Summit Farmer
Chapter 1286: Mass Sale of Immortal Artifacts_1

Chapter 1286: Chapter 1286: Mass Sale of Immortal Artifacts_1

Since everyone knew he was selling Immortal Artifacts, Peter Brown no longer hid his intentions. After formulating his plan, Peter did not use Metamorphosis to alter his appearance and directly made his way to the biggest auction firm.

Upon Peter’s entrance, a lady from the Demon Clan approached with a smile and asked, "What items would you like to auction, fellow Daoist?"

"Please have your shopkeeper come to discuss this."

Peter carried an air of arrogance.

Soon, a middle-aged woman with tiger-like features approached and, upon seeing Peter, her eyes lit up and she said, "Fellow Daoist, please come this way."

Understanding the look in her eyes, Peter knew that everyone was well aware of his situation here.

Once they entered a room, Peter did not hold back, stating directly, "I have a large number of Immortal Artifacts for sale."

"That’s completely fine. We are the most trustworthy auction firm here. Do you wish to auction them, or sell them directly to us?"

"Direct sale."

"That might result in less money compared to an auction."

"As long as the price is right, I can accept it."

The tiger lady’s face broke into an even broader smile as she asked, "What kind of transaction method would you like?"

"I want Demon Marshal-level cores or higher, as well as some materials and Immortal Grass."

"That can be arranged."

Peter then started to take out the Immortal Artifacts one by one.

After the battle with several sects, although Peter didn’t take the items from the numerous lower-rank warriors, there were still many members above the Profound Immortal Level that were slain by him and his warriors. The rings collected by his warriors were handed over to him. After a period of cleaning, Peter’s ring was filled with a mountainous stash of Immortal Artifacts.

This time, Peter didn’t take out everything; he only took out some heavy weapons preferred by the Demon Clan, such as bladed weapons, guns, staffs, clubs, and hammers.

Indeed, the tiger-shaped woman was shocked to see so many Immortal Artifacts taken out all at once, and she was left speechless at Peter’s wealth.

Had this not been the auction firm, the lady from the Demon Clan would have even entertained the notion of killing and looting.

"Demon Marshal cores aren’t cheap, and your Immortal Artifacts are quite good. Let’s have some old monsters from the Demon Clan calculate the value before we proceed," said the tiger lady.

Shortly after, a few Old Monsters of the Demon Clan came out and began to appraise each item.

Peter sat there, watching everyone calculate the value while his Divine Sense probed the surroundings.

Of course, Peter’s Ruyi Furnace was secretly protecting his entire body, because it’s better to be safe than sorry.

Luckily, there were no incidents of robbery here, and after some time, the tiger lady said, "You’ve provided a total of one thousand Immortal Artifacts. After assessing their value, you should be paid one hundred and fifty thousand Demon Marshal-level cores."

"That’s acceptable. Replace fifty thousand of those with the materials and Immortal Grass I need."

Peter handed her a Jade Slip, which contained a list of the required items.

The tiger lady looked over it for a moment and then said, "We happen to have all the things you’re asking for."

Shortly afterwards, a ring was handed over to Peter.

After inspecting the ring, Peter nodded in satisfaction and said, "Alright, let’s finalize the transaction like this."

With one hundred thousand Demon Marshal-level cores in hand, Peter now left and walked out.

As he watched Peter’s departing figure, the tiger lady’s expression became complex. How could someone from the Human Clan be so bold and fearless? What kind of confidence did he have to act like this?

"I’ve secretly sent out the message."

A wolf-shaped demon soldier said behind her.

"Follow them, see if there’s an opportunity."

By then, a message had already spread throughout the city: a person from the Human Clan sold over a thousand Immortal Artifacts, exchanged them for a large amount of materials and immortal grass, and still possessed no less than one hundred thousand Marshal-level Cores.

As soon as this news was released, everyone was shocked. Various powers started to mobilize, all wanting to understand what exactly the situation was. Of course, many more people were preparing to take action.

Peter Brown certainly knew what everyone was thinking. Having exchanged so many Marshal-level cores, Peter now had only one thought: to see if so many Marshal-level cores could indeed break through that door.

When he returned to his residence, Peter still noticed the change in the way people looked at him, but Peter didn’t care about these things. This place was better regulated than many others; if overt robbery occurred here, he believed the city would descend into chaos.

He laid out one hundred thousand Marshal-level cores in a circle around him, and sitting cross-legged in the center, Peter began to voraciously Swallow them up.

This time, Peter was using his Divine Sense to monitor the Swallowing process.

As the energy of each core merged into his body, Peter found that the energies were dispersed into every acupoint and cell without any significant change. But each location was already full and simply couldn’t continue.

Suddenly, when Peter’s mind quivered, he saw a phantom image of a large saber beginning to take shape in front of the door.

Hi!

Peter had always been a man of the saber, and now the apparition that was taking shape was indeed a large saber.

Seeing the change, Peter’s spirit surged with excitement. Any change was a good sign.

As the Demon Cores were being absorbed in large quantities, the saber began to solidify from its phantasmal state.

However, Peter still found this transformation too slow, excruciatingly so.

After another bout of Swallowing, the saber became a bit more distinct.

Yet suddenly, Peter realized that the energy of all one hundred thousand cores had been fully consumed.

How could this be?

Peter was astonished; how much energy would be needed for the saber to fully form?

After a rough calculation, Peter estimated that it might take five times the same amount to truly solidify the saber.

How much energy was that!

The thought alone made Peter’s scalp tingle with horror at the sheer magnitude of energy required, feeling the figurative pain.

However, the thought of being able to use that saber to break through the portal made Peter grit his teeth and continue this act of energy accumulation.

Could he exchange for some more?

After some thought, Peter dismissed the idea. So many sales had already made him the target of everyone; his immediate task was to leave as quickly as possible.

There were no Demon Generals or higher-level experts here, but if a high-ranking member of the Demon Clan found out about his Wealth, Peter would truly be in trouble.

With this thought, Peter packed up and quickly left the inn.

As Peter was walking out of the inn, his Divine Sense picked up numerous waves of spiritual energy.

It seems there were quite a few people watching him. He would just have to wait and see what would happen.

His destination was the Human Clan settlement. Once he left the city, Peter had already deployed various defense measures.