Chaos Dao Sheng Jue

Chapter 914 A Special Stone

When Lu Chen heard this, his face suddenly turned dark. If he wasn't afraid of causing trouble, he really wanted to teach this arrogant guy a lesson.

So Lu Chen suppressed the anger in his heart and turned around to leave.

But at this moment, a monk with simple clothes, honest appearance and a shy smile on his face came in the door.

The middle-aged cultivator frowned slightly when he saw that the visitor didn't even have a storage ring. He just took a quick glance and regarded the visitor as the same type of person as Lu Chen.

So, he immediately drove away impatiently:

"Go away... This is not the place you should be. I'm so unlucky today. Why do I always run into poor people?"

The simple-minded young monk's smile disappeared immediately after hearing this, and he looked very uneasy.

However, after his facial expression changed several times, he finally mustered up the courage to say:

"I... I'm not here to buy anything, I'm here to sell something. I wonder if your store buys raw stones?"

The middle-aged monk softened his attitude a little after hearing this, but there was still some doubt in his tone:

"Buying raw stones? We mainly deal in high-quality refining materials and magic weapons.

If the rough stone you have contains rare minerals, you can consider it.

But if it is ordinary stone, then we will not accept it."

As the middle-aged monk spoke, his eyes swept over the young monk's attire and he had already made up his mind that the other party would not have anything of great value in his hands.

The young monk seemed to feel the contempt of the middle-aged monk, but still insisted:

"My rough stone is indeed a little different, but I'm not sure what its value is. I hope it can be appraised by an expert."

Upon hearing this, Lu Chen paused in his steps. He also wanted to see what was different about the raw stone that the young cultivator was talking about.

At this time, the middle-aged monk hesitated for a moment after hearing this, because he knew very well that the raw stone was fairy crystal or other mineral resources, a special stone that would be encountered during the mining process.

This kind of stone is not of much value, but it can block the spiritual consciousness of the cultivator, making it impossible for him to see the internal situation of the stone. This has nothing to do with the cultivation level.

However, the inside of this kind of stone often produces incredible refining materials, so whether in the world of cultivation or the world of immortals, the game of gambling on stones exists.

However, in most cases, nothing valuable can be found, which confirms the saying in the gambling stone industry, "One cut to heaven is fate, one cut to hell is doomed to fail."

After a brief thought, the middle-aged monk still had a glimmer of hope in his heart, so he nodded reluctantly: "Okay, show me your rough stone."

Upon hearing this, the young monk immediately smiled and hurriedly took out a stone from his storage bag. He used his spiritual sense to control the raw stone and automatically flew towards the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk took the stone and casually looked through it. It looked ordinary on the surface.

But when he tapped the stone lightly with his fingers, he suddenly felt an unusual sound, which made him raise his eyebrows.

"This... this stone is a little weird."

The middle-aged monk murmured with a more serious tone, and began to examine the raw stone carefully, fearing that he would miss any important details.

However, after a dozen breaths, the middle-aged monk seemed to have thought of something, and immediately threw the raw stone to the young monk unhappily, cursing:

"This is just a piece of wind-melted stone. It is impossible to mine out anything valuable. Take your broken stone and get out of here."

The young monk's face changed and he hurriedly took the stone. He didn't expect the middle-aged monk's expression to change so quickly, and he was stunned for a moment.

"Why don't you get out of here? Do you want me to chase you away myself?" The middle-aged cultivator shouted loudly when he saw that the young cultivator had no intention of leaving.

The young monk's face suddenly turned ugly when he heard this, and he hurriedly said anxiously:

"How could this be Wind Melting Stone? I can clearly sense its extraordinaryness.

How about selling it to you at a lower price? I only need 5,000... not 3,000 low-grade immortal crystals.

Please accept this rough stone. I really need these three thousand low-grade immortal crystals."

However, the middle-aged monk remained indifferent to the young monk's pleading, and there was not even the slightest change in his expression.

The quarrel and noise on this side immediately attracted the attention of many monks around. They gathered around and talked among themselves.

Seeing himself becoming the center of attention, the middle-aged monk became increasingly annoyed, and the aura emanating from him became even colder.

Then he widened his eyes, stared at the young monk fiercely, and suddenly released an astonishing aura.

"Get out of here now! Open your eyes and take a good look. Where is this place? If you say another word, I'll kill you!" The middle-aged monk's tone was grim and full of threats.

At this moment, the young monk felt the pressure of that fierce aura, his face turned pale as paper, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Seeing that the middle-aged monk really had murderous intentions, he felt a chill in his heart and knew that saying more would be of no use.

Then, he took a deep breath, held back the tears in his eyes, turned around and left the store, each step seeming particularly heavy.

The monks watching at the door were talking about it, some laughed at his stupidity, while others lamented the fickleness of the world.

Just as the young monk was about to disappear in the crowd, a gentle voice suddenly sounded in the noise: "Fellow Daoist, please wait a moment..."

The sound was not loud, but it carried an inexplicable power that instantly quieted the surrounding noise.

Upon hearing this, the young monk's body trembled slightly, as if he had woken up from a nightmare.

He slowly stopped and turned his head back.

When he saw that the person who was speaking was Lu Chen, whom he had just met in the Tiangong Immortal Artifact Pavilion, a hint of confusion and surprise flashed in his eyes.

Then he hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "Daoyou, what can I do for you?"

At this time, Lu Chen had already walked up quickly, and after coming to the side of the young cultivator, he said softly: "Hello, Daoist friend, my name is Lu Chen. I wonder why you don't just split the raw stone, so that you can know whether there are any valuable treasures inside?

If there is, wouldn't it be able to solve your urgent problem? Why would you bother asking for help from others? "

Upon hearing this, the young monk looked Lu Chen up and down, his eyes full of curiosity and confusion, as if wondering why this stranger cared about him.

Perhaps it was because it was rare for others to care about him, or perhaps it was because Lu Chen looked not rich and was the same kind of person as him, so the young cultivator did not have any resistance to Lu Chen.

After a while, he slowly sighed and said, "Ah... It's not that I don't want to do that, I just don't dare...

I feel that this piece of raw stone is very extraordinary, but the middle-aged monk said that it is wind-melted stone and is not worth mentioning at all.

However, I really need three thousand low-grade immortal crystals right now, but no one is willing to believe me.

If I unlock the rough stone myself and find nothing, my last hope will be shattered."

When Lu Chen heard this, he curled his lips immediately. He didn't expect the other party to give such a reason...