Chapter 1601 Swindled When Selling
Chapter 1601: Swindled When Selling Chapter 1601: Swindled When Selling Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Braydon Neal’s clear favorite was undoubtedly the little fool.
In an instant, the Northern Army mobilized five legions. Luke took the lead, charging forward with a mighty howl. Alongside him were the three great calamities of the Northern Army: Tobey Lapras and Colton Jansky,, each leading their own troops into battle. The three legions surged ahead, and the soldiers behind them were resolute, keeping pace without anyone lagging behind.
Twenty miles away, at the campsite, the makeshift mud houses were all constructed by cultivators. Hundreds of thousands of cultivators had gathered, but they lacked leadership. Their family heads had all perished in Braydon’s fiery purge. After witnessing Gage Wyrick’s beheading, those remaining scattered in fear, not daring to linger.
If they stayed, Asura could refine and annihilate them.
The distant battlefield had already erupted into chaos! The alliance formed by the 23 forces spotted the waving black flag of the Northern Army. Carried by a straightforward young man, the black Qilin flag spurred the black steel tide to move wherever the Northern Army swords pointed.
“Kill them!” Luke’s command left no room for debate. Commander Braydon’s order to exterminate echoed in their ears.
All cultivators present, regardless of their faction, faced merciless execution by the Northern Army. After lying dormant for years, today marked their emergence. The entire Spirit Sea would be left astounded.
Braydon, having already foreseen this outcome, paid it no more attention than expected.
He entered the Dragon Spring World and made his way to a palace accessible only to the generals of the Northern Army, where imperial guards patrolled both inside and outside. Braydon’s residence served as the core area, accessible only to the Northern Army’s elites; regular soldiers had no entry rights.
Cross-legged, Braydon entered the palace and shifted his entire consciousness into the Second Universe. Familiar with its layout, he didn’t linger but headed straight for a grand building adjacent to the peculiar Cosmos Bank structure, resembling a colossal gold coin.
This was the Milky Way Branch of the Cosmos Chamber of Commerce, bustling with merchants from the cosmos. They traded items at prices surpassing those of the Cosmos Bank and Virtual Spirit Association, recognizing the challenges faced by the cosmos cultivators in survival and cultivation. It was common practice for them to sell their hard-earned items at such rates, accepted and accommodated by the race.
The Cosmos Chamber of Commerce boasted influential core members, rumored to include one of the chamber’s leaders. Were it not for oversight from higher authorities, the chamber might have been suppressed long ago. Some chambers clandestinely purchased items from demons and covertly sold spirit herbs, exploiting the demon race’s acknowledged shortcomings in pill and weapon refining, making their ordinary pills fetch three to five times their price in human territories.
One could easily imagine that the lure of substantial profits might compel some individuals to overlook the fact that their buyers were mortal enemies and sell pills to demons. The authorities struggled to control such situations despite repeated bans, knowing that severe punishment awaited those caught in the act. Yet, some still took the risk, and higher-ups often turned a blind eye, particularly because the Cosmos Chamber of Commerce’s headquarters had support from a lineage master. Without this backing, thorough investigations would invariably follow, leading to charges of colluding with the enemy and death sentences.
Stepping into the bustling Milky Way Chamber of Commerce, Braydon encountered merchants coming and going. He made his way directly to the counter and casually inquired, “I want to sell path soil.” His words instantly silenced the room.
The merchants’ collective gaze shifted toward him, eyes filled with greed and a hint of murderous intent.
Path soil!
It was widely known as one of the universe’s rarest resources.
Possessing path soil guaranteed effortless sales, regardless of quantity. Furthermore, price was no concern, as Braydon assured them he wouldn’t allow anyone to suffer a loss. More importantly, owning path soil meant the potential for greater profits, which some merchants were eager to monopolize.
The girl behind the counter was visibly shaken by Braydon’s request. Hastily standing, she bowed deeply.
“Sir, are you certain about selling path soil?” “Low-grade path soil,” Braydon affirmed, his demeanor unwaveringly calm.
The girl behind the counter quickly stood up. “Sir, please come to the second floor.
There will be a specialized staff member to assist you!” Braydon complied and headed for the second floor. He had no intention of actually selling the path soil. Instead, he aimed to convert the plunder from the Bright Lord Manor into resources. Currently, more than half of the 8 million soldiers of the Northern Army had reached the holy master realm, with others striving to break through the bottleneck of the eminent saint realm.
To aid their progress, Braydon needed a considerable amount of star coins to purchase saint spirit pills. On the second floor of the Milky Way Chamber of Commerce, he encountered a dwarf with a pointed face and monkey-like features, dressed in a noble purple robe despite lacking the demeanor of nobility.
Upon seeing Braydon, who appeared young and unassuming, the dwarf quickly categorized him as a fortunate youth who had stumbled upon a great opportunity.
Such individuals typically lacked powerful backgrounds; otherwise, their elders would prevent them from independently selling path soil. Moreover, among the major factions, no one would willingly sell path soil, instead hoarding it for generations to cultivate vast quantities of spirit herbs, an annual fortune beyond measure.
The shrewd dwarf greeted Braydon warmly, acting as if they were old acquaintances. “Young master, please have a seat.
Are you indeed here to sell path soil?” “I do possess path soil,” Braydon replied calmly as he took his seat.
Seizing the opportunity, the dwarf leaned closer, his voice lowered conspiratorially.
“How much path soil does the young master have?” “A significant amount,” Braydon replied with a smile.
“How significant?” the dwarf pressed further.
“Enough to cover a planet,” Braydon stated, meeting the dwarf’s gaze steadily.
“Wow!” The dwarf exclaimed in shock.
“Path soil from a whole planet!” Braydon remained as composed as ever, smiling but saying nothing.
The dwarf was taken aback. He was certain that this young man in white robes possessed a substantial amount of path soil — possibly a vast quantity.
He had to secure this deal!
“Young Master, if you indeed have path soil, I can offer you 10 million star coins per gram!” The dwarf’s face lit up with enthusiasm.