Chapter 260 Trading
Seeing that Fang Xingjian did not stop him from talking, Zhou Xingwen continued, "Look at how you're not that accustomed to a Sacred Land with a high density... I know of some Conferred Knights who have been wanting to come to the Sacred Land with one hundred times the density to cultivate. This is a good opportunity that will benefit both sides."
How could Fang Xingjian be fooled so easily? His words were just like his sword arts, straight to the point.
"Who has his eyes on the Sacred Land I have access to? How much is he willing to pay?"
To Fang Xingjian, the use of the Sacred Land was for him to speed up his cultivation progress. However, if the other party could offer a reasonable price, for example, one million gold, or a complete set of Divine level suit, he would naturally be willing to give this up.
Zhou Xingwen had not expected that Fang Xingjian would be so straight to the point. After being stunned for a short moment, he said, "It's like this, Wang Tiangang, the person ranked ninth in our Regional Academy, is just like a god who descended from the heavens. He has just turned thirty-five years old but is already a level 26 Conferred Knight.
"His White Monarch Sword Technique is well known throughout the entire Genius Swordsmanship, and he can even keep up with the Governor in a spar for up to ten moves without losing. He's really a genius.
"With the National Selection next year, Brother Tiangang also hopes to make a final dash in this last year. His Majesty has given the orders to increase the rewards for the National Selection next year by a lot. If one can get into the top ten, they will really be able to soar into success and leave their name behind in history.
"Xingjian, although you're also a great talent, you've only just enrolled in the school, and it's impossible for you to participate in next year's National Selection. Moreover, you've only just started your training for the second transition, so you're not suited to be where the density of the ether particles are too high. If you were to forcefully train here, your brain and mind would suffer from damages like how it's doing now.
"Why don't you pass this chance to Brother Tiangang? He'll find a piece of Sacred Land where the density is lower for your cultivation. He'll also pay the difference for the two spots, and you definitely won't lose out.
"Don't worry. If you want to go through the second transition, you can come and use this place anytime. Brother Tiangang will definitely not stop you."
Zhou Xingwen spoke so much that his throat was parched. However, determination filled his eyes.
After all, from his point of view, Fang Xingjian had only just entered the academy, so it was impossible for him to participate in the National Selection which would be conducted next year. Moreover, Fang Xingjian would also need to slowly get accustomed to the Sacred Land of such a high density.
Under such a circumstance, temporarily giving up the rights to cultivate in the Sacred Land in exchange for Wang Tiangang's friendship and compensation... This was truly worth it. Once Wang Tiangang passed the National Selection, he would definitely not forget his debt to Fang Xingjian.
Zhou Xingwen had everything thought out before he came here to convince Fang Xingjian. It was because, to him, as long as the person was not an idiot, he would not be able to reject this proposal.
However, what he did not know was that Fang Xingjian was really intending to participate in the National Selection which would be held next year.
Fang Xingjian asked, "What's the price that Wang Tiangang is offering?"
"It's Brother Tiangang," Zhou Xingwen corrected. "Your Sacred Land has been applied for by the Governor himself for the duration of a year. If you're willing to hand the whole year to Brother Tiangang, he's willing to fork out 300,000 gold, or any resources that are equivalent to the price of 300,000 gold."
300,000 gold was already the allocated budget for some Prefectural Academies for a couple of years. It was also a large sum of money that Wang Tiangang had to put together from various sources with the addition of what he had been saving for decades.
Even if that was the case, this only showed just how wealthy these Conferred Knights in the Great Western City were.
The wealth of a Conferred Knight was truly unfathomable.
However, when Fang Xingjian heard the offered price, he frowned slightly and said, "It's too little."
"Too little?" When Zhou Xingwen heard the offer of 300,000 gold back then, he had been dumbfounded and his eyes had glimmered. 300,000 gold was enough for the purchase of a Divine Weapon which was level 25 or higher. Even if it were used to purchase heavenly and earthly treasures, it would push an ordinary person's attributes to Knight-level.
Or if it were spent on the Conferred Knight's training, the gold could also last for several years.
Yet, to think that Fang Xingjian had found it to be too little. Zhou Xingwen immediately tried to persuade Fang Xingjian, "300,000 is really not little. Xingjian, wasn't your sword destroyed during the arena battle? 300,000 gold is enough to get you a level 26 or 27 Superior Divine Weapon."
Seeing that Fang Xingjian was still shaking his head, Zhou Xingwen could not hold it in and said, "400,000..." Then when he saw Fang Xingjian turn to leave, he immediately shouted, "500,000. 500,000 gold!"
As though he had unleashed an ultimate attack, Zhou Xingwen, who had just shouted out the price of 500,000 gold, looked at Fang Xingjian and said breathlessly, "This is the highest price Brother Tiangang can offer. Xingjian, don't go too far. 500,000 is enough to get you a top quality Superior Divine Weapon or push up your attributes by tens of points!"
However, Zhou Xingwen was once again met with great disappointment. Fang Xingjian shook his head and headed for his villa. "It's a fixed price of one million gold. Tell Wang Tiangang, if he can't afford so much, don't come wasting my time."
"One million?" Hearing this number, Zhou Xingwen almost spat out a mouthful of blood. How much was one million gold? There would probably not be more than five people in the entire Great Western City who would be able to bring out so much. Moreover, those people would definitely be second transition level 29 experts or high level aristocrats who had saved up for up to a hundred years. Only these people would be able to accumulate such a walloping sum of wealth.
To Zhou Xingwen, Fang Xingjian was simply demanding an exorbitant and preposterous price.
He could not hold it in and shouted, "Xingjian, it's impossible for you to be able to sell it out at this price. Do you want this piece of Sacred Land to rot in your hands? It's impossible for a novice like you to be able to train for too long in the Sacred Land with one hundred times the density.
"Rather than leaving it to rot, you might as well use it to exchange for more resources. And I believe that other than Brother Tiangang, no one else would be able to offer a higher price than 500,000 gold."
Fang Xingjian ignored Zhou Xingwen's nagging and went back to his room. He needed to find some food. After not having eaten for ten days, his stomach and intestines were now all shrivelled and squashed together.
Seeing Fang Xingjian's backview slowly disappear through the front door, a hint of fury flashed in Zhou Xingwen's eyes. Recalling how he had boasted to Wang Tiangang that he would definitely be able to get the job done, Zhou Xingwen just felt somewhat weak now.
'This guy is really as unrestrained and just persistent in his own ways as the rumors say.
'He really doesn't know a thing about how to conduct himself in society.'
Thinking of this, Zhou Xingwen let out a long sigh and left with a feeling of fury. However, thinking of the amount of money he had paid in order to enter the Sacred Land, his face scrunched up painfully.
'Damn you, Fang Xingjian. To think that you're not even willing to let it go at 500,000 gold... Aren't you afraid of taking too much of what you can't handle?
'You can just continue to guard over this Sacred Land. I'll see how long you can hang on while having so much information gush into your brain everyday.'
He continued to imagine Fang Xingjian getting increasingly weaker. Then he thought of how he himself had a mental breakdown and insomnia for consecutive nights when he entered the Sacred Land with thirty-times the density. Zhou Xingwen secretly decided, 'I'll come look for him again next time. I don't believe he can hang on for long. Maybe when I come the next time, he'll be suffering from headaches and a swollen brain. There won't be a need for 500,000 then.'
Fang Xingjian had not an inkling of the idea Zhou Xingwen was thinking of. Neither could he have realised that he had forced out a first generation Miracle World harassing-type intermediary just like that.
He was in the room, holding on to a big plate of food and eating non-stop while circulating his vital energy and blood, gradually recovering the vitality of his internal organs.