Chapter 4792
Just as Kai was about to ask, the woman with the blue ornament cut him off.
“I know you probably don’t know how to conceal your aura, but don’t worry. I have a concealment talisman here. Just wear it, and no one will be able to detect your strength.”
She pulled out a rune, waved it in front of him, and smiled.
Seeing this, Kai immediately chuckled. Now he understood why she had been so eager to praise him earlier—she was trying to sell him a concealment talisman!
“You’re giving it to me for free?” Kai asked with feigned innocence.
“Of course not! This talisman was crafted by a high-level rune master, and I spent a lot of resources to obtain it.”
“But since I like you, I can give you a few—just not for free!”
“If anyone else wanted one, no matter how many resources they offered, I wouldn’t part with it. But you’re handsome, and I have a good impression of you, so I’m willing to give you a special deal.”
The woman grinned as she spoke.
“Sister, we don’t have many of these left! How can you just give them away?” The woman with the red ornament hurriedly interjected.
“We spent a fortune hiring a rune master to craft these. If you hand them out so easily, what will we do?”
“Sister, this fellow Daoist’s cultivation is too low. I can’t bear to see him get hurt. Let’s just give him a few,” the woman with the blue ornament insisted.
“You absolutely cannot give them away!” her sister protested.
Watching their exaggerated performance, Kai couldn’t help but laugh.
Were they seriously trying to pull this kind of scam in the world of cultivators?
“If these talismans are so precious to you, I won’t take one. I wouldn’t want to make things difficult for you two,” he teased before turning around and walking away.
The twin sisters were dumbfounded!
They had put on such an elaborate act, hoping to sell the talisman at a high price.
But now Kai was simply leaving!
“Hey, hey, hey!” The woman with the blue ornament quickly caught up to him.
“Fellow Daoist, don’t go! My sister is being unreasonable. How about I give you this talisman at a discount?”
“What’s the price?” Kai asked.
“How about 10,000 immortal spirit stones?” she offered with a smile.
“10,000 immortal spirit stones?” Kai raised an eyebrow.
“For that flimsy talisman? You might as well just go out and rob people!”
“Fellow Daoist, if you think it’s too expensive, we can negotiate!”
The woman with the blue ornament said with a smile.
“No, no…,” Kai replied, turning to leave.
But before he could take a step, the woman with the red ornament suddenly pointed her sword directly at him.
“Since you asked, you have to buy it. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being rude!”
She released a powerful aura, revealing her cultivation at the ninth rank of the Mahayana Realm!
“Are you forcing a sale?” Kai asked with an amused smile.
“Exactly. We sisters are fair in business—you pay with immortal spirit stones, and we give you a concealment talisman. It’s a simple transaction,” the woman with the blue ornament said casually.
“If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t have bothered with words. I’d have simply taken what I wanted with my sword.”
“This is the first time I’ve heard someone make forced sales sound so noble,” Kai said with a smirk. “I have immortal spirit stones, but I refuse to buy your talisman.”
“Boy, are you not afraid of death?” The woman with the blue ornament frowned.
“I’m afraid of death, but the two of you can’t kill me.”
Kai’s calm response made their expressions darken.
“Hmph! You’re just a third-grade Mahayana Realm cultivator, yet you dare talk big. Forget the two of us—I could send you to the afterlife with a single strike!” The woman with the red ornament sneered.
“Oh? I don’t believe that. Why don’t you try?”
Kai waved at her provocatively, his expression teasing.
“You’re asking for death!”
With a cold glare, the woman with the red ornament raised her sword, preparing to strike.
“Stop!”
A loud voice rang out, cutting through the tense air.
“The two of you, back off. This man is mine…”
A young man in a brocade robe strode forward, a jade pendant tied around his waist and a folding fan in his hand.
Behind him stood two cultivators with cold, indifferent expressions.