215: Pick up the flying sword ancient treasure

The moment the two sides met, Qin Feng's face immediately showed a stunned expression, not expecting to meet his older sister Qin Yue here.

"I'll find you later!"

Before Qin Feng could even speak, Qin Yue sent a message first. By the time her voice reached Qin Feng's ears, she had already turned and followed the large group into the inn. It was clear that she was also representing the Rakshasa Sect to participate in the Battle Heaven Divine Platform.

Sensing that his sister seemed inconvenienced to speak, Qin Feng didn't hesitate much and directly turned to walk onto the street.

Just as he turned his back to the inn's entrance, Qin Feng suddenly felt an extremely strange and uncomfortable sensation behind him, as if someone was staring at his back, and this gaze was very peculiar, even more unsettling than the killing intent Ao Feng had revealed.

What's going on?

Qin Feng's eyes revealed a vexed expression.

Without even turning his head, he could guess that the owner of this gaze was most likely someone from the Rakshasa Sect, because so far, besides the people from the Giant Elephant Sect, only people from the Rakshasa Sect had entered. Who else could it be if not them?

Qin Feng could roughly think of some answers in his heart, but in the end, he didn't make a sound. He just walked along the streets around the inn, circling again and again.

Half an incense stick later.

On the bustling street, Qin Feng was watching the excitement at a stall specializing in selling ancient treasure when he was suddenly patted on the shoulder.

Just by smelling the faint fragrance on the other person, he could tell who it was, so Qin Feng didn't turn his head, still watching with great interest as the stall owner and the customer next to him haggled.

"This is a genuine ancient treasure from an ancient battlefield. There's a high probability of unearthing an attacking Magical Artifact from it. You all know about the ancient battlefield, right? The Immortals who participated in the ancient war were either Immortals or Heavenly Gods, so the Magical Artifacts they used were naturally not simple!

If you're sincere, one hundred and fifty-nine Spirit Stones, consider it making a friend!"

The stall owner was a sixty-year-old skinny Old Man. At this moment, he was holding a stone pillar shaped like a Flying Sword, spitting as he praised it.

The stone pillar was rough overall, covered in a lot of dirt, looking like it had just been unearthed not long ago. It most likely contained a sealed Flying Sword Magical Artifact.

Standing outside the stall, haggling, was a thirty-year-old middle-aged man. His face flushed red as he said to the stall owner, "This is just an ordinary ancient treasure! What ancient battlefield are you spouting nonsense about?!"

Others also chimed in, "These past two years, you business people have become more and more shameless. You pick up a pile of dried cow dung and have to say it's something passed down from an ancient battlefield!"

"May your son have no asshole!"

The people on the scene cursed more and more outrageously. The stall owner's face turned crimson from the scolding, and he could only dejectedly put the Flying Sword ancient treasure back on the stall.

"Hey! If you're really selling, I'll take it for a maximum of ten Spirit Stones. If not, I'm leaving!"

The middle-aged man's face showed impatience, his gaze casually wandering over the stall, as if he didn't care about the Flying Sword ancient treasure at all.

Seeing the other party's casual attitude, the stall owner's face immediately flushed red. He took out a black cloth from under the stall and covered the entire stall, while also cursing at the middle-aged man, "It cost me twenty Spirit Stones to get this! Go to hell, I'm not selling!"

"If you don't sell, then don't sell. You business people never speak a word of truth!"

Others chimed in, "Yes, business people all have sons with no assholes!"

"..."

Seeing that the stall owner was angry, others either sighed or continued to mock him, not caring at all whether the other party would suddenly attack and kill, because this was Lingzhou City!

As everyone cursed, Qin Feng narrowed his eyes, examining the Flying Sword ancient treasure under the black cloth.

Although that ancient treasure looked unremarkable, when the Old Man held it in his hand earlier, Qin Feng felt that the Dangtian Book and Earth Shaking Brush in his storage ring both reacted, as if they had received some kind of resonance.

"Let's go, these are all deceptive things. I have something to give you."

Seeing Qin Feng standing still with no intention of leaving, Qin Yue couldn't help but reach out and push his arm.

"Sister, I feel like this is a good thing. Let's wait a bit longer!"

Qin Feng turned his head and said, while also glancing at Qin Yue's current changes.

At this moment, she was already wearing a long black dress and a bamboo hat with a black veil, looking extremely mysterious and full of a heroic female warrior's demeanor. If he hadn't recognized the scent on her, Qin Feng would probably have immediately distanced himself from her.

Because this kind of attire was already a common phenomenon in Lingzhou City. Looking around, at least twenty or thirty women on one street were dressed this way. Without using Divine Sense to probe, it was impossible to distinguish who was who.

"Alright, you fellow, you've always been unable to walk straight when going out since you were little."

Qin Yue sighed helplessly, then quietly stood to the side and waited. Everyone else was focused on the conversation between the stall owner and the customer, guessing whether the two would start fighting and then be punished by the City Lord, but Qin Yue was curiously examining her younger brother.

In front of the stall.

Qin Feng felt his older sister's strands of Divine Sense unreservedly scanning his body, repeatedly as if to scrutinize every detail, and his face couldn't help but show an unnatural expression.

It was said that using Divine Sense to probe others was forbidden in Lingzhou City. Why wouldn't his sister listen?

"Alright, alright, everyone disperse. I won't sell in Lingzhou City anymore. The stall fees are expensive, and I keep running into weirdos and foul-mouthed animals. I really want to fiercely **** your mother!"

Facing everyone's ridicule, the Old Man showed no weakness, packing up his stall while verbally sparring with the crowd, his spittle flying like raindrops, causing everyone to retreat repeatedly, fearing his saliva was poisonous.

Qin Feng retreated behind the crowd, still standing quietly.

A moment later.

The people on the scene found it uninteresting and dispersed, leaving only the Old Man to clean up the mess.

Seeing that the time was almost right, Qin Feng finally stepped forward, cupped his hands to the Old Man, and asked, "Senior, are you really not selling anymore?"

"Sell my ass!"

The Old Man cursed angrily, and as if venting, he casually broke a wooden board in half and threw it into his storage ring.

With that attitude, let alone not selling, Qin Feng would even believe him if he said he was changing professions!

After a moment of contemplation, Qin Feng, full of doubt, asked the Old Man, "Senior, is that Flying Sword ancient treasure of yours really from the ancient battlefield?"

"..."

The Old Man, who was packing his things, paused, then looked up and carefully sized up Qin Feng and Qin Yue, a mocking expression appearing in his eyes.

"You shouldn't be very old, should you?"

"I don't understand your meaning."

Qin Feng feigned ignorance, so from the beginning, he had shown an interest in the ancient treasure but also an attitude of questioning its authenticity.

"Who knows if this damn ancient treasure is real or fake? Anyway, the guy who sold it to me said it came from the ancient battlefield, and since he said so, I naturally followed suit!"

"..."

Qin Feng fell silent. He had thought this Old Man was cunning, but he didn't expect him to be so straightforward. He then continued to ask, "Then what's the lowest price you'll sell it for?"

"Twenty Spirit Stones is my cost price. If I'm lying, I... may my son have no asshole!"

Having a son at such an old age?