Am I the only good person in this cultivation world?

"Ghost Tomb? Hmph, let whoever wants to stay in that godforsaken place stay there. I'm not serving it! Haven't you heard? The Demon Palace has been wiped out, and the Blood Slaughter Sect is all dead except for one Grand Elder who's disappeared somewhere. Who am I going to do business with?"

The old man, referred to as "Old Man Qian," complained irritably.

"What?! The Blood Slaughter Sect is gone too?!"

Yao Han was stunned and speechless for a moment.

"Young man, your information isn't very reliable. That happened a month ago... Wait, no, I've never seen you before. How do you know me?"

Old Man Qian then realized what was happening, abruptly sat up in his chair, stared intently at Yao Han, and exuded an aura of Foundation Establishment realm.

Yao Han frowned, nearly staggering backward under the spiritual pressure. He circulated his internal energy and managed to stabilize himself.

"Whether I recognize you or not is none of your business. Are you trying to mess with spirit stones?"

"Hey, this temper of yours, like someone who's done business with me before. Alright, pick whatever you want to buy."

Old Man Qian withdrew his aura, waved his hand on the table, and a black light flashed, revealing a pile of odds and ends on the table: array plates, puppets, pills, and magical artifacts, among other things.

Yao Han glanced around the table casually and shook his head.

"Hmm? What, you don't like them? You young man, you look young but you have quite the appetite. Let me tell you, these are my treasured possessions accumulated over many years, none of them are ordinary! Take this mechanical puppet for example, it was from when I was traveling in the Southern Wilderness..."

"Alright, alright, stop bragging."

Yao Han waved his hand, then looked around and lowered his voice:

"Do you have any methods to remove the restrictions placed on a Core Formation cultivator?"

"A Core Formation restriction? No! Do I look like a Core Formation cultivator?"

...Never mind, I didn't expect him to have any solutions anyway.

Yao Han tapped her fingertips lightly, changing the subject, this time using telepathy:

"Do you have any remaining Heavenly Thunderbolts? Landmines will do too."

Old Qian paused for a moment, his large eyes darting over Yao Han three times before he stroked the few strands of beard on his chin:

"Yes, but I don't know if you can afford it."

"Name your price," Yao Han thought with delight.

"Heavenly Thunder Stones: 4,000 spirit stones. Earthly Thunder Stones: 2,000 spirit stones."

"You old geezer, why don't you just rob us? It wasn't this price before!"

"Hey! Why are you swearing at me now? If you're not going to buy, then get lost. Don't get in my way and disturb my peaceful cultivation."

Yao Han took a deep breath, realizing he had lost his composure for a moment. He steadied himself and began to bargain:

"Back in Ghost Tomb, you only sold this Heavenly Thunder Stone for a little over two thousand. Even if the price went up, it wouldn't have doubled like this. I came all the way here because I thought it would be easier to do things with someone I knew. But if you're going to rip me off like this, then I won't buy it. The Purple Hill Black Market is so big, I don't believe there aren't other places selling this Heavenly Thunder Stone."

After saying that, Yao Han turned and left.

"Hey, wait a minute!"

Old Man Qian got anxious and slammed his hand on the table as he stood up:

"Two thousand five hundred for Heavenly Thunderbolts and one thousand for Earthly Thunderbolts, is that a reasonable price?"

"One thousand five hundred Heavenly Thunderbolts, eight hundred Earthly Thunderbolts." Yao Han didn't turn around.

"No, no, if this Heavenly Thunder Treasure is activated at full power, even a Core Formation cultivator would be severely injured if caught off guard. Its power far surpasses that of ordinary magic treasures. How could I possibly sell it to you so cheaply!"

Old Man Qian waved his hand: "Considering you're a regular customer, it'll be two thousand four hundred each!"

"two thousand."

"Two thousand two hundred is the lowest I can go."

"make a deal."

Yao Han turned around with a big smile: "Let's get the goods."

"Hmph, the way you're bargaining sounds like an old friend of mine... Too bad, that person has probably already been reincarnated."

Old Man Qian muttered to himself, then gave Yao Han a few suspicious glances:

"Could it be that this old ghost is incredibly lucky, found a good body, and was reborn?"

"You've admitted your mistake," Yao Han said firmly.

"Consider it an admission of my mistake," Old Man Qian sighed.

"You still haven't said how much you want?"

"I'll take as many as you have."

"Hey! You've got quite the nerve!"

Old Man Qian blew on his beard, waved his hand, and three jade boxes sealed with talismans appeared on the table.

"Only three?" Yao Han asked in confusion.

"Only three? Do you think this Heavenly Thunder Seed is some kind of common stuff? This thing can only be refined by Core Formation stage cultivators who practice specific techniques. If it weren't for my connections in the Six Sects, you wouldn't even be able to see it today."

"Two thousand two hundred spirit stones each, will you buy it or not?"

"Buy it, why don't you buy it?"

Yao Han took out sixty-six high-quality spirit stones from his storage bag and placed them on the table.

When Old Man Qian saw these shiny spirit stones, his eyes lit up. He picked one up, examined it carefully, and even bit it a couple of times.

Only after confirming that they were indeed high-quality spirit stones did he happily accept them all.

"Young friend, you're very generous. How about I sell you those landmines I mentioned earlier, nine hundred each?"

This time, Yao Han didn't haggle, so he bought five more landmines from him for forty-five superior spirit stones.

These landmines are similar in effect to skymines, but less powerful, and are only effective against cultivators at or below the Foundation Establishment stage.

In the blink of an eye, several thousand spirit stones entered his account, and Old Man Qian couldn't stop smiling:

"Oh my, young friend, you are quite the handsome young man, you are sure to have a bright future! Is there anything I can do for you? How about taking a look at the items on this stall? I'll give you a 10% discount!"

Old man, seeing the spirit stone reminds me to call you young friend.

However, since we're already here, we might as well buy everything we need in one go, so as to avoid going around in circles and wasting time.

Although this old man Qian had a rather eccentric temper, the things he sold were all genuine and of high quality. The two had often traded together before, so Yao Han trusted him.

So after hesitating for a moment, he spoke again:

"I also need a flying artifact, preferably one that can conceal my form and mana, at least mid-grade. A defensive artifact would be even better."

That fine iron shield was so badly damaged that it was no longer usable.

"Flying artifact... I have one! Let me check it out."

Old Man Qian closed his eyes and began searching through his storage bag with his spiritual sense. After a short while, he found a small, pitch-black boat.

The boat had no sails or oars, and its entire body was made of dark bones. A lifelike demon head was carved on the bow, with twisted horns and ferocious fangs, making it look like a demon from the underworld.

"The Impermanent Boat is a high-level magic artifact. Its hull is forged from the bones of several kinds of evil and monstrous beasts. It contains a concealment and invisibility spell. Once activated, it is invisible and intangible. Unless you encounter a cultivator of a higher realm or someone of the same realm, it is difficult to detect."

Is this the only one? Are there any others?

"If we're talking about concealing one's tracks, this is already the most effective flying artifact I have. Others might not meet your requirements, young friend."

After saying that, Old Man Qian took out a piece of black gauze as thin as a cicada's wing.

The scarf was as light as a feather, its elusive nature concealed, like a tiny wisp of black smoke, spinning nimbly in Old Man Qian's palm.