.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the old man in the green robe came to Du Fan again, this time with a gray storage bag in his hand.

"Fellow Daoist, there are a hundred strands of sea silkworm silk in this storage bag. Take a look at it first. If there are no problems, this storage bag will be given to you." The old man in the green robe flicked his wrist, and with a flash of gray light, it shot into the space in front of Du Fan.

Du Fan's expression shifted, and with a flick of his arm, he grabbed it into his hand. He then instantly opened the bag and swept it in with his divine sense.

"No problem, here are fifteen mid-grade spirit stones, please accept them." Du Fan breathed a sigh of relief, and with a flick of his wrist, he quickly put the item in his hand into his storage bag. At the same time, he took out fifteen mid-grade spirit stones and tossed them to the other party.

"By the way, I am Song Yuanzi. May I ask your name, friend?" Seeing that the other party intended to leave, the old man in the green robe was anxious and took a step forward, clasped his hands and spoke.

"What do you mean by this?" Du Fan asked in a deep voice, a cold glint in his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist, please don't misunderstand. Anyone else would want to befriend someone like you, and I am no exception. Please listen to what I have to say first."

Although this market is not large, every shop in it has a significant background and history. The forces behind these shops are deeply entrenched and extremely complex. To be honest, my shop belongs to one of these forces.

"Actually, the goods in all the shops and markets on Crescent Island are pretty much the same, so there's really no need for you to take so many risks, Fellow Daoist." The old man in the green robe spoke slowly, and after he finished speaking, he gave Du Fan a meaningful look.

"What do you mean by that?" Du Fan frowned, his expression turning somewhat unpleasant.

"Hehe, if you make such a big purchase like Fellow Daoist just now, there would be considerable risks involved in any store. To be honest, I was a little hesitant just now."

However, fellow Daoist, please rest assured. Since I have said these words, I naturally intend to sincerely befriend you and seek a long-term relationship. If you wish to purchase anything in the future, I hope you will do me the honor of visiting again.

I hereby guarantee that whatever you purchase from my shop, it will be the lowest price in the entire market.

The old man in the green robe smiled and spoke slowly, showing no fear of the difference in their cultivation levels.

"My name is Du Fan. I need ten more demon cores, the lowest quality kind." Du Fan frowned and pondered for a long time before his brows relaxed, his expression returning to calm, and he spoke.

"So it's Fellow Daoist Du. It's a pleasure to meet you. Those pale yellow demon cores sell for thirty spirit stones each on the market, but for you, I'll naturally offer a discount. Ten of them will cost two hundred and eighty spirit stones. Is this price satisfactory, Fellow Daoist Du?"

The old man in the green robe immediately beamed with joy and offered a price without hesitation.

"Alright, here are the spirit stones." Du Fan didn't waste any words, took out the corresponding spirit stones, and handed them directly to the old man.

"Here are ten demon cores, Fellow Daoist Du, please keep them safe." The old man patted his storage bag at his waist with his left hand, immediately took out a jade box, and presented it with both hands with a smile.

Du Fan put it away, nodded slightly to Song Yuanzi, and then his figure flashed and appeared at the shop entrance. After another flash, he completely disappeared from Song Yuanzi's sight.