Inverse Sword Mad God

"So that’s how it is."

After listening, Lin Xuan understood. Since this Black Wind Ore Vein is so famous, he might as well play along.

With this thought, he didn’t go elsewhere and stood there watching.

His eyes flickered as he looked ahead, glancing at the stones one by one.

These stones varied in size, and their surfaces were either yellow, black, or brown.

Some of the stones were cracked in the middle with a line, though it wasn’t deep.

Some even held such stones up to the sunlight to try and see inside, but it was impossible to discern anything.

A few experts around had eyes like Divine Rainbows, staring intently at the stones, trying to see inside them.

However, these stones were brought from ore veins buried underground for tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of years, imbued with godly powers.

Ordinary probing really couldn’t see through them, unless using some miraculous pupil skill or method.

Like a Spirit Seeking Master, or relying on luck to gamble.

But even Spirit Seeking Masters make mistakes sometimes, and relying on luck is even more uncertain.

The stones here were all expensive; if you cut one open and there’s nothing inside, you’d suffer a huge loss.

Ordinary Kings really couldn’t afford it.

The vendor was a red-robed middle-aged man, who looked at the growing crowd around him and spoke loudly.

"Everyone, you must be familiar with the rules of stone gambling."

"High reward also means high risk. If you fancy a stone, buy it."

"There might be a Divine Crystal inside."

"Of course, if nothing’s inside, don’t complain about your seat, as that’s stone gambling for you."

Hearing this, everyone nodded and discussed occasionally.

Indeed, they knew these things, so they were particularly serious. After all, the prices of these stones were not low.

At this moment, Lin Xuan squeezed through the crowd to the front, looked at those stones, and asked solemnly.

"Boss, how do you sell these stones?"

"These opened ones, eighty kilograms of Crystal Stone; those unopened, one hundred kilograms of Crystal Stone."

Lin Xuan nodded, indicating he understood, then his eyes flickered with runes shining.

He fixed his gaze on a stone about half a meter high, and through the Heavenly Mechanism Divine Pupil, he saw inside.

There was indeed a Crystal Stone inside, but not in the center; it was oddly in the lower left corner.

The Crystal Stone was light green, one piece in the lower left corner, and another in the upper right, together about the size of a basketball.

Judging by the quality and quantity, it absolutely surpassed a hundred kilograms of ordinary Crystal Stone, so buying it wouldn’t be a loss.

Lin Xuan decided to buy it to increase his capital.

"One hundred kilograms of Crystal Stone, I want this stone." Lin Xuan pointed to one of the stones and said.

The middle-aged vendor nodded and smiled, saying, "This gentleman can purchase it, but there are rules here."

"If someone bids a higher price within the specified time, the final owner is the highest bidder."

"Of course, you can also increase the bid."

"Is there such a thing?"

Lin Xuan was taken aback and asked Dugu Old Monster.

Dugu Old Monster replied, "Indeed, there is such a rule, but only within half an incense stick’s time."

Hearing this, Lin Xuan understood. Since that’s the case, he would comply.

Seeing Lin Xuan quickly choose a stone as the first, the surrounding people discussed heatedly.

"So fast, isn’t it a bit rash?"

"Didn’t see him use any special Spirit Seeking Technique, could he be dreaming and trying his luck?"

"He looks so familiar, I’ve seen him before."

"Right, it’s him. Yesterday, he competed with a Yanyun Sect disciple and cut out ten kilograms of Crystal Stone!"

"Back then, he quickly picked a stone, and everyone thought it was Waste Stone, but unexpectedly he cut ten kilograms of Crystal Stone."

"What, such a thing happened!" The surrounding crowd was shocked, gazing at Lin Xuan, filled with doubt.

However, they still couldn’t quite believe it. After all, a hundred kilograms of Crystal Stone wasn’t a small amount, so they observed cautiously.

Just then, a green-robed middle-aged man walked up.

This middle-aged man’s face was pale, but his eyes were sharp.

His fingers were very broad, with a black board on his thumb, emitting mysterious power and a faint glow.

The green-robed middle-aged man approached the stall, observed carefully, and soon fixed his gaze on the stone Lin Xuan selected.

The next moment, he reached out his finger, pointing to that stone.

The black board flickered with strange runes as the green-robed middle-aged man’s brow knitted tightly, eyes glistening fiercely.

After a while, he retracted his hand.

And the vendor said, "Fellow Daoist, this stone has already been priced by this gentleman at a hundred kilograms of Crystal Stone. If you want it, the price must be above this."

Upon hearing this, the green-robed middle-aged man glanced at Lin Xuan and then said in a deep voice, "I offer 150 kilograms of Crystal Stone."

"One hundred fifty!"

The crowd exclaimed in surprise, not expecting this green-robed middle-aged man to offer such a high price.

Lin Xuan was also surprised, did this middle-aged man also discover there was Crystal Stone inside?

However, although surprised, he quickly calmed down.

After all, this stone gambling event gathered many experts and masters from East Desolation; if he could see it, naturally others could too.

But 150 kilograms of Crystal Stone was no longer worth buying it for him. Because even if he bought it, he wouldn’t earn much.

So he shook his head, not bidding any further.

After another moment without any more bids, the vendor said.

"Fellow Daoist, the stone is yours."

The green-robed middle-aged man paid the Crystal Stone, took the half-meter-high stone, and nodded slightly.

He didn’t leave but started cutting the stone on the spot.

Seeing someone cutting stone publicly, the surrounding people exclaimed, excitedly.

After all, compared to buying stones, cutting them was more thrilling.

"Someone is cutting stone in public!"

The surrounding people quickly gathered. Soon, the stall was packed tightly.

The green-robed middle-aged man was serious, his eyes sparkling as he looked at the stone, then drew out a black little blade.

The little blade was very ancient, neither metal nor stone, unknown what material it was made of. Held by the green-robed middle-aged man, it seemed exceptionally heavy.

The crowd also held their breath, knowing that no one should disturb at this time.

Whoosh!

The green-robed middle-aged man sliced down from the middle.

He cut very carefully, stopping frequently to observe. But by the time he was a third through, no light had flashed.

The surrounding people began to murmur, "What’s going on? So far, nothing; could it be Waste Stone?"