PBSE 91

Chapter – 91 

 Faces Change Faster Than Turning Pages

Everyone waited anxiously. Although the Void Gold did not belong to them, they still wanted to know who had the courage to exchange a sixth-tier high level combat technique for it.

When the attendant returned and whispered something to Fifth Master, his expression turned shocked—then he smiled.

“It seems this piece of Void Gold has finally found its owner.”

When he said this, everyone in the hall erupted in commotion.

Someone really exchanged a sixth-tier high level combat technique for the Void Gold. For the humans present, it was absolutely a losing deal.

“Damn it, they actually traded it!” Inside VIP room number one, the young man slammed the table in anger, nearly smashing it.

“But doesn’t this give the young master a great opportunity?” the old man said with a smile.

The young man understood and also smiled. In his eyes, the boy who had taken his soul-fusion ghost mask was already dead.

Since that was the case, wouldn’t the Void Gold the boy obtained become his possession?

But then he thought of something and said with some worry:

“Someone willing to use a sixth-tier high level combat technique to trade for Void Gold must have great courage. Could he be a genius from some large tribe?”

“Impossible. Within a radius of a million miles, there are only two five-star tribes and one six-star tribe. As far as I know, that person is not a genius from the six-star tribe. He is probably a lone cultivator who obtained some opportunity,” the old man said confidently. He had once visited the six-star tribe within a million miles and knew there was no genius like Qin Mo there.

“If he’s a lone cultivator who obtained such an opportunity, I’m growing more and more eager for what he has,” the young man finally relaxed. Whether it was the Void Gold or the soul-fusion ghost mask taken from him, he was determined to get them.

Even more, he coveted the combat technique Qin Mo used to exchange for the Void Gold. If he could obtain such a technique, not only would he benefit, but so would the tribe behind him. His status in the tribe would rise, perhaps even surpassing the young clan leader.

Qin Mo himself had no idea the young man had already set his sights on him. At that moment, he was playing with the Void Gold delivered by the attendant, excitement nearly overwhelming him.

This was material that could be used to forge a storage pouch—something every strong cultivator desired—and now it was in his hands.

“I have to admit the wonders of creation. Such a thing actually exists.”

Qin Mo examined the black ore in his hand.

The black stone looked ordinary, without any aura at all. Holding it felt like holding a common piece of mountain rock.

But Qin Mo knew that Qingyun Great Stronghold would never sell a fake item at auction; he simply could not perceive the power contained within the Void Gold.

As for the jade slip he had exchanged for it—the combat technique inside was merely a simulation of less than one ten-thousandth of the intent of the Overlord Divine Blade. It was not the original technique.

Even if someone obtained the jade slip, they could at most learn a seventh-tier blade technique and would never grasp the true essence of the Overlord Divine Blade.

So he was not worried that anyone would discover he possessed a king-level technique.

“There is no such thing as a creator god. If one must speak of a creator for humanity, it would be the Holy Emperor. But even the ancient Emperor Pangu only opened the heavens for mankind; the legendary chaos remains unseen by anyone.”

Dan Xiong corrected him, thinking Qin Mo was simply wasting treasures.

Even though he suspected Qin Mo might come from a human king tribe, Dan Xiong still could not accept it. A human king tribe was an eight-star tribe where sixth-tier high level techniques were not unusual. But for Dan Xiong, such a technique was something he could never obtain in his lifetime—yet Qin Mo had casually exchanged it for a piece of Void Gold. Naturally, he felt some imbalance.

Qin Mo, however, didn’t mind. He was not a genius from any great tribe. For his future cultivation, the Void Gold was important—more important than a sixth-tier technique.

It could be used to forge a storage pouch, granting him a private space like a real building. That space could not be stolen unless he was killed and the pouch taken.

“How do I forge a storage pouch?” Qin Mo asked.

“It requires a powerful craftsman—at least a seventh-rank artisan,” Dan Xiong replied.

Qin Mo’s expression darkened.

A seventh-rank artisan was a status comparable to a human king, and such artisans were even harder to find. Within a million miles, there was not a single seventh-rank artisan.

Artisans, alchemists, ritualists, and sound masters were special professions among humans. Alchemists could refine miraculous medicines and held high status. Ritualists could play major roles on the battlefield, even healing the dead and wounded and creating simple medicines.

Sound masters were even rarer than alchemists and artisans and were crucial in fighting the shadow race. But artisans held perhaps the greatest importance.

Every artisan was both shield and sword for humanity. The weapons and equipment they forged allowed humans to display unimaginable power against other races.

A seventh-rank artisan could create seventh-rank armor and weapons. When mass-produced, even powerful enemies dared not face them directly. For example, human cavalry units used standardized armor and weapons made by artisans.

When human cavalry charged together, even the kings of other races had to avoid their edge.

Because of artisans, humanity compensated for its weak physical strength and was able to resist the hundreds of races without falling.

“Unless you can find a seventh-rank artisan to forge a storage pouch, the Void Gold you exchanged is nothing but waste ore,” Dan Xiong said directly.

Qin Mo’s face grew ugly. Where was he supposed to find a seventh-rank artisan?

At that moment, someone knocked on the VIP room door again. Qin Mo put away the Void Gold, donned the soul-fusion ghost mask to change his appearance, and let Dan Xiong open the door.

The visitor was an attendant from the auction house. He held a box and said, “This is a gift from the guest in VIP room number three.”

“A gift?” Both Dan Xiong and Qin Mo were surprised.

But Qin Mo kept his expression unchanged and told Dan Xiong to send the attendant away before placing the box on the table without speaking.

“Room number three?” Dan Xiong seemed to realize something. “It’s the same fool who tried to exchange a sixth-tier technique for Void Gold.”

“You’re the fool,” Qin Mo retorted, unhappy that the matter was being brought up again.

“Hehe, you already traded it. Regret won’t help now,” Dan Xiong laughed. “Aren’t you going to open it? I thought I heard a woman’s voice earlier. Maybe…”

“Maybe nothing,” Qin Mo said coldly. “Send it back.”

“You really won’t look?” Dan Xiong asked curiously.

“No,” Qin Mo replied, turning his head as if he would remain unmoved even if the box contained another piece of Void Gold.

Seeing this, Dan Xiong still didn’t send it back. Instead, he secretly opened it—and froze.

“I told you to send it…” Qin Mo stopped mid-sentence when he saw the light coming from the box.

Rich spiritual energy filled the VIP room—far denser than the high-grade spirit stone he had crushed earlier. After taking a breath, the energy filled his body’s meridians.

Swallowing, Qin Mo snatched the box.

“An极品灵石 (top-grade spirit stone)?”

“Probably,” Dan Xiong said, also swallowing. He had never even seen a high-grade spirit stone, let alone a top-grade one.

He believed it must be one, because ordinary high-grade stones did not contain such pure and dense spiritual energy.

One high-grade spirit stone equals one hundred medium stones, which equals ten thousand low-grade stones. A top-grade spirit stone equals one hundred high-grade stones—one million low-grade stones.

A gift worth one million low-grade stones had been sent so casually. Anyone would struggle to remain calm.

But Qin Mo quickly steadied himself. He began to think. There were no free meals in the world—no pies falling from the sky. He suspected the woman in VIP room number three had another purpose.

“Send it back.”

He could not guess the reason, so he didn’t want to. Even though it was a top-grade spirit stone and the temptation was great, he had to return it.

“Send it back?” Dan Xiong looked reluctant.

“Send it back!” Qin Mo said firmly. The better the gift, the more cautious he had to be. If it had been sent by Fifth Master or Second Master, he would have accepted it without hesitation.

But strangers were different.

Dan Xiong swallowed, closed the box, and his hands trembled. After confirming that Qin Mo truly wanted to return it, he left the room.

But soon he returned, still holding the box, his face filled with excitement.

“Great fortune! You’ve struck great fortune!”

“Didn’t I tell you to send it back?” Qin Mo asked sternly, growing even more suspicious.

“They said it was only to make friends with you. If you insist on returning it, you will become enemies in the future.”

This was a reason hard to refuse.

Indeed, Qin Mo could not refuse. He didn’t want to offend someone without cause. He had clashed with the person in VIP room number one because of their arrogant attitude. Since he couldn’t tolerate it, he saw no need to endure it and acted with force.

But this situation was different. The guest in room number three had sent a top-grade spirit stone simply to make friends. The gesture was sincere. If he refused, it would become hostility—something most people would avoid.

Qin Mo was no exception. He laughed and took the box.

“Someone wants to spend a million to make friends with me—how could I hypocritically refuse? That would be too disrespectful.”

Dan Xiong looked at Qin Mo speechlessly. This was no longer the same spirited young man from before—he had become a money-grubbing fellow who changed faces faster than turning pages.