Chapter 43: An unexpected surprise

The three people, Hei Pi, had been mixing on this street for many years and were typical hooligans, so they naturally knew the principle of not suffering immediate losses. They all shouted, "No more, no more, we don't want this money."

Ye Bufan said, "Are you sure you don't want it? 6.2 million is a very large sum, enough for you to live on for a lifetime."

Hei Pi said, "Little brother, we know we were wrong. Please, just let us go this one time. We won't dare to do it again in the future."

Ye Bufan looked at the smashed pottery figurine and asked, "Honestly, how much did you get this thing for?"

Hei Pi knew that he had encountered a ruthless character today, so he could only tell the truth: "30 yuan."

"30 yuan, right? Then I'll buy it. Here's 100 yuan, keep the change."

As Ye Bufan spoke, he pulled out a hundred-yuan bill and slapped it on his face, then turned and walked towards the pile of shattered pottery figurines.

Everyone looked bewildered, including Hei Pi, who didn't know what Ye Bufan wanted with this pile of junk.

Under the gaze of passersby, Ye Bufan rummaged through the cardboard box and then pulled out a black ring, which was the one the pottery figurine had been wearing on its hand.

Although the pottery figurine was only 40 centimeters tall, this ring was no different from an ordinary ring, except that it looked black and had no decorations or patterns. If it were thrown on a street stall, it probably wouldn't even be worth two yuan.

"What does this Young man mean? Why is he looking for such a broken ring?"

"Who knows? This ring doesn't look valuable at all. Forget 100, I wouldn't even want it for 10 yuan…"

The three people, Hei Pi, looked at each other, all with bewildered expressions, not knowing what this Young man was going to do.

They didn't know that Ye Bufan was ecstatic at this moment. He had already seen it when he was looking through the cardboard box just now.

The ring on the pottery figurine's hand was not an ordinary ring, but a rare Magical Artifact—a Storage Ring. This was a complete unexpected surprise.

As for how this Storage Ring ended up on the pottery figurine's hand, none of that mattered. What mattered was that he now had this Magic Treasure.

Although this thing had no offensive capabilities, it was definitely a High Grade Magic Treasure. With it, he wouldn't need to carry anything on him; he could just put it inside the ring.

He had seen the properties and uses of Storage Rings in the Legacy of the Ancient Medical Sect, thinking it was just a legendary item, but he never expected to encounter one today.

Just as he was about to put the ring away (This chapter is not finished, please turn the page), someone next to him suddenly called out, "Little benefactor, can this poor Daoist have a look at that ring?"

Ye Bufan turned his head and saw an old Daoist walking over.

The old Daoist was about fifty or sixty years old, wearing a green Daoist robe and carrying a long sword on his back, giving off a rather immortal and Daoist aura.

However, after seeing him, Ye Bufan frowned. Although the old Daoist looked presentable, he exuded a sinister aura, clearly not a Cultivator of the Righteous Path.

But the old Daoist's abilities were real. Not only did he have strong magical power fluctuations, but his cultivation had actually reached the level he was at before Foundation Establishment.

This was the first Martial Artist he had encountered since obtaining the Legacy. It seemed that besides himself, there were other Martial Artists in this world.

At this moment, the old Daoist's eyes were shining as he stared at the ring, his eyes full of greed. It was clear that he too had seen the extraordinary nature of this ring.

Since Ye Bufan had already determined that the other party was not a good person, he naturally would not hand over the treasure he had obtained.

He said, "I'm sorry, I don't have a habit of letting others look at my things."

After speaking, he directly put the ring on his own hand.

The old Daoist clearly didn't want to give up, and said again, "Little benefactor, this ring is fated with this poor Daoist. How about selling it to me? This old Daoist will not let you suffer a loss. I am willing to offer 100,000."

When this price was announced, everyone else was slightly surprised. This ring looked black and unappealing, completely worthless. Was this old Daoist crazy? He was actually willing to offer 100,000.

Hei Pi and the others felt even worse. Their hearts were full of bitterness. They had just sold this pottery figurine for 100 yuan, and now someone was immediately offering 100,000 yuan. Was this fair?

The Storage Ring was a priceless treasure to Ye Bufan, so of course he wouldn't sell it casually. He said, "I also like this ring. I'm not selling it."

A cold glint flashed in the old Daoist's eyes, and he said again, "1 million, will you sell it?"

At this, the surrounding people were once again in an uproar. Although this was an antique street, 1 million was definitely not a small amount. Most antiques here couldn't fetch that price, let alone an unassuming ring.

Hei Pi and Xiao Ping Tou's eyes lit up even more. 1 million yuan, just like that, it slipped through their hands.

At this moment, they regretted it so much their intestines turned green. If it weren't for the fact that the other party was not to be provoked, they would have immediately rushed up and snatched the ring.

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) What they didn't expect was that Ye Bufan just shook his head slightly, showing no sign of being tempted, and turned to walk out of the crowd.

The old Daoist called out from behind, unwilling to give up, "Little benefactor, 10 million, this old Daoist is willing to offer 10 million for this ring."

Ye Bufan said without looking back, "Don't talk about 10 million, I wouldn't sell it for a hundred million."

"My heavens, what kind of ring is this? Is it more valuable than a top-grade diamond ring?"

"Impossible, how can a broken ring be worth so much money? I think the two of them are just putting on a show here…"

"Are you crazy? They've already left. Are they putting on a show for you? Besides, this ring isn't even his; Hei Pi and those guys gave it to him…"

Hearing the number 10 million, Hei Pi almost passed out, forgetting the pain in his hand.

Such a valuable item, and he actually used it for a scam. The most ridiculous thing was that he didn't get 6 million, but instead lost 10 million.

And when the old Daoist saw that Ye Bufan insisted on not selling, a sinister light flashed in his eyes, and then he walked out of the antique street.

Ye Bufan circled the antique street again, almost visiting every shop, but he still couldn't find the Magical Artifact he wanted, so he could only leave in disappointment.

After leaving the antique street, he found a secluded place and took off the Storage Ring.

This was an ownerless item, very convenient to use. He directly used his Divine Sense to make a mark on it, and it was now his.

This was a treasure left from before. He didn't know if there was anything good inside. Ye Bufan sent his Divine Sense into the Storage Ring, but found it empty, with nothing inside.

Although he was a little disappointed, he soon felt relieved.

The Storage Ring itself was a treasure. Just its capacity of several hundred square meters made it a rare High Grade item among Storage Rings.

With a thought, the cinnabar and yellow talisman paper he was holding disappeared, all transferred into the Storage Ring.

Inside this ring was an independent three-dimensional space. Except for living things, everything else could be stored.

Moreover, the space inside the ring was different from the outside world; there was no concept of time. Things placed inside would remain exactly as they were, and he would never have to worry about them expiring.

Just then, a cold voice suddenly came from nearby: "Kid, quickly hand over the treasure, and I can spare your life."