I, a spoiled young master, conquered the Crown Princess right from the start!

What Chu Feng saw was a piece of black tortoise shell, no bigger than a palm.

The tortoise shell looked unremarkable, covered in cracks and thick with mud, as if it had been casually dug out of a pile of dirt.

But just as Chu Feng's gaze fell upon it, the Burial Coffin deep within his sea of ​​consciousness trembled very slightly.

The tremor was so faint that Chu Feng, as the master of the Burial Coffin, would not have been able to detect it at all.

"Um?"

Chu Feng's heart stirred, and he stopped in his tracks.

"What's wrong, Master?"

Shi Xuanfei practically clung to Chu Feng, following his gaze to see only a disheveled, one-eyed old man and a pile of rubbish. She couldn't help but cover her nose and say with disgust, "This place is filthy and smelly, what's there to see?"

Chu Feng ignored her and focused his consciousness into his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Enchantress, Thunder Lord, how do you feel?"

"Hehehe... Little brother, all I can feel is your strong masculine energy. I have no interest in these pieces of junk." The enchantress's lazy voice was teasing.

The Thunder Lord's domineering voice rang out: "A pile of trash, not even worthy to be a toothpick for me."

Chu Feng frowned slightly. Could it be his imagination?

Just then, a gentle and peaceful voice rang out in his mind.

"Hehe, you little rascal, you have a good eye."

It's the Master!

Chu Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly asked, "Senior Master, do you know what this is?"

"Hmm, that Buddhist chant was quite loud just now, and it woke me up." The Master's voice carried a hint of amusement. "If I'm not mistaken, that tortoise shell seems to contain a wisp of... innate power."

"Innate power?" Chu Feng wondered, as this was the first time he had ever heard this term.

"Indeed." The Master's voice became more solemn. "The so-called 'innate' refers to the power that arose before the creation of heaven and earth and before the separation of chaos, accompanying the origin of the Great Dao. Anything tainted by the words 'innate' is by no means ordinary. The origin of this tortoise shell is probably beyond your imagination."

"However, there seems to be an extremely powerful sealing restriction set up on this tortoise shell, layer upon layer, interlocking with each other. Even I cannot see through it completely in a short time. But I am certain that there is something special inside this thing."

The Master concluded, "In any case, you must obtain this tortoise shell."

Hearing even the Master speak so solemnly, Chu Feng's heart skipped a beat.

He knew very well that anything that caught the eye of someone of the Master's caliber must be an absolutely earth-shattering treasure.

Looks like I'm having a lucky day; I can find treasures just by strolling around town.

He suppressed his excitement, kept a straight face, and walked towards the stall.

Since it's a treasure, one can't appear too eager, lest the stall owner notice and try to raise the price. Chu Feng understood this well.

He walked up to the stall, squatted down, and like an ordinary customer browsing the market, casually picked up a rusty copper ring, weighed it in his hand, and then threw it down with a look of disgust.

"Old man, where did you pick all this stuff from? How dare you put it up for sale?" Chu Feng asked lazily in the tone of a spoiled brat.

The one-eyed old man leaned against the corner of the wall, not even lifting his eyelids. He just held the gourd in his arms, took another swig, and said indistinctly, "Buy it or don't, if you don't want to, get lost. Don't keep this old man from sleeping."

Hey, he's still a grumpy old man.

Chu Feng smiled inwardly, not annoyed at all. He glanced around the stall and, as if he had accidentally discovered something, reached out and picked up the dark tortoise shell.

"What... is this thing's shell? It's pretty hard." He tapped it with his finger, making a muffled "bang bang" sound.

"Hey old man, how much for this piece of junk?"

The one-eyed old man finally opened his cloudy eye, glanced at the tortoise shell in Chu Feng's hand, then glanced at Chu Feng again, a barely perceptible sneer appearing on his lips.

"What, you've taken a fancy to this rock that you can use to prop up the table legs?"

"Use it as a table leg? I think it'd be too leaky to even be used as a chamber pot." Chu Feng curled his lip, tossing the tortoise shell in his hand. "Name your price. I'm in a good mood today, so I'll reward you with a few spirit stones for some wine."

"Hehe..." The one-eyed old man chuckled twice and stretched out three withered fingers.

"Three low-grade spirit stones?" Chu Feng raised an eyebrow.

The one-eyed old man shook his head.

"Three mid-grade spirit stones?"

The old man continued to shake his head.

"It can't be three high-grade spirit stones, can it?" Chu Feng feigned surprise. "Is this piece of junk inlaid with gold or jade?"

"Three million." The one-eyed old man withdrew his finger and uttered three words calmly.

"Three million...what?" Chu Feng didn't react for a moment.

"Three million, top-grade spirit stones." After saying that, the old man closed his eyes and ignored Chu Feng, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

"puff--"

Shi Xuanfei, who was following behind Chu Feng, couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Old man, are you still asleep? You dare ask for three million top-grade spirit stones for this piece of junk? Why don't you just rob us?"

The cultivators passing by, hearing the commotion, all cast curious glances. When they heard "three million top-grade spirit stones," they looked at the one-eyed old man as if he were a fool, and then burst into laughter.

"Is this old man crazy? Three million top-grade spirit stones for a broken tortoise shell? Does he think it's an imperial weapon?"

"I think he's gone crazy for spirit stones, he's desperate for money!"

"Go away, go away, don't stay with lunatics, lest you get bad luck from them."

Chu Feng was also stunned. He had imagined that the old man would raise the price on the spot, but he did not expect the other party to be so outrageous.

Three million top-grade spirit stones is no small sum; it's enough to buy a decent holy weapon.

This old man is either a complete madman, or... he saw the extraordinary nature of this tortoise shell and deliberately asked for an exorbitant price.

Chu Feng preferred the latter.

He narrowed his eyes, preparing to say something.

Just then, a clear, slightly arrogant male voice came from outside the crowd.

"I'll take this tortoise shell."

The crowd turned to look and saw a young man, dressed in a star-patterned Taoist robe, with a handsome face and extraordinary demeanor, walking slowly towards them, surrounded by a group of guards.

The young man held a white jade folding fan in his hand, walked with ease, and had a disdainful look in his eyes, exuding an aura of someone who had long held a high position.

He walked straight to the stall, not even glancing at Chu Feng, and his gaze fell directly on the one-eyed old man. He said in an unquestionable tone, "Old man, name your price for this tortoise shell."

"People from the Star Pavilion?"

"Judging from the star emblem on his Taoist robe, there's no mistake! And judging from his entourage, he's probably a direct disciple of the Star Pavilion!"

"Why would he want this broken tortoise shell?"

A low murmur arose from the crowd.

Chu Feng's gaze also turned slightly cold.

It wasn't because of the other party's rudeness, but because he noticed that the moment the young man appeared, the other party's gaze immediately fell on the tortoise shell, and a hint of undisguised fervor flashed in his eyes.

This guy is also after the tortoise shell.

The one-eyed old man opened his eyes again, looked at the young man in the star-patterned robe in front of him, then at Chu Feng squatting on the ground, chuckled, and quoted the price again.

"Three million, top-grade spirit stones. Whoever gives them, they get them."

The young man in the star-patterned robe frowned slightly, seemingly thinking the price was a bit high, but he still took out a storage bag from his storage ring without hesitation and threw it in front of the old man.

"Here are three million top-grade spirit stones. The tortoise shell is mine."

As he spoke, he reached out to take the tortoise shell that Chu Feng was still holding.

His movements were natural and domineering, as if the item was rightfully his.

However, his hand was grabbed by another hand in mid-air.