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第一千八百一十二章 善良的林轩

As for the second type, they were ordinary cultivators, even some with mediocre cultivation and an unsatisfactory life.

These people, relatively speaking, were quite poor. They lacked sufficient pills and crystal stones to support their cultivation, but they might stumble upon special goods due to good fortune or luck during adventures outside.

Such items could be passed down from ancestors or obtained mysteriously while venturing out. The reason why they are considered special is because the value of these goods is hard to determine.

They were mostly uncommon and rare things.

However, rare materials aren't necessarily valuable; they must have practical uses before anyone would take an interest in them. A large portion of such rare materials could be useless trash.

Thus, these cultivators' assets were in a rather awkward position. Due to the difficulty in identifying their value, it was hard to say whether they were worth anything. Selling them at marketplaces would likely go unnoticed since their purpose remained unclear. Cultivators weren't exactly in the business of spending money unnecessarily.

If not sold, these items would be useless as well, given that many cultivators belonged to a poor and destitute group who desperately needed pills and crystal stones for cultivation.

With no buyers at the marketplace, pawnshops became their only option.

Pawnshops generally accepted any goods without discrimination. Even if ninety-nine out of one hundred pieces were trash, as long as one item was useful, they could turn losses into profits.

Although Lin Xuan had never been to a pawnshop before, he knew its basic situation very well. Soon enough, an imposing building appeared in front of his eyes.

The grandeur of the structure lay in the fact that it was entirely made from heavy stones, towering over ten zhang high and shaped like a tower.

Lin Xuan's face showed some bewilderment; such a shop design was indeed puzzling. However, he didn't delve into why. With a flash of his figure, he entered the building.

Before him were counters crafted from expensive wood, making the entire hall bright and elegantly decorated.

"Esteemed friend, please stay. What can I do for you?"

A magnetic voice reached his ears as Lin Xuan looked up to see a cultivator in scholar robes with three long strands of beard. His appearance was peculiar, holding a scroll of poetry. He seemed like an erudite scholar without any mercantile greed.

His cultivation wasn't weak either; he was at the middle stage of元婴期 (Yànyīnqí). Such strength to be a shopkeeper was clearly a waste of talent.

"Coming here, what can you do? Of course, it's for pawning things," Lin Xuan said indifferently.

"What precious items do you have that I might take a look at?" the man asked, speaking in a refined manner but being straightforward. Lin Xuan nodded and waved his sleeves to reveal several storage pouches flying out.

He understood the principle of not showing off wealth, so he didn't pull out too many goods at once. The materials and treasures inside these pouches were more than enough to fetch many crystal stones.

The transaction proceeded smoothly as expected. The valuation of this batch of goods was naturally a bit lower than market prices, but that was the pawnshop's rule, and Lin Xuan had no objections.

After completing the transaction, everyone was pleased.

Staying any longer would be meaningless. Lin Xuan walked out.

Earlier, he had conducted a large business in a private room, so when he returned to the hall, he heard an argument.

No, it wasn't an argument; it sounded more like desperate pleading.

"Esteemed senior, have mercy. This item in my possession cannot be identified, but my ancestor was a late-stage 离合期 (Líhéqí) cultivator back then. He obtained this treasure from an ancient tomb, so it's not just any ordinary thing. You should value it at one thousand pieces of lower-grade crystal stones; that is too meager," the young cultivator said, his face full of anxiety as he pleaded.

"Go away! A mere Foundation Establishment period cultivator dares to claim your ancestor was a late-stage 离合期 (Líhéqí) cultivator and that this item came from an ancient tomb. You think I'm easily fooled?" the clerk's face showed disdain, though he himself was only at the middle stage of Foundation Establishment.

Scattered cultivators had no future; they were always the lowest rung in the cultivation world.

The young man continued to beg, but the clerk remained unmoved: "Whether you pawn or not, one thousand pieces of lower-grade crystal stones is all I will offer."

Lin Xuan frowned. The clerk's face was genuinely unpleasant. He understood their hardships as he had risen from a lowly cultivator and could easily tell if this young man was in trouble.

Taking advantage of someone's misfortune was despicable!

"I won't pawn it then," the young man said.

The clerk was taken aback, his expression filled with surprise. Such situations were common; even without customers, pawning shops would try to press down prices, and most would eventually give in.

He didn't expect the other party to abandon the idea of pawning. Feeling a bit humiliated, he coldly said: "If you don’t pawn it, find another shop. The price will be lower elsewhere."

"Humph, that may not be true," Lin Xuan said with a smile.

"Who are you to speak out here?"

The clerk was furious but quickly became fearful when he saw Lin Xuan's face: "It’s you, esteemed senior. I’m sorry for my rudeness just now."

Lin Xuan ignored him; such behavior among cultivators wasn't uncommon.

"I'll take that material. Fifteen pieces of middle-grade crystal stones will suffice," Lin Xuan said.

"Thank you, esteemed senior," the young man was overjoyed but still showed some fear: "But this item requires ten thousand pieces of lower-grade crystal stones for me to sell."

As he spoke, he glanced at Lin Xuan's face and stammered an explanation: "It’s not that I’m greedy. My younger sister was poisoned by a monster and needs something to detoxify her; various expenses..."

"It doesn’t matter," Lin Xuan said with a smile.

Who didn't have their troubles? He trusted his ability to discern the truth, even if this person hadn't been lying.

Without hesitation, he took out fifteen pieces of middle-grade crystal stones and handed them over.

"Esteemed senior, that’s more than enough."

"It doesn’t matter. The extra is a gift from me. Detoxifying can be more expensive than expected," Lin Xuan said indifferently. Saving someone was rewarding; such small favors made him feel good.

The clerk felt resentful but dared not say anything. The young man thanked him profusely, but Lin Xuan didn't care; he simply helped out of kindness. Lowering his head, he glanced at the item in his hand.

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