The Cultivator's Reborn to 1970s
Chapter 132 - 110 (Second Update)

Chapter 132: 110 (Second Update)

"You wait here for Lin Guohao and the others, I’ll go over with Lan Tian," Mo Junhua, who had taken a few steps, suddenly turned back and told Wu Zongyu not to follow.

Wu Zongyu glanced at him and then shifted his gaze to Lan Tian, signaling for Lan Tian to make the decision.

Lan Tian thought for a moment and said, "Too many people will make him think the item is unique and seek a high price. Let’s split into two groups. I’ll go check it out with Mo Junhua first. You wait here for Grandpa Lin’s family brothers to come over together. If we all leave, they won’t find anyone when they get here."

Wu Zongyu nodded his head in agreement.

After they agreed on the plan, Lan Tian and Mo Junhua were already heading towards the old man, while Wu Zongyu stood beside the vehicle, looking in their direction and turning back to look at the vehicle behind him to wait for them to join.

The vehicle behind saw the one in front suddenly pull over and then stop. Mr. Mo’s granddaughter and son-in-law headed to Antique Street, with Wu Zongyu standing by the side of the car. Fortunately, they were not driving fast; a slightly higher speed and the two cars could easily rear-end each other, turning it into a chain collision.

"Why did they stop ahead?" Lin Guofu looked at the vehicle in front and asked Lin Guohao next to him.

How would he know? He was in the same car with them; how would he know what happened to the car in front? Such a stupid question was asked, and Lin Guohao didn’t even want to deal with this idiot brother.

"Guoqiang, you pull over and stop too. Let’s get down and have a look."

Lin Guoqiang parked the car, and the three brothers got out and walked towards Wu Zongyu.

"Zongyu, where did they go?" Lin Guohao lifted his chin towards the direction of Lan Tian. Just now he saw the vehicle hadn’t even stopped firmly when that girl tried to jump out, her audacity a bit too much. Fortunately, her man stopped her. Otherwise, if something happened, Grandpa wouldn’t skin them alive.

She’s not afraid of death, but she better not drag them into it!

"They went to Antique Street. Lan Tian suddenly wanted to look around, so we had to pull over. I stayed here to wait for you guys. Let’s go!" After the three of them arrived, Wu Zongyu went towards the direction of Lan Tian and Mo Junhua.

"Second brother, this wasn’t part of the plan, was it?" Watching Wu Zongyu and the eldest brother walk away, Lin Guofu stroked his chin, his expression a bit odd as he looked at Lin Guoqiang.

"Don’t overthink it. With your brain, you wouldn’t figure anything out even by tomorrow morning. Let’s go!" Lin Guoqiang patted his shoulder and caught up from behind.

Lan Tian and Mo Junhua caught up from behind the old man, staying a few steps away. They pretended to look at the antique calligraphy and paintings at the roadside stalls while their Divine Sense swept over the old man’s cart, which was filled with his collection of scrap copper and rusty iron along with paper. The Divine Sense landed on a circular iron plate as big as a pot lid, about five to six centimeters thick.

Lan Tian’s eyes brightened, unable to believe her luck was so good. She had just thought about refining a Thunder artifact, and she quickly found the Thunder Stone. After scanning it a few times with Divine Sense, confirming that the item was indeed the Thunder Stone she was looking for, Lan Tian lost all interest in strolling and slowly walked towards the old man.

The old man’s cart was parked in front of a noodle shop, as if he was tired of pushing it and sat on the cart to rest, calling out to passersby to buy antiques while fanning himself with a straw hat.

The roadside vendors selling antique calligraphy and paintings saw him stop. Quite a few stall owners came over since they had no customers at their own stalls. They rummaged through the old man’s cart, picking out items that looked ancient and well-preserved, and after some bargaining with the old man, they bought them.

The remaining scrap copper and iron were unwanted and could only be sold to a scrap collection station. No one was interested in the Thunder Stone that caught Lan Tian’s eye.

Lan Tian stood in front of the cart, waiting for a stall owner in front to agree on a price with the old man and walk away with the item after paying. Only then did Lan Tian step forward and rummage through the cart.

"Old man, how do you sell these scrap copper and iron?" Lan Tian asked about the price after rummaging for a while.

The old man looked benevolent and amiable, with a friendly smile, "These are leftovers picked by others. They can only be sold to the scrap collection station. They aren’t worth much, just scrap iron. If the girl wants them, wait until the old man has collected the goods and come back tomorrow. The girl should come early tomorrow."

Lan Tian smiled, "Old man, I’m not a businesswoman, I just need a piece of iron for home." She gestured the size of the iron piece, "About this big, a bit bigger than a pot lid. I looked outside and couldn’t find one; the metal shops won’t sell small pieces, only big chunks."

Inside the old man’s cart were indeed quite a few iron pieces of the size Lan Tian mentioned, all semi-new.

"Then you pick. It’s sold by piece, one three mao for a pot lid-sized one, five mao for one a bit larger, like this one..." The old man tapped the Thunder Mother Stone that Lan Tian was interested in with his straw hat, "This one is very heavy, seems like iron but doesn’t quite, must weigh a few hundred jin. Ordinary people can’t carry it; my three sons and I had a hard time lifting it onto the cart, it should be a treasure. I won’t sell it for less than fifty yuan." The old man emphasized by stretching out five fingers.

Before, others had asked, knowing the price the old man set, they all said he was crazy for money, asking for fifty for an iron piece. It’s laughable for him to even say it. Outside, scrap iron goes for five fen a jin, only five mao for ten jin, a thousand jin for fifty. Does his iron piece weigh a thousand jin? As if people’s money comes from the wind.

Wu Zongyu and Lin Guohao came to find Lan Tian, and just happened to hear the old man’s boastful claim. Approaching the cart, they took a look at the so-called treasure, which seemed very ordinary. It was just an iron piece.

"Hey, don’t get fooled by people, it’s just an ordinary block of iron."

Afraid that Lan Tian would be cheated, Lin Guofu even took a piece of scrap iron and tapped the iron piece, which sounded ’clang clang.’ He flipped it but couldn’t turn it over, indeed appearing a bit heavy as the old man had said.

Lin Guohao and Lin Guoqiang, the two brothers, went over to knock and tap the iron piece to examine it. After inspecting it, they stood aside. The group of them had gathered only because of Mr. Mo, their relationship neither close nor distant – it was shallow and not to be overstated. In the end, it all depended on Lan Tian’s decision.

Given the respect for Mr. Mo, the necessary warning still had to be given.

"It’s just an ordinary chunk of iron, it’s not worth that much." Whether you buy it is up to you.

Wu Zongyu stepped forward and took a careful look at the iron piece. Having been well-read since childhood, his knowledge was impressive. After examining it, he turned back to Lan Tian and said, "Guohao is right, it’s a common piece of iron, likely from an ironware store. Are you sure you want to buy it?"

Lan Tian knew their concerns were out of good intentions, worried she would be deceived. Some things couldn’t be explained clearly, and Lan Tian didn’t wish to explain, but she appreciated their sentiment and smiled kindly, "Not necessarily, I’m just casually looking."

Picking and choosing, she selected a few more intact iron pieces, glanced at that chunk of iron, and took a piece of scrap iron from the side to curiously tap on the treasured block; then, setting down the iron piece, she said to Mo Junhua, "I want this piece too, it looks pleasing to the eye, who knows, it might really be a treasure."

Lin Guoqiang was about to persuade Lan Tian not to be fooled, but Lin Guohao, knowing his crude nature, shot him a cold glance. They had said what they needed to say; it was her business if she wanted to buy it. Didn’t you see Wu Zongyu didn’t even speak up?

Lin Guofu spread his hands, no good deed goes unpunished! Alright, he would say no more, would that make everyone happy? After all, it was not his money being spent.

Mo Junhua handed over the money, and Lan Tian, holding those iron pieces, was about to give them to Mo Junhua when she saw him trying the weight of the treasured block. With a breath sunk to his Dantian, in one effort, he held the chunk and headed out of Antique Street, taking firm steps as if he wasn’t carrying a few hundred pounds of iron, but a bag of just a few dozen pounds of flour.

The onlookers were astonished!

Wow! A Heroic Strongman! That was what Wu Zongyu and the other three were thinking.

God, someone is really buying that thing? That was what the stallholders onlookers were thinking.

Finally, this thing was sold off, making a tidy profit – the old man’s smile was even more amiable, it seemed the fortune teller was right, he was going to make a windfall today.

After leaving the alley, Lan Tian suddenly stopped and said seriously, "Junhua, put down the iron block, I’ll carry it myself."

"What’s wrong? What happened?" Lin Guofu, who was walking ahead, heard Lan Tian and turned back, "Girl, that iron chunk is really heavy, I’ve tried it, you won’t be able to carry it – truly, I’m not lying to you."

Lin Guofu looked at Lan Tian’s slender arms and legs, afraid she would be crushed to death by the iron block.

Mo Junhua also looked at Lan Tian, obviously expecting a reasonable explanation! Wu Zongyu and others also watched her, unable to guess what she was planning.

"Girl, I’ve been meaning to ask, what are you buying the iron chunk for?"

"I want to refine a weapon, this piece of iron is the raw material."

Refine a weapon?

Wu Zongyu and the others stared at her with wide eyes, astonished, and it took a long while before they could come to their senses. They had never expected such an explanation.

Girl, what on earth do you do for a living? Do you need to forge your own weapons? Are you a spy or a homicidal maniac? Lin Guofu felt as if there was something wrong with his ears and specifically gave them a clear.

Hearing Lan Tian wanted to refine a weapon, Mo Junjun was astonished, then suddenly understood. He hesitated while looking at the iron block in his hand; this thing must weigh at least three to four hundred pounds, and carrying it was quite strenuous for him. He could only manage to go two or three more miles at most, which was just enough to reach where they parked.

Lan Tian saw the concern in Mo Junhua’s eyes and confidently said, "Don’t worry, I never do anything I’m not sure about."

After Mo Junhua put down the iron block, Lan Tian walked over and crouched down, her fingers gently stroked the iron block, her hand paused, eyes closed, a thread of Divine Sense condensed into a needle and drilled into the Thunder Stone; after penetrating one-third of the way, Lan Tian showed a look of surprise and abruptly opened her eyes.

After Lan Tian crouched down, Mo Junhua stood by her side, with Wu Zongyu and the others opposite to her. Everyone watched how she would pick up the iron block, only to see her suddenly close her eyes, making the scene quite eerie.

"Why did she close her eyes?" Lin Guofu murmured, stroking his chin, but no one paid her any attention.

Lin Guohao also sensed the unusual nature of the situation and glanced at Wu Zongyu and then turned to look at Mo Junhua. Both men wore serious expressions, as if they knew why she did that.

Lan Tian opened her eyes to see several pairs of eyes staring intensely at her. She touched her face, "What’s wrong?"

"Girl, did you find something?"

Lan Tian shook her head, "I didn’t find anything."