The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Chapter 560

“Impossible!” the fat cultivator cried out as he ground his teeth.

The smile that was on his face long vanished.

Since he was sniffed out, there was no need to pretend anymore.

“You won’t make a loss out of the eight spirit stones you’ll be able to profit.

I do want to buy this,” Caspian pointed at the hemlock, “I can tell it’s been struck by thunder before.

But, the part that’s been passed through the flames of lightning only makes up this much.

That‘s barely a fifth of the wood.”

Caspian gestured accordingly, continuing.

“Also, you’ve meddled with this part right here.

I’d have to chop it off if I were to use it, which lowers the cost of it even further.

This piece of hemlock is worth at most sixty spirit stones on the market, and now I’m buying it off you for eighty.

I‘m also doing this because you forged it pretty well, what do you think?”

So, he saw through it.

That was the first thought that came to the fat cultivator’s head.

He was confused at how a trick of such finesse could have been foiled, but more than that he was embarrassed.

That embarrassment quickly turned into indignant rage.

“I’m only trying to make a living, kid.

You sure?” the fat cultivator sneered coldly.

Caspian did not fear him at all.

He planned to cut off all the unusable parts of the hemlock, using the remainder to cultivate his Eye of Instinct.

That was a plan Caspian was pretty pleased with.

Hemlock was easy to come across.

Hemlock that was passed through lightning? Significantly more difficult to come by.

let it go so easily now that he

not trying to cheat you off your living,” Caspian stared straight into the other man‘s eyes, smiling lightly, “Aa piece of hemlock-like this sells

am paying because your forgery skills

matter of honesty, I’m pretty sure you

cultivator’s

to say? How will I know

about,” Caspian cut the man off, “I was referring to the

fat cultivator‘s expression darkened

was some pretty

scammers,” Caspian smiled,

get away with walking all

let you off

and this whole

eyes shrunk to the size of peas with how hard he

Caspian, but his expression

sure you wanna say no? Alright, then.” Caspian

loud while raising the hemlock in the

fat cultivator

he expected was that Caspian

formed by an unofficial gathering of individual cultivators, but

was that swindling was allowed, but only if you got

you would be

were

never knew what people you would come across, and thus there

of the market turned a blind eye to it, but if someone were to be caught for it they would

what kind of market it was, or if it was a market at

sort of gathering or union valued

damaged, no one would want to come to the

trading, the market would not be able to carry

would its founders sustain themselves to fund the

the fat cultivator’s actions were coming

gazes of all the cultivators around zeroed in

cultivator’s

his stall in a manner not

Alright, I’ll

look so down! You made a profit on this trade, you

knew that

paying the cultivator eighty spirit stones, Caspian put the hemlock away

to wander around

that quickly upon stepping into

the Ganoderma Lucidum and the hemlock, but Caspian stopped to look at other

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