Clan Cultivation: Starting from Beast Taming

Yunzhou, Xianyun Marketplace.

As Zhou Chun approached the scene following the noisy commotion, a quick observation and inquiry allowed him to grasp the situation.

The cause of the incident was simple—a cultivator had just agreed in principle to trade for a spiritual object with a stall-holding cultivator, when suddenly another cultivator, having gotten wind of the deal, arrived to intervene, offering a higher price for the object.

Then, seizing the opportunity, the stall owner hiked up the price, declaring that the highest bidder would secure the purchase.

It must be said, the stall owner's actions were undoubtedly unscrupulous.

Since he'd already agreed with the first cultivator, he should have honored the commitment.

However, for cultivators like him who ran street stalls, breaking promises was business as usual!

If a street stall cultivator didn't sell counterfeit or substandard goods, they were already considered to have a conscience.

To expect them to operate with the same integrity as the big shops was out of the question.

Of course, Zhou Chun wasn't there to administer justice; he wasn't acquainted with the cultivator who had struck the initial deal and had no intention of meddling in such trivial matters.

On the contrary, after learning about what the two cultivators were arguing over, his interest was immediately piqued.

It turned out that the spiritual object causing the dispute between the two Foundation Establishment cultivators was a rare, seven-hundred-year-old Golden Ginseng!

This Golden Ginseng, like the Red Essence Ganoderma, was an extraordinary variation of the Yellow Jade Ginseng, extremely precious and rare.

Logically, a spiritual medicine of this caliber should be auctioned at various auction events.

But the cultivator selling this Spiritual Medicine was merely a Loose Cultivator.

As a Loose Cultivator, he obviously lacked the channels to auction off such spiritual medicine, and he even dared not casually reveal it in ordinary circumstances.

It was only because this trade conference was jointly organized by the three major sects, a time when many rare spiritual objects would undoubtedly appear, that he dared to take the risk of putting it up for sale.

Taking such a great risk, naturally, he sought to make a substantial profit at once.

At the sight of the two individuals in an unending quarrel over this item, joy was evidently blooming in his heart.

Zhou Chun, observing his demeanor from the side, speculated that if he weren't afraid of retaliation afterward, he might even be stirring up trouble so as to escalate the argument between the two in front of his stall.

Now that he understood the situation, Zhou Chun quickly formulated his own plan.

All of a sudden, he announced loudly, "Enough, stop your bickering, I'll take the Golden Ginseng!"

Upon his declaration, everyone watching was taken aback and hurriedly turned their gazes to Zhou Chun, including the stall owner and the two arguing cultivators.

It's him!!

Upon recognizing Zhou Chun, most of the people present gasped inwardly, immediately identifying him.

There was no helping it; Zhou Chun had garnered substantial attention at the previous "Hundred Clans Conference."

Especially during the final battle, the spectacular entrance of the Thunder Flood Dragon Baibai had left an incredibly deep impression of him as a Beast Tamer.

Now, it was hard not to recognize him.

Having identified him, the complexions of the two disputing cultivators became taut, and one of them spoke up, "Taoist Friend Zhou, what is the meaning of this? Do you also wish to meddle?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Chun responded with a slight smile, "Taoist Friend, I had no intention of depriving someone of their desired possession, but seeing the two of you unable to reach an agreement, and with this fellow raising the price on the spot, I couldn't help but reconsider."

After pausing, he looked seriously at the two and added, "Of course, if either of you is willing to offer a price that convinces me, I have no desire to fight for it and will leave immediately!"

Hearing these words, the expressions of the three on-site turned somewhat sour.

The stall owner was embarrassed and angry that Zhou Chun had called out his price gouging to his face.

The two quarreling cultivators were annoyed because of his unsolicited intervention.

But they couldn't find fault in Zhou Chun's words; momentarily, they didn't know how to respond.

Zhou Chun, noticing their silence, took the initiative to turn his attention to the stall owner and inquired, "Taoist Friend, what exactly do you want in exchange for the Golden Ginseng? A Magic Artifact? An Elixir? A Talisman? Or maybe Spirit Coins?"

Upon hearing this, the stall owner immediately forgot his irritation and eagerly replied, "I'd like to exchange it for a high-quality, second-grade Magic Artifact of medium grade, preferably a Defensive Dharma Artifact!"

A second-grade, medium-grade Magic Artifact would cost at least four thousand Spirit Coins, and if it was a Defensive Dharma Artifact, the price would be even higher.

The Golden Ginseng was precious indeed, but its value was comparable to that of the Red Essence Ganoderma.

Back at the underground auction, Zhou Chun had purchased an eight-hundred-year-old Red Essence Ganoderma for merely seven thousand one hundred Spirit Coins.

Thus, the stall owner's asking price was nothing short of steep.

After hearing his asking price, Zhou Chun hadn't yet said anything when the cultivator who had just questioned him turned pale and couldn't help but say with indignation, "You really know how to demand an exorbitant price!"

Initially, the stall owner's demand for exchanging the Golden Ginseng had merely been a high-quality, second-grade lower-end Magic Artifact or two thousand five hundred Spirit Coins.

Now, he had brazenly doubled his asking price, a markup speed that was bound to incite anger.

Yet, upon hearing the retort, the stall owner, unafraid of the backlash, retorted, "If you find it too expensive, you are under no obligation to buy!"

"You..."

The man, infuriated, glared wide-eyed and found himself at a loss for words.

Finally, Zhou Chun spoke up, "I do have a second-grade, medium-quality Defensive Dharma Artifact, but even if this Golden Ginseng were auctioned off, its price would be only about the same as my Magic Artifact; I can't just let you benefit from that."

"Then what do you propose, Taoist Friend Zhou?"

The stall owner's demeanor tightened, and he asked Zhou Chun's intentions in a markedly different, soft tone.