The Legend of Fangren

Chapter 119 I am an angel investor

"Oh, Brother Fang, you actually managed to get an appointment with the proprietress of Danlou! You're so lucky! Others would try to get her even with gifts and money." Attorney Chu, unaware of the trouble he had caused, was filled with envy.

Unfortunately, Fang Shi himself made up the lie, so he can't be blamed. Who told him to take advantage of Fang Shi's lack of knowledge?

As for magical artifacts that can conceal profound energy, they do exist, but their actual effectiveness is far less convenient than one might imagine.

A cultivator can emit an aura that matches their cultivation level. This is actually the circulation of pure and impure qi within the body, which corresponds to the natural circulation of the body's breathing and exhalation. This is called the Mysterious Breath.

Using magical artifacts to conceal a cultivator's spiritual energy is like covering a mortal's mouth and nose—an extremely uncomfortable situation. Even covering half of it, let alone the whole thing, is unbearable and hinders the circulation of the inner energy, thus obstructing the casting of spells and the use of spiritual energy.

Unless one's cultivation level is extremely low, it is impossible to completely conceal one's profound aura—he had originally intended to just casually mention a reason when he met Attorney Chu.

Now things are really messed up. Tomorrow I'll just have to apologize to the shop owner and see if I can buy the pills for a high price.

After this incident, Fang Shi lost interest in going downstairs for a stroll. Instead, he sat down on a chair and quietly worked on the blocks in his backpack.

Looking inward at the blast furnace block placed on his left, he suddenly had a thought and remembered something.

Didn't the old man in the appraisal room say that it takes a cartload of crude ore to refine the iron and gold of a fist?

Recalling the size of the carriages in my memory, even the smallest ones should be about the size of two blocks, enough to be used to fire iron ingots as thick and long as two legs in a blast furnace. But in reality, they can only produce ingots the size of a fist.

A pair of legs, a fist—what a difference! Fang Shi didn't dare breathe, afraid he'd burst out laughing. He even stretched his fist between his legs to compare, and figured it was at least twenty or thirty times the difference. This wasn't just making a killing; it was like getting an extra handful of money out of nowhere.

Attorney Chu had no idea what was wrong with Brother Fang this time. Why did he have such a distorted expression and even point his fist at his genitals?

Is this the kind of trouble that rich people can't understand?

"Brother Fang, please don't do anything rash."

"————" Fang Shi glanced at him speechlessly.

I'm not bragging, but as a mushroom person, even if we really destroyed our "small—crossed out, big mushroom," we could still grow another mushroom.

It's just that there are no cell phones in this mystical realm. What seemed like a fleeting two hours in my previous life actually felt incredibly long.

Finally, the surprise auction segment came to the end. Fang Shi's two lumps of gray refined iron appeared, instantly causing a huge uproar in the audience. The various parties on the platform immediately started bidding.

The others then realized why the competition for the most popular items in this auction wasn't as fierce as usual; it turned out that all the families and sects had found out about the hidden items and were all gearing up!

The two piles of gray iron and gold were divided into eight lots at the auction, with a starting price of 50,000 for each lot and a minimum bid of 1,000 for each lot.

Although the price increase seemed slow, the people from each family and sect were working like crazy, spinning the bidding paddles like windmills, and the auctioneer couldn't keep up with the bidding.

Among treasures of the same rank, metals are one of the rarest categories. Not to mention that one unit of iron-gold is equivalent to twenty or thirty cartloads of crude ore. Now that so much finished metal can be bought at once, how much time can be saved in purchasing crude ore?

Strategic materials are the foundation of a clan or sect. Everyone needs them, so there's no reason not to bid. Moreover, being able to buy such materials in public is a way to demonstrate prestige and recruit talent. Even if you can't snatch them, you still have to bid several times, otherwise you'll definitely be looked down upon by others.

"Fang Fang Fang—Brother Fang, isn't this price a bit too high?" He slumped in his chair, clutching his heart with one hand and pulling Fang Shi with the other, his words stammering.

Fang Shi smiled calmly, "Fellow Daoist Chu, how does it feel to be rich?"

"I'm afraid that if this continues, I'll lose my purpose in life."

Attorney Chu counted on his fingers and realized that even if his share consisted of only one ingot, he would still receive over ten thousand coins, instantly enriching his pockets.

At this moment, Fang Shi reminded him, "Fellow Daoist Chu, don't be too happy yet. If you want to forge a good heavy sword, these tens of thousands of dollars are not a lot at all."

"That's true." Attorney Chu felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head, calming him down considerably.

In the past, when passing by a weapon shop, a second-tier rapier would be priced at 60,000 to 70,000, and a better one at 80,000 to 90,000. Third-tier weapons could only be made to order. He was using a heavy sword, so you can imagine that the price would be over 200,000.

"Sigh—I'll just forge a common sword for now."

"Hmph~" Fang Shi chuckled to himself, pleased with his dejected state.

Poor kid! This is when angel investors should step in.

He explained his previous thoughts to him, and Attorney Chu's eyes immediately lit up. He was already rambling incoherently, and only a few words could be vaguely heard, such as "you what what what" and "you are my second parents what what what".

Well, this guy is equating himself with his parents in the fields again.

Unable to resist his profuse thanks, Fang Shi feared that if he continued like this, he might pin him down on the chair and kiss him a couple of times, so he quickly kicked the guy away and dragged him downstairs to the appraisal room.

It was the same old man again. As soon as he saw Fang Shi arrive, his eyes lit up, and he groped Fang Shi like a lovesick fool, babbling, "Oh, young hero~ Do you perhaps have some good stuff that needs to be appraised? I would be more than happy to oblige~"

What does it mean to be caught between a rock and a hard place?

However, this time Fang Shi did not intend to sell anything, but only to make an appraisal. In order to prevent others from peeping, he only took out a small piece the size of a fingernail.

"Oh? Could this be Crimson Flame Iron? Hiss—no, this is Crimson Flame Refined Iron, and it's even an iron-metal alloy!"

Metallic materials can be categorized into three stages within the same type: iron, refined iron, and iron-gold. Ordinary crimson flame iron is only at the first stage, refined iron is at the second stage, and iron-gold is undoubtedly at the third stage.

"Oh my, young hero, you certainly have many treasures on you! This Crimson Flame Iron is an extremely rare fire-attribute metal. Although it's of the same grade as the Gray Refined Iron, it's far more precious and an excellent material for mystical weapons. — Do you have any more? If it's half the size of that metal block from before, I'll talk to the manager—no, I mean the guild's manager—and promise to hold a small auction just for you within a week, how about that?"

Wow, Attorney Chu couldn't believe it. If gray refined iron was this valuable, what would crimson refined iron gold be worth?

"No, thank you." Fang Shi shook his head, paid a few coins for the appraisal fee, and left.

Attorney Chu hurriedly chased after him, saying, "Brother Fang, how about I just keep the money for that gray iron ingot? This crimson flame iron is really precious. If you exchange my share, wouldn't that be like giving me a huge windfall?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Shi simply smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Chu is so straightforward, down-to-earth, and neither greedy nor impatient, so why should I bother with such a trivial matter? You only need to know that I am simply exchanging one item for another. The two items are of the same quality, but the latter is more suitable for you. It has nothing to do with money."

"Brother Fang————"

After listening, Attorney Chu remained silent for a long while before saying seriously, "Brother Fang, if you ever need my help in the future, I will definitely not refuse."

"It's alright, it's alright. If you hadn't led the way, I wouldn't have been able to get these. However, since Fellow Daoist Chu is so kind, it would be disrespectful of me not to accept. So, if I ever need your help in the future, I hope you will lend a hand."

Attorney Chu nodded emphatically: "Definitely, definitely."

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