Kowloon God Emperor

"How much is this short knife?"

Su Chen saw that the stall owner was a middle-aged man with shifty eyes. A gleam of light flashed in his eyes. He walked over casually and picked up a black dagger.

"My lord, you have good taste! This short knife comes from the ruins of an ancient god. It is an ancient treasure. If you want it, you can take it directly for 100,000 low-grade spirit stones!"

When the stall owner saw Su Chen, his eyes suddenly lit up and he started talking incessantly.

"One hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones? That's too expensive! One thousand low-grade spirit stones, will you sell it?"

Su Chen said lightly.

He had a lot of spirit stones on him, but he couldn't be treated as a sucker and slaughtered at will.

"One thousand low-grade spirit stones? Too little! Sir, this is an ancient treasure from the ruins of an ancient god. It might be a relic of a god. If you really want it, I'll give you fifty thousand low-grade spirit stones!"

There was a cunning look in the stall owner's eyes, and he quickly spoke.

"Sir, that dagger doesn't have any spiritual power at first glance. It's just a piece of scrap copper and iron. It's worth at most a hundred spirit stones. Don't be fooled by him!"

Ming said quickly.

"It's okay, I'll take care of it!"

Su Chen smiled slightly.

Then he raised his head, looked at the stall owner and said, "Ten thousand low-grade spirit stones, and let me pick anything from your stall as an extra. If you don't want that, I'll leave!"

"Ten thousand low-grade spirit stones are really too little. I will lose a lot of money! But... since you really want them, I will treat it as a friendship. Just take them!"

The stall owner looked distressed on the surface, but he was actually very happy in his heart.

He collected all these things from a villager outside the city, and it only cost him dozens of low-grade spirit stones in total.

A short knife can be sold for ten thousand low-grade spirit stones. He made a fortune!

"That's it!"

Su Chen nodded, picked up the half of the dead wood casually, and put it together with the dagger.

Then, he took out 10,000 low-grade spirit stones and gave them to the stall owner.

The stall owner's attention had long been attracted by the spirit stone in Su Chen's hand, so why would he care what Su Chen chose?

He took the spirit stone in a panic, and then handed the dagger and the dead wood to Su Chen, as if he was afraid that Su Chen would go back on his word.

"Young Master, you've been fooled! Ten thousand low-grade spirit stones are enough to buy everything on his stall!"

Ming smiled bitterly.

"A Ming, do you know what this is?"

Su Chen smiled calmly.

When he used his Divine Eye to see through delusion just now, he discovered that A Ming's physique was very unusual, and he almost missed out on a talented person.

So, he took out the black dead wood as a reminder to Ming.

"Sir, isn't this just a dead tree? It has no spirituality, it's very ordinary, there's nothing special about it!"

A Ming glanced at the dead tree and said with some confusion.

"Take a closer look!"

Su Chen smiled calmly.

A Ming's eyes were full of suspicion, but after hearing Su Chen's words, he still carefully observed the dead tree, and even reached out to touch the patterns on the dead tree.

Click!

A tiny purple lightning suddenly jumped out, giving Ming a fright.

"This is...this is..."

A Ming suddenly seemed to think of something, and he shuddered all over and widened his eyes.

"Sir, could this be the legendary thousand-year-old lightning-struck wood?"

He looked around cautiously, and then spoke to Su Chen very carefully.

"You actually recognized the ten thousand year old lightning struck wood? Not bad, not bad!"

Su Chen said with appreciation.

The wood that has been struck by lightning for a hundred years has a green-yellow color.

Thousand-year-old lightning-struck wood, deep purple in color.

The five thousand year old wood struck by lightning is golden in color, with roaring lightning that can cause strange phenomena in heaven and earth.

The wood that has been struck by lightning for ten thousand years is as black as ink and looks like charcoal. The lightning is restrained, just like an ordinary object.

This half of dead wood is indeed a piece of wood that has been struck by lightning for thousands of years.