The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 560

“Impossible!” the fat cultivator cried out as he ground his teeth.

The smile that was on his face long vanished.

Since he was sniffed out, there was no need to pretend anymore.

“You won’t make a loss out of the eight spirit stones you’ll be able to profit.

I do want to buy this,” Caspian pointed at the hemlock, “I can tell it’s been struck by thunder before.

But, the part that’s been passed through the flames of lightning only makes up this much.

That‘s barely a fifth of the wood.”

Caspian gestured accordingly, continuing.

“Also, you’ve meddled with this part right here.

I’d have to chop it off if I were to use it, which lowers the cost of it even further.

This piece of hemlock is worth at most sixty spirit stones on the market, and now I’m buying it off you for eighty.

I‘m also doing this because you forged it pretty well, what do you think?”

So, he saw through it.

That was the first thought that came to the fat cultivator’s head.

He was confused at how a trick of such finesse could have been foiled, but more than that he was embarrassed.

That embarrassment quickly turned into indignant rage.

“I’m only trying to make a living, kid.

You sure?” the fat cultivator sneered coldly.

Caspian did not fear him at all.

He planned to cut off all the unusable parts of the hemlock, using the remainder to cultivate his Eye of Instinct.

That was a plan Caspian was pretty pleased with.

Hemlock was easy to come across.

Hemlock that was passed through lightning? Significantly more difficult to come by.

Caspian was not going to let it go so easily now that he came across it.

“I’ll say it again, I’m not trying to cheat you off your living,” Caspian stared straight into the other man‘s eyes, smiling lightly, “Aa piece of hemlock-like this sells for sixty spirit stones on the market.

The extra twenty I am paying because your forgery skills have colored me impressed.

As for a matter of honesty, I’m pretty sure you tried to swindle me first.”

The fat cultivator’s expression changed.

“What are you trying to say? How will I know you won’t return to my stall…”

“Oh, that’s not what I was talking about,” Caspian cut the man off, “I was referring to the guy selling the paintings before.”

At Caspian’s words, the fat cultivator‘s expression darkened even further.

“That was some pretty impressive writing.

Almost had me fooled, you two must be veteran scammers,” Caspian smiled, “I know I look pretty friendly and innocent.

Lots of people think they can get away with walking all over me.

I’ll let you off today.

Eighty spirit stones and this whole ordeal comes to an end.”

The other man’s eyes shrunk to the size of peas with how hard he glared at Caspian ferociously.

He did not answer Caspian, but his expression was comprehensive enough of his decision.

“You sure you wanna say no? Alright, then.” Caspian cleared his throat.

He cried out loud while raising the hemlock in the air, ”Check this out, everyone…”

“You!” The fat cultivator panicked immediately.

The last thing he expected was that Caspian would expose the truth to the public.

The floating market was formed by an unofficial gathering of individual cultivators, but it was not without its own rules.

One of them was that swindling was allowed, but only if you got away with it.

If you got caught, you would be heavily punished by the other cultivators.