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.

not going to let it go so easily now that he came

off your living,” Caspian stared straight into the other man‘s eyes, smiling lightly, “Aa piece of hemlock-like this sells for sixty spirit

twenty I am paying because your forgery skills

honesty, I’m pretty sure you tried to

cultivator’s

trying to say? How will I know

what I was talking about,” Caspian cut the man off, “I was referring to the guy selling the paintings

fat

some pretty

be veteran scammers,”

of people think they can get away with

let you off

this whole ordeal comes

shrunk to the size of peas with how

his

you wanna say no? Alright, then.”

hemlock

The fat

last thing he expected was that Caspian would

floating market was formed by an unofficial gathering of individual cultivators, but it was not without its

allowed, but only if you got away with

got caught, you would be

for individual cultivators were difficult to come

what people you would come across, and thus there was no point

to it, but if someone were to

what kind of market it was, or if

union valued pride and

was the slightest bit damaged, no one would want to come to the market to trade anymore,

would not be

to fund

point was, the fat cultivator’s actions were coming in the way of the

gazes of all the cultivators around zeroed in

fat cultivator’s face

flew to his stall in a manner not unlike that

up, you! Alright, I’ll do what you want!

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

long knew that the man

cultivator eighty spirit stones, Caspian put the hemlock away under his indignant

wander

the things he wanted that quickly upon stepping

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

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