When Long Chen and the other three hurried over in search of the sound, in front of a huge stall, Minglong Wushang was leading a group of people, cursing at the stall owner.
Long Chen checked the situation and found that this huge stall was actually made up of three stalls merged together, meaning the shop owner had directly rented out three storefronts.
The shops here are quite large, each room measuring a thousand zhang square, and the three rooms combined make it even more spacious.
Now, inside the shop, dozens of Twin-Vein Heavenly Saints were nervously watching Minglong Wushang and the others. Although the rules here protected them, they still feared the situation would spiral out of control.
Long Chen glanced at the stall. That was no big deal, but once he saw the situation, his heart raced.
On a crystal tablet lay three black dragon corpses. Because the board was a magical tool that could shrink huge objects, the black dragons looked only about three feet long, but if released, the entire square wouldn't be able to hold them.
The most terrifying thing was that one of the giant dragons had six patterns on its scales, meaning it had been a Six-Vein Heavenly Saint in life.
Even with a barrier on the chopping board, the terrifying pressure of a Six Veins Heavenly Saint-level dragon corpse still made one's soul tremble, making one dare not look directly.
The other two dragon corpses were also Five Vein Heavenly Saints in life. Seeing these three, Long Chen's heart raced wildly. Although these three corpses had endured countless years, they were perfectly preserved, which was an enormous treasure to Long Chen.
However, the dragon head of the corpse had already been split open, the dragon crystal had been taken, the dragon horn had been cut off, and the reverse scale had been pulled out. Long Chen looked at another cutting board and saw that the dragon crystal, horn, and dragon scales had been placed separately. Clearly, they intended to sell separately.
"Bastard, you have insulted the ancestors of my Dark Dragon clan and demanded sky-high prices. Aren't you afraid of retaliation from our Dark Dragon clan?" Minglong Wushang roared, and the powerful members of the Minglong clan beside him also gritted their teeth, looking as if they were ready to tear life apart.
"Heroes of the Nether Dragon Clan, we are doing business, selling goods, and we need to eat too!
We understand how you feel, but these three elders of the Nether Dragon clan weren't killed by us—we bought them too.
And over the years, we've maintained it with great care, investing countless manpower and resources to prevent it from losing its divinity.
It's understandable that you want to invite the three seniors back, but we also need to make money. You can't let us lose money, can you?" An elderly man in the shop earnestly advised.
Clearly, their conflict wasn't about the incident itself, but about the price being compromised. The Underworld Dragon clan found it too expensive, couldn't negotiate the price, and turned against each other.
"Tch, if you don't have money, then you don't. What's the point of threatening others?" At this moment, Long Chen stepped forward. If he didn't step on this guy now, he wouldn't be called Long Chen anymore.
Long Chen's sarcastic remark instantly enraged the powerful members of the Nether Dragon clan, especially when they saw Long Chen speaking as the speaker, who grew even angrier.
"It's none of your business here. Get lost." Minglong Wushang shouted coldly.
"You're the one who should get lost. If you don't have money, why are you pretending to be a big wolf here?" Long Chen swaggered forward, looked at the dragon crystals, horns, and scales on the stall, then pointed to three dragon corpses and asked,
"Boss, how much is this meat per jin?"
The elder in charge quickly said, "Sorry, we sell all dragon corpses whole, not by the pound." "Huh
?" This won't do. If we can't finish that meal, wouldn't it just stink? Long Chen said.
As soon as Long Chen said this, the faces of the Dark Dragon clan experts instantly darkened. Their faces were already pale, and now they were as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Feng You and Hu Xiaoyu almost burst out laughing. Long Chen was asking for prices by selling pork, and this kind of humiliation was the extreme.
"Bastard, I'll kill you."
Minglong Wushang roared angrily, ready to charge forward, but the people beside him clung to him desperately. This place really couldn't be attacked. With so many powerful figures from the Pill Valley watching, even if the Minglong clan had a good relationship with the valley, they couldn't break its rules like this.
In fact, Minglong Wushang had no intention of making a move. His stance was just to scare people. If he really wanted to act, those people wouldn't be able to stop him at all.
Long Chen didn't even glance at Minglong Wushang, pointing at the corpse of a Six-Vein Heavenly Saint level Minglong, saying, "How much will you sell for this big one?" "
These eight hundred Saint King pills!" The old man said.
"Why is it so expensive? Who could afford that? Long Chen pretended to be shocked.
"You're joking. This dragon senior was a Six Veins Heavenly Saint in life, and his corpse holds countless treasures to be unearthed. This price is already very fair and reasonable." The old man hurriedly said.
"What about the two little ones?" Long Chen asked.
"Little one... Ahem, these two Five Veins Heavenly Saints are priced at three hundred Saint King Pills. The old man said.
"Two together, three hundred, or one for three hundred?" Long Chen continued to ask.
"Of course, it's three hundred each."
Long Chen pondered for a moment and said, "Two small ones aren't too expensive, but it's still not enough for one pot. How about this: three of them together, give me a fair price."
Let me tell you, I'm sincerely interested in buying it. I was just injured by an old man and my body is very weak. I want to get something to recover and recharge. Don't slander me, so I'll just take it down. Feng
You and the others all knew that Long Chen had just been suppressed by the Domain Lord and injured. Although they didn't know what Old Deng meant, they figured it wasn't a good thing—Long Chen had basically cursed the Domain Lord as well.
Bai Yingxue didn't understand why Long Chen wanted these dragon corpses. She thought he was deliberately playing tricks on Minglong Wushang and the others, since they were enemies, and Long Chen would never show mercy to his enemies.
Seeing Long Chen converse with the old man as if they were buying fish at a market, Minglong Wushang was so angry he was grinding his teeth to pieces. Yet, he deliberately dared not make a move here. They wanted to leave, but were unwilling to give up. The Dragon Crystal, Dragon Scales, and Dragon Horns were extremely important to them.
The old man gritted his teeth and said, "Since you sincerely want to buy it, the original price of 1,400 Saint King Pills will be 1,350." "
Five hundred,"
Long Chen stretched out a large hand and waved it.
The old man nearly spat blood. The bargaining was way too harsh. He was about to refuse, but Long Chen sent a voice transmission to him:
"After I take the dragon corpse, your dragon crystals, horns, and scales will be sold at their original price. If I leave, not only will you lose everything, but you'll be hunted by the Nether Dragon clan. Do you believe it?"
But the old man's expression changed, and finally, to the shock of countless people, he sold the three dragon corpses to Long Chen for five hundred Saint King Pills.
Long Chen lifted the entire shop, deliberately showing off in front of Minglong Tianzhao and the others, then stored it into the Chaos Space. Then, with a loud laugh, he left with Feng You and the others, leaving behind Minglong Wushang, whose eyes were almost breathing fire.