My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 886 - 468 Spoon_2

Chapter 886: Chapter 468 Spoon_2

But it was clear that Colby Dominic was no match for Sun Da Ren.

Subsequently, the Sixth Realm masters from the Crown Prince and Fourth Crown Prince’s families arrived consecutively, quietening the entire capital, leaving everyone waiting for the evaluations of the story-tellers. The eventual consensus was universal: None of them were Sun Da Ren’s match!

Although the family of the Crown Prince was incredibly powerful, with a Sixth Realm Venerable among them who held Five Merits, no matter what angle they considered, the conclusion was the same: the Crown Prince was unable to surpass Sun Da Ren. As for whether Sun Da Ren could defeat him, most believed it was a seventy percent chance.

It was at this point that everyone realized: Sun Da Ren was already strong even among the Sixth Realm! How long had it been since he reached the Sixth Realm? Or rather, how long had he been cultivating?

With the lively arrival of the four Sixth Realm masters in the capital, an unexpected outcome emerged. Out of the hundreds of storytellers in the capital, several "famous mouths" had emerged, known for their unique and accurate analyses of the Sixth Realm. Because of this, they gained a following of their own!

Regarding such "analyses," Sun Da Ren could only laugh. He was quite well aware that he should not underestimate any Sixth Realm master, like Master Tywin. Just because he had never fought a Sixth Realm battle, who could say he wasn’t intentionally concealing his strength?

These storytellers in the capital were all arranged by Andrew Oamond, whose methods were naturally learned from Sun Da Ren.

Sun Da Ren decided to keep a low profile, but Verna and Lily wanted to go out for food, he had no choice but to go with them.

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Verna’s safety, nor that he didn’t trust the safety of those who crossed paths with her, he was simply worried about her exposing herself too early.

At home, Sun Da Ren handed over unsolvable matters to his brother, who in turn passed on the problems that he couldn’t solve to Alexia. To sum it up, Verna was their ace in the hole, an existence Sun Da Ren was determined to keep a secret!

That day, Sun Da Ren led the two girls up and down Riverfront Street three times, eventually they returned home satisfied. As their carriage passed a crowded street filled with vendors on both sides, people were seen occasionally squatting down to look at objects on display.

Owen Bertram glanced at it; it was a market for used furniture, cookware, women’s jewelry, weapons, and various other items.

Owen Bertram told the civilian-dressed military officer driving the cart, "Slow down, don’t hit anyone."

Visibly excited, Verna’s nose twitched, "Brother, the dumplings over there smell amazing." Owen Bertram spotted a stall next to the road with a single cart, atop which a stove was set up. The frying pan was filled with oil, and dumplings were sizzling inside.

He couldn’t help but smile, "You’re still hungry?"

Verna earnestly nodded her head, so her elder brother took her to buy some. Verna and Lily had seven or eight dumplings each. Verna patted her tummy, looking very satisfied. She was about to tell her brother that they should go home when her nose twitched again, and she looked over at a nearby stall.

"Huh? It turns out I was wrong. It wasn’t the dumplings that smelled fragrant, it’s this." She pointed at something on the stall. Sun Da Ren went over, picked it up, and looked at it. He didn’t notice anything special, but he trusted Verna’s instincts and asked the stall owner, "How much is this?"

As Sun Da Ren picked up the item, a man leaning against a wall in the distance quietly crushed a talisman in his hand.

The stall owner was an ordinary middle-aged man, who seemed a bit slippery. Seeing Sun Da Ren, he quoted a high price: "Ten taels of silver."

The neighboring vendor looked disdainful. An old spoon had been offered for only three wen just a moment ago, and the woman with the round waist didn’t want it.

However, he decided not to say anything. Firstly, they were acquainted well. Secondly, this client didn’t seem to be a common man. How could he possibly fall for your scam? A busy-body might only end up instructing his servants to beat up this stall owner.

"It’s priced too low," the customer finally said.

The stall owner replied without much thought, "It’s really not expensive. This is an ancient artifact from the previous dynasty... Wait, what did you say? I priced it too low?"

"Priced too low," Sun Da Ren affirmed again. Verna held the old copper spoon tightly, unwilling to let go. Her big brother paused for a moment before offering, "I give you two choices. One, 300,000 taels of silver; Two, I’ll give you an opportunity of digging up a treasure. If you’re incapable, you can choose an heir from your family to inherit it."

Sun Da Ren was clear-cut in handling the situation. With a flip of his hand, two items appeared from his Storage Brocade Pouch. On one palm lay 300,000 taels of silver bills, on the other, an ancient book.

The vendors on both sides were dumbstruck. Upon hearing "300,000 taels of silver," the vendor next door turned pale, thinking this neighbor of his must have offended someone important. They seemed ready to teach him a lesson!

300,000 taels of silver, buying an old spoon. Do you dare to accept?

Even the stall owner was frightened. Stammering, he knelt down, kowtowing incessantly, "Sir, I realize my mistake. I shouldn’t have asked for such an exorbitant price. As someone as generous as you, who can just hand out 300,000 taels of silver like it’s nothing, please spare me..."

Owen Bertram shook his head, speaking kindly, "Don’t overthink. I mean what I said. I always keep my word."

Undervaluing a treasure could indeed be exhilarating, but that’s only in the early stages of cultivation. At Owen Bertram’s level, he knew that there was no such thing as a "bargain" - what you gained in price, you might pay in Cause and Effect!

The civilian-dressed military officer stepped forward and whispered in the vendor’s ear. The vendor looked uncertainly at Owen Bertram, "Is this...true?"

Owen Bertram just smiled faintly, "Indeed it is. Make your choice."