My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 163 - 161: Believing in Evil_1

Chapter 163: Chapter 161: Believing in Evil_1

"Spencer Aiden" shook his head without hesitation: "I’m just a ghost, I don’t need those things."

The Bamboo Hat Woman was relentless: "You gave a high price but refused to buy it yourself. Weren’t you just trying to trap the stall owner? If I don’t buy it, they might never sell it."

Those spirits became anxious, and Owen Bertram seemed irritated, glaring and saying, "Fine, I’ll buy it, fifteen Spirit Jades for you! My Fiery Golden Eyes never make a mistake, even if I can’t use it, I won’t lose money by reselling it!"

He threw out fifteen Spirit Jades, and a group of spirits quickly packed up the spiritual medicine on the stall and handed it to him, then thanked him and left.

The Bamboo Hat Woman looked at him with a seemingly amused stare, then mingled behind him among the other ghostly beings coveting a bargain.

Owen Bertram secretly praised his luck. These spiritual medicines were of great quality and could be used for his own alchemy.

As for why he wanted Spencer Aiden to show this kind of character...

Soon, there were stall owners who actively approached him to "appraise" their treasures.

These cultivators of different kinds, most of them with limited knowledge, couldn’t identify the treasures they had picked up or dug up. They could only estimate a price and sell them if the price seemed right. Now, however, they wanted to know the true value of their treasures, so they sought Owen Bertram’s help.

Owen Bertram didn’t refuse anyone and didn’t charge a fee. After looking at the items, he directly purchased anything suitable for himself.

This sales tactic was already overused by those "appraisal experts" from his previous life, but when applied in the Eight Desolates, it was simply unstoppable!

Owen Bertram was not greedy either. If you came to me for appraisal, I wouldn’t charge you a fee, but the price I’d buy the items for would be a little bit lower than the market price.

After going through with this routine, he bought quite a lot of spiritual medicine and treasure material, and even acquired a Tire-3 Spiritual Flame! However, the crucial alchemy furnace was still not to be found.

He sighed to himself, "I can only go this far today, I’ll try my luck again tomorrow night."

He yelled and waved to the ghost creatures behind him, "Disperse, disperse, it’s over for tonight, I’m going!" Then, he swaggered his way out of the Ghost Zone.

Tonight’s harvest was quite bountiful. The spiritual medicines for refining the Divine Seal Pill were gathered, and many rare spiritual medicines and treasure materials were purchased. Spencer Aiden hummed a tune as he left the Ghost Zone and walked several miles through the mountain path, slightly tilting his head back and snorting coldly: So brazen?

A few dozen steps behind him, the Bamboo Hat Woman silently followed.

Owen Bertram changed his mind and stopped, turning around to boldly boast, "Don’t bother following me. There can be no future between a human and a ghost. I understand that my heroic spirit and elegant demeanor is as radiant as a pearl in this vast dark night, making it difficult for women like you not to be attracted to me.

But I must advise you to withdraw early, cut off the ties of affection, and avoid a tragic ending..."

The Bamboo Hat Woman was taken aback and nearly choked, "I knew you were arrogant, but I didn’t expect you to be so narcissistic!" A white porcelain wine cup floated up behind her, suddenly growing to the size of a house and immediately being aimed at Spencer Aiden’s head.

"After catching you, you lecherous ghost, I’ll refine your tongue first!"

"See if you dare to be disrespectful again!"

Owen Bertram shook Spencer Aiden’s ghost body but found that the silver light in the white porcelain wine cup pinned him down and rendered him unable to move!

Not only that, but any attempt to forcefully break free would subject his ghost body to countless stabbing pains, as if being pierced by countless heated needles. It was unbearable.

"This old woman actually has a magic treasure specifically for restraining ghost beings!" Owen Bertram secretly exclaimed, but he wouldn’t just sit and do nothing. Spencer Aiden’s ghost body was carrying a large number of spiritual medicines and treasure materials he had purchased this time.

Confident in her treasure, Bamboo Hat Woman easily subdued a Tire-2 Little Ghost. If she hadn’t had strong power, how could she have dared to scheme against a Ghost Zone?

But the little ghost had obviously been restrained, yet suddenly a pitch-black power shot out from his left eye. It seemed to lightly touch the silver light, and the silver light instantly shattered, causing the white porcelain wine cup to sway and fall back into its owner’s hand!

Bamboo Hat Woman frowned: What kind of power? It was obviously related to ghost spirits, but I’ve never seen it before?

She held the wine cup and was even more astonished: a hint of fissure had appeared on the white porcelain wine cup treasure!

This was a Tire-4 Magical Artifact! Moreover, it was a Tire-4 specifically for restraining ghost spirits! It was extremely difficult to refine, and a single crack proved that the artifact’s core had been damaged. It wouldn’t be easily repaired with just a few nourishments.

She was distraught and cursed her bad luck.

Ever since she met this old lecher, it seemed she was the fierce and menacing one, but in reality, she had been at a disadvantage in the shadows since the spiritual medicine deal, not to mention the substantial loss from the Tire-4 Magical Artifact being damaged – she really had taken a great hit.

And the old lecher? He hadn’t even been harmed a hair...

She had a principle in life: Trust the evil!

Since she couldn’t suppress this old ghost and was constantly being taken advantage of by him, she just got as far away from him as possible – that’s why she wanted to turn and leave immediately.

Spencer Aiden raised his hands: "We have no grievances, no need to be cruel to each other, right?"

Owen Bertram used the Commander’s Token to store three strands of Huangquan Power in Spencer Aiden’s ghost body and had just used up one strand. Since the Bamboo Hat Woman did not recognize Huangquan Power on the spot, Owen Bertram knew that her rank must be below that of the Four Great Ghost Kings.

Bamboo Hat Woman snapped, "You ruined my plans, and you say we have no grievances?"

Owen Bertram’s eyes rolled, "Old lady, I see you’re good at catching ghosts, and I have a big deal here. Are you interested?"

Bamboo Hat Woman sneered, "Daydreaming!"

She decided to truly turn and leave this time, looking after her treasured magic artifact with great care. She needed to find a secluded place to heal and repair it.

But the old lecher caught up with her from behind: "Don’t be so heartless, old woman. We’re of the same age, and we do have something in common..."

His frivolity made Bamboo Hat Woman’s forehead veins throb violently. She suddenly turned back and struck out with a palm, which suddenly transformed into a claw halfway through. The surging spiritual energy turned into a fierce wind, gripping Spencer Aiden’s neck tightly.

"Uh..." Owen Bertram was at a loss for words; his ghost body was just too weak.

"Stay away from me!" Bamboo Hat Woman said word by word, her voice no longer hoarse and aged, but clear and crisp.

She flung her hand and Spencer Aiden flew out, but as his ghost hung midair, he still continued to chatter, "Not an old woman? Well, then you should call me grandpa..."

"Looking for death!" Bamboo Hat Woman flew into a rage. Owen Bertram hurriedly said, "Don’t act rashly. There’s a big deal, and it’s related to ghost beings. Your abilities are just right for it."

Bamboo Hat Woman ignored him and charged over. Owen Bertram anxiously said, "Henry’s Treasure! Is this big deal big enough?"

Bamboo Hat Woman’s bizarre movements came to an abrupt halt, and her bamboo hat’s brim almost touched Spencer Aiden’s neck.

"Prince Henry?"