At eighty, the Holy Sect's enchanting woman aided in achieving longevity.

hum!

Chen Changsheng placed a crimson gold inner core, roughly the size of a fist, on the table.

The inner core emanated a suffocatingly violent pressure, and the faint sound of a dragon's roar echoed from the void.

The image of Mu Qing'er's furious shout suddenly echoed deep within his mind:

"You brat! What are you doing? You're going to sell that sixth-tier demon core that the Fire Source Dragon gave you? Are you crazy?"

"Don't panic, Master, of course I won't sell."

Chen Changsheng chuckled to himself, thinking, "I'm just using this treasure to bluff."

The deliberate act was merely a pretense to make things easier for him in the market later on.

Mu Qing'er rolled her eyes, snorted coldly, and then ignored her.

At that moment, the shop assistant at the counter seemed to be frozen in place the instant she saw the demon core.

The servants of the Chamber of Commerce naturally had extremely sharp eyesight, but when he tried to use his divine sense to touch that demon core...

A terrifying pressure surged directly into his sea of ​​consciousness, causing him to turn deathly pale, his legs to tremble violently, and he to be unable to speak coherently.

"This...this pressure...a sixth...sixth-tier demon core? Heavens, and a top-tier demon core with true dragon blood!"

"Hmph, making a fuss over nothing. Call out whoever is in charge of this."

Chen Changsheng snorted coldly, deliberately releasing a trace of the scorching and domineering aura belonging to the Second Yang level.

The shop assistant was so frightened that he scrambled back, not daring to touch the inner core even a little bit.

He shouted towards the back room, "Old Tie! Come out quickly, it's a huge deal!"

A moment later, a thin old man in a brocade robe slowly walked down the stairs.

The old man's steps appeared slow and gentle, but his feet landed silently on the wooden stairs.

A glint of shrewdness flickered in his normally reserved and gentle eyes.

This person was none other than the renowned branch manager, Tie Zhou.

"What kind of behavior is this, all this panic and commotion?"

Tie Zhou glared coldly at the shop assistant, then calmly swept his gaze over Chen Changsheng.

A subtle arrogance lurked deep within his eyes.

In this remote Crescent City, nothing has been able to shake the spirit of this Golden Core stage expert.

"Shopkeeper... look at this!"

The shop assistant pointed to the counter with trembling hands.

Following the direction, Tie Zhou looked up and when the sixth-order demon core, radiating a faint dragon's might, came into view, the Golden Core stage shopkeeper's reprimanding voice abruptly stopped.

He shook his entire hand violently and rushed forward in three steps.

He quickly mustered all his magical power and carefully sensed it.

A few moments later, Tie Zhou's beard began to tremble violently, and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

He let out a scream several times louder than the shop assistant's: "Hiss! This...this really is a sixth-tier demon king's dragon-type inner core!"

The shop assistant secretly rolled his eyes: He was just scolding me for being spineless, but now he's yelling at me like a butcher.

"Hmph, a mere sixth-grade inner core is enough to make the manager of the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce lose his composure like this. It's truly disappointing."

Just as Tie Zhou was in shock, a cold and hoarse mocking voice suddenly rang in his ears.

Tie Zhou froze, then looked at the black-robed youth in front of him as if waking from a dream.

He quickly suppressed the turmoil in his heart, put away his previous arrogance, and bowed respectfully to Chen Changsheng.

He said in a trembling voice, "This...this senior, may I ask your name? I am a humble iron boatman, and I have failed to greet you properly."

At this moment, in Tie Zhou's eyes, Chen Changsheng's indifferent attitude was perfectly normal!

What kind of terrifying behemoth from the upper realm could casually produce a sixth-order dragon-type demon core?

I'm afraid a single finger could flatten the city!

His cold tone was devoid of any emotion: "Since when has your Wanbao Chamber of Commerce developed the custom of probing into the backgrounds of your customers?"

boom!

Tie Zhou felt a chill run down his spine, and cold sweat soaked through the brocade robe on his back.

Under the intimidation of Chen Changsheng's deliberate bluff and murderous aura, he dared not investigate and completely gave up the idea of ​​trying to find out the other party's cultivation level.

Using divine sense to scan such an existence would likely anger the other party and cause immediate death!

"No, no, no! Senior, please calm down! This junior had absolutely no such intention!"

Tie Zhou bowed repeatedly, even showing some trepidation, his attitude even more respectful than before.

With his head bowed and his voice trembling, he said, "It's just that a sixth-order dragon pill is too astonishing. Even in the entire empire, it's a sacred object that only appears once every hundred years. I was so excited that I offended you. I hope you can forgive me, senior!"

Chen Changsheng gave a faint "humph".

Tie Zhou then dared to secretly breathe a sigh of relief and wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

Somewhat timidly, he asked, "Senior, this Dragon Pill is extremely precious. I wonder if you intend to... exchange it for it today?"

"It's useless to me."

Chen Changsheng stood with his hands behind his back, speaking succinctly and in a flat tone, as if he were discarding a piece of trash.

Useless to me?!

Upon hearing those four words, Tie Zhou's heart clenched violently once again.

Even a sixth-tier dragon pill is considered useless. Just how terrifyingly high are the eyes of this mysterious expert?

A bitter smile appeared on Tie Zhou's face as he bowed to Chen Changsheng and said:

"Senior, it's not that I don't want to accept it, but to be honest, the value of this sixth-tier dragon core is simply immeasurable... Even if I were to mortgage all the assets of this entire branch to you, it still wouldn't be worth even a tenth or a twelfth of this demon core!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Changsheng immediately felt reassured.

He casually put away the demon core on the counter, and once again swept his cold gaze across Tie Zhou's trembling face.