Talented Martial Hero

Chapter 164 Found Primitive Stone (Part Two)

"Hush. Buddy, don't shout! You could win ten thousand ink stones at least with your cultivation base. In

my experience as an old man in the business, it should be effortless for you to win thirty thousand ink

stones if you stick to three rounds," the old man taunted.

"Can I really last three rounds?" The big guy resembling the built of a warrior was obviously tempted.

"Hmm. A cultivator of the top level of Mysterious Realm had won three million ink stones last time. If

you don't believe me you can ask around! You are at the eighth stage of Mysterious Realm. Can't you

win thirty thousand ink stones at least? Buddy, be confident." A young man who seemed to care about

what was happening around, gave him a boost.

Overhearing this, Darren's shock was projecting. He soon shook his head expressing his surprise.

'Three million ink stones? How could that be possibly earned? They must be bluffing!'

Darren found himself leaving, heading straight out the door, and wandering along the street where

people from all walks of life thrived.

His footsteps fast approaching, he was stunned when he arrived in front of a prominent building.

"Primitive Stone!" His heart leapt out of his chest the moment he saw those iconic words plated for

everyone to remember.

As close as he could, he moved closer until his eyes squinted to read the words, "The rare treasure

Primitive Stone will be auctioned tomorrow with a starting price of three million ink stones."

"How come this auction house has the Primitive Stone? Is this the authentic one or not?" Darren held

on to his hopes even if his mind was surrounded with doubts.

A stranger overheard his ambiguous remark so he suddenly looked at Darren with contempt. "You even

doubted Sky Pavilion's precious auction item. What a fool!"

Slightly embarrassed, Darren looked away and ignored the stranger. Another passerby reacted, "The

background of the Sky Pavilion is more powerful than the Holy Lands'. We can't find any fake items

auctioned here. But, what is a Primitive Stone? I've never seen such high base price like this in any

other bidding I'd witnessed!"

"Hmm, the Primitive Stone is an extraordinary treasure. You definitely don't know how to valuate its

significance."

"What exactly is the treasure's value?"

"Humph. No level of explanation would help you understand. Let me just make it simple for you. It is

said that by eating one Primitive Stone, one's cultivation base could be lifted by ten stages. Don't you

think we should classify this as a treasure?" The first stranger who despised Darren began to advertise

the Primitive Stone's importance.

"Screw you. Can stone be eaten? Don't tell a tale and deceive people."

The people around kept discussing the stone.

Judging from how they regarded the Primitive Stone, Darren confirmed that the precious item

auctioned by the Sky Pavilion was nowhere near fake.

"If it's really the Primitive Stone, it should be mine!"

For Darren, the Primitive Stone was paramount to greatness. He was once clueless about it but even

the strangers' remarks convinced him of its significance. It was absolutely necessary to get this one,

whatever it took.

But now he could not afford the ink stones it required. What should he do?

Deeply thinking about what he had learned about the stone, Darren found his way to the Medicine

Pavilion. He had no choice but to take his chances.

"Oh, little buddy. Why did you come back?" That elder man who wasn't shy to expose his yellow teeth

through smiling was absolutely a sophisticated businessman.

"I won't talk crap. I remembered hearing that you helped someone find a way to earn three million ink

stones in a day. Tell me about it," Darren asked confidently.

However, what Darren had said elicited a sense of contempt to the young man standing next to the old

man. He sneered, "Young fellow, that guy can earn three million ink stones with his ability that tops all

ages under Wonder Realm. He had unquestionably won nine rounds in Prison Battle Arena and broke

the stiff record. The rewards plus the ink stones he won from bets made him acquire such an amount."

After the young man finished speaking, the elder man glanced at Darren and offered, "However, if you

want to compete, I'll recommend you to the battle field of the first stage of the Mysterious Realm. There

would be no problem for you to win three rounds which will gain you three thousand ink stones."

"Don't give me those sweet words! Just tell me how that guy earned three million ink stones." Darren

was pissed.

"Humph. What a conceited and ignorant man! He can fight the battle with cultivators at the top level of

the Mysterious Realm and win nine rounds to break the records. Are you even that close to being

strong? As such a beginner of Mysterious Realm, you must be crazy to dream of such money! How NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

ignorant you are!" the young man by the side of the elder man said in scorn. He obviously couldn't bear

Darren's arrogant presence that gave the place an upsetting vibe.

"Take me to the peak battlefield of Mysterious Realm!" Darren obligated the two disapproving men.

"Idiot!" the annoyed young man cursed him with a mocking smile.

Darren was too pissed to even utter more words to convince them. Instead, he released in the

command of his spiritual sense, and a puff of sword intent was directed towards the young man who

annoyed him the most.

"Ah!"

The young man's face turned pale immediately as cold sweat ran through his temples. He kept

stepping back as his eyes displayed his horror.

The elder man with yellow teeth was able to discern that Darren was uncommon. He thought to himself

that this little fellow must had hidden his cultivation base to actually reach this state without even being

felt. That puff of sword intent was extraordinarily strong, usually only being used by skilled disciples.

The elder man believed he would make a fortune out of this returning client this time.