290: Three treasures, an unlucky stall owner

“How can a soft support be that buff...”

The stall owner mumbled as he sat back on his small stool, looking down at a bottle of potion in his hand, and chuckled.

“Level 3 recovery potion, good luck today, got it in one try.”

“That big guy really is stupid.”

Qian Tingquan, a fifth-grade Martial Artist, a professional rogue, with an A-rank supernatural talent—Hand of Miracles, capable of silently stealing things from others and Vicious Beasts.

Thanks to this talent, he became a treasure seller.

However, doing too many bad deeds would inevitably lead to trouble.

Not long ago, he routinely stole something from a customer, but unexpectedly encountered a rich, powerful, and stubborn fellow who meticulously tracked him down and even posted his story online.

His actions were completely exposed in an instant.

It forced him to hide his identity and flee everywhere.

Although he had endured many days of hardship.

This also turned out to be a blessing in disguise, as by Destiny, he arrived at the Hunter Ghost Market in the Emperor Capital, a truly good place.

Controlled by the Yu Family, one of the Ten Great Families of the Emperor Capital, almost no one dared to break the rules here.

Today was Qian Tingquan's fifth day in the Ghost Market.

“Come, come and see, all good treasures for opening the day~”

Qian Tingquan hawked, and saw a black-clad young man approach his stall, noticing his appearance and demeanor.

Qian Tingquan murmured to himself.

Heh... full of nobility, and even brought a fifth-tier Vicious Beast pet. Is he afraid others won't know which Family's Young Master he is?

These rich people in the Emperor Capital are truly arrogant... Qian Tingquan despised such people from the bottom of his heart.

Relying solely on their birth, they possess things others can never have in a lifetime. Without their birth and background, what are you worth?

That being said.

Even though he was full of disdain.

Qian Tingquan still plastered a smile on his face: “This... young man, would you like me to introduce some items to you?”

He no longer used the Hand of Miracles, partly due to the cooldown, and partly because he couldn't afford to offend such Family Disciples.

That Young Master from Suihan City had already caused him so much trouble; if he offended someone from the Emperor Capital... the outcome was unimaginable.

“This, how much is it?”

The black-clad young man picked up an item and asked.

Qian Tingquan glanced at it, slightly startled.

It was a palm-sized Jade Slip, its jade light dim, in a damaged state that made it impossible to appraise.

Qian Tingquan had even forgotten when or how he had acquired it.

He hadn't expected this extraordinarily handsome noble Young Master to be drawn to this item at first glance.

Qian Tingquan scratched his head, rubbing his hands together like a fly, and said:

“This, ah, I got this from a ruined ancient relic. I risked my life for it. This is a good treasure, young man, you truly have good taste. If you like it, give me 5... 300 federal currency will do.”

He was afraid of scaring the other party away by quoting too high a price.

Jiang Yuan didn't waste words, picked it up, and transferred the money directly.

“Ding, your account contribution points +300, current...”

Qian Tingquan heard the sound, his smile growing even brighter. It seemed he had met a gullible rich fool; a piece of waste jade that couldn't even be appraised could be bought for 300 contribution points.

He rubbed his hands and said: “Young man, you are generous. I still have many good things here, please take another look.”

Without him needing to say more.

Jiang Yuan's gaze swept over, and he pointed to two items, saying:

“This, and this, I'll take them both.”

A broken, blood-stained black iron block.

A section of a withered stump from an unknown plant.

Again, two unwanted items that couldn't even be appraised.

Qian Tingquan's mouth was practically splitting into a grin in his heart.

“These two together, I'll take a loss and make a friend, young man, just give me 800 contribution points.”

“Ding! Your account has received 800 contribution points.”

Another profit!

Today was truly a good day.

Qian Tingquan couldn't help but force a smile and asked:

“Young man, would you like to look again?”

Jiang Yuan shook his head: “No need, there's nothing good left here.”

Heh heh.

Qian Tingquan almost burst out laughing at his words.

This fool.

Which of the [Green Python Snake Skin], [Blazing Treant], [Silent Armguard], [Cracked Thunder Dagger], [Steel-Forged Orc Shield] on my stall isn't better than the things you chose?

Jiang Yuan took the three “waste” items handed over by the stall owner and stared at him for a moment.

Did he realize?!

Qian Tingquan felt his hair stand on end from the stare and quickly said: “The transaction is complete, payment and goods are settled. No returns allowed.”

The black-clad young man smiled: “Stall owner, I see dark light between your brows. I'm afraid you'll suffer a bloody disaster today. It's better to run away quickly.”

With that, he turned and left.

Qian Tingquan was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses, spat at his retreating back, and said:

“Mysterious and secretive, where did that...”

The next second, his words stopped abruptly, as he saw that burly, soft-support big guy, drenched in sweat, leading a group of people angrily walking towards him. Among them was even that Family Disciple from Suihan City!

“Oh my! They even chased me to the Emperor Capital! How did he know I was here?!”

Cold sweat broke out on Qian Tingquan's forehead. He was scared half to death, didn't even think, quickly packed up his stall, and bolted.

Seeing him flee at high speed, the Young Master from Suihan City led his men in a furious chase, roaring: “Don't even think about escaping again! You're dead today!”

“Give me back my Family treasure!!”

The aggressive group brushed past Jiang Yuan.

Jiang Yuan then checked several more stalls. Although he still managed to find a few decent-looking items, equipment, and Materials, none were as good as those from the first stall.

Soon.

He walked out of the Ghost Market and once again strolled along a quiet alleyway, taking out the three items in his hand.

Little Hei on his wristband blinked its eyes, scanned the three items in Jiang Yuan's hand, and asked in confusion: “Scan failed... Master, what are these?”

Jiang Yuan smiled, his gaze falling to his palm.

In a vision only he could see, the three 'waste' items revealed their true forms, emitting dazzling treasure light and strings of golden flowing text.

“Broken Jade Slip”: A precious jade recording a certain Divine-Grade technique, mostly shattered, sealed and dormant in the long river of time.

“Blood-stained Black Iron Block”: A mysterious iron ore stained with divine blood, containing terrifying Qi of blood Dao and killing intent. It can be used to enhance a Lifebound Weapon. There is a 50% chance to upgrade a Golden weapon to Epic, and a 10% chance to upgrade an Epic weapon to Legend.

“Withered Tree Stump”: The deceased Ghost Mask Burial Immortal Flower, a Divine-Grade Vicious Beast and also a Divine-Grade medicinal treasure. Its internal life factors have long dried up. Unless a miracle occurs, it cannot undergo Nirvana and regenerate.

The three items, especially the latter two, involved the word [Divine-Grade]. Even if the items were dead and useless, their starting price would be 100,000 contribution points, which is a billion federal currency.

And Jiang Yuan spent only 1,100 contribution points for all three.

“Is this what it feels like to find a hidden gem?”

Jiang Yuan smiled, in a good mood.

As for whether these three items would be useful, he wasn't worried at all.

With the luck blessing of [Seven-Colored Treasure Fate] and the Heaven-Defying skill [Hand of Miracles].

No matter how low the probability, even if it was 0, an impossible event.

As long as he wished it, a miracle would occur... On the other side.

Qian Tingquan's luck had run out this time, and he couldn't escape.

He was caught by the Family Young Master from Suihan City and his men, and beaten half to death.

“I ask you, where is the Family treasure you stole from me earlier?! Where did it go?!” Han Longzhu grabbed Qian Tingquan's hair, staring at him with a chilling voice.

“I, I don't know what... what Family treasure. I don't even remember what I stole...”

“Still trying to pretend! That broken green Jade Slip, where did you hide it?!”

Qian Tingquan's eyes widened at the words, and he couldn't stop trembling all over.

That unwanted broken Jade Slip was actually the Han Family's supreme treasure?!

“I, I sold it to someone...” Qian Tingquan's voice was trembling.

“To whom did you sell it?!” Han Longzhu asked urgently.

“I, I don't know him.”

“When did you sell it?!”

“Just now.”

“What?!!”