Chapitre 41: Chapter 41: The Tables Turn
When Ah Yin entered, she kept observing everything around her. However, since she didn't know much about soul tools, her understanding stayed at the basic level of just using them.
So, she instinctively looked at Yun Feng and asked,
"Yun Feng, are all these soul tools?"
Yun Feng shifted his gaze from Flender to the items hanging on the walls and answered truthfully,
"It's normal that you don't know. After all, most people can't tell just by looking unless they test each one with soul power."
"Only someone like me, who understands the process of making soul tools, can detect even the slightest difference between a soul tool and other objects."
Hearing Yun Feng's proud response, Ah Yin couldn't help but smile slightly before asking,
"Do you know if there are any more soul tools here?"
Yun Feng nodded, a subtle hint of amusement flickering in his eyes.
"Of course."
After saying this, Yun Feng didn't continue the conversation. Instead, he wandered around the shop, pretending to examine things carefully.
One thing worth noting was that the original item expected to be here, a crystal hairpin, was now missing. Most likely, Tang San had already bought it.
But Yun Feng wasn't too concerned. To him, hidden weapons were just a minor craft, and as long as he could combine his creativity with soul tools, there was no reason why futuristic technology couldn't dominate primitive tactics.
After all, hadn't he already created the Desert Eagle?
It wouldn't be surprising if sniper rifles, Gatling guns, or even tanks and planes appeared later on.
When the time came, he could compare them with Tang San's so-called god-slaying hidden weapon, the Guanyin's Tear, to see whose invention was more powerful: Tang San's hidden weapons or his soul tools.
As he pondered this, he approached the wall and fixed his gaze on an old, worn-out ring.
Sensing the faint aura it emitted, Yun Feng was certain it was a soul tool, but it had lost most of its functionality. If he wanted to repair it, it would take some time. After some thought, Yun Feng decided to take it down.
He continued to walk around, finding several other soul tools. However, most were so badly damaged that even if they were repaired, they would be useless—some might even break during the repair process, making them not worth the effort.
Holding the circular soul tool, Yun Feng approached Flender and asked,
"Boss, how much for this?"
A lazy, husky voice replied,
"Not expensive, 500 gold soul coins."
It wasn't clear if Flender had a slight lisp, but his words were somewhat slurred. Luckily, only Yun Feng was present, and the shop was quiet, so he could make out what was being said.
Ah Yin, who was watching, was surprised when this middle-aged man casually asked for 500 gold soul coins. If she hadn't experienced so much in her life, she might have believed it wasn't expensive. In her opinion, this item was worth no more than one gold soul coin—maybe not even that! How could he dare ask for so much?
Just as Ah Yin was about to advise Yun Feng, he simply smiled and pulled out the money.
"Alright, I'll buy it."
He took out a pouch from his ring, weighed it, and placed it on the counter. Then, with the soul tool in hand, he prepared to leave.
Ah Yin was stunned by Yun Feng's actions, and even Flender seemed momentarily shocked. But soon, Flender's face lit up with joy, and he said,
"Your money's not enough."
Yun Feng stopped, then smiled and said,
"Being too greedy isn't good."
Flender glanced at Yun Feng, then closed his eyes and said,
"800, take it or leave it."
Yun Feng couldn't help but laugh.
"Changing the price in the middle of a deal isn't good business."
But Yun Feng's words only made Flender more certain that the soul tool had significant value to him, even though he couldn't see what made it so special.
"Fine, no more changes—1,000 gold soul coins, and it's yours!"
Yun Feng looked at Flender, his expression now cold, no trace of his previous smile. He had money, but he wasn't one to be scammed so easily.
As he touched the round soul tool in his hand, a flicker of emotion passed through his eyes.
"What a shame, I guess I'm not destined to own this."
With that, he picked up the money pouch he had placed on the counter and turned to leave.
Flender hesitated for a moment. Judging by Yun Feng's attire, he didn't seem short on money. The craftsmanship of his robe alone came from a soul master tailor famous throughout the Heaven Dou Empire, not to mention the materials used—thousand-year-old silkworm threads, dragon wool, and ghostly sandalwood, worth at least 5,000 gold!
Surely, he wasn't walking away because he couldn't afford it, right?
Had Flender miscalculated?
He didn't want to believe it. In all his years, he had never misjudged anyone. This young man was definitely a big catch.
But as Yun Feng walked further toward the door, Flender could no longer contain himself. He called out,
"Fine, fine. Since you seem to be fated for it, take it for 500 gold soul coins."
Yun Feng smiled without turning around and held up three fingers.
"No, I've changed my mind. Now I only have 300 gold soul coins."
Flender's previously calm face now showed shock and disbelief.
"What? No way!"
"300 gold soul coins? That's impossible!"
Yun Feng just shook his head and walked out of the shop.
Watching Yun Feng really leave, Flender couldn't hold back anymore. He got up from his chair, stared at the round soul tool on the counter, and examined it carefully, but with his experienced eye, he still couldn't see any real value in it.
Grinding his teeth, he rushed out of the shop and called after Yun Feng,
"Young man, business is about negotiation! Alright, 300 it is. Let's consider it the start of a friendship!"
Yun Feng knew full well that Flender had picked up these scraps while scavenging. In reality, they wouldn't even be worth auctioning, let alone being featured in a showcase.
At most, this item was worth one gold coin, so there was no way Flender would give up such a windfall.
Seeing that Yun Feng was truly about to leave, Flender made his final offer in a hurry.
At last, Yun Feng turned around, looked at the shadowy man with a monocle perched in his eye socket, and nodded in approval.
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