139: Chapter 118 The Good Disciple Who Fulfills the Wishes of Their Ancestors_3 139: Chapter 118 The Good Disciple Who Fulfills the Wishes of Their Ancestors_3 Moreover, their Spirit Field was not ordinarily vast, spanning over two acres.
They would never possibly offer such a precious Fourth-Grade Spirit Field to Four Treasures Peak.
If it weren’t for the fact that they were currently pleading with Cao Zhen to grant them the Four Agama Sutras, he would’ve directly asked Cao Zhen if he could afford to maintain a Fourth-Grade Spirit Field even if it were given to him.
Did he have Fourth-level Spirit Medicine to plant on it?
“Not possible?” Cao Zhen heard the remarks and began to walk outside, saying as he walked, “Seeing you , I think it’s better not to sell it to you.
Or, I could just go to the auction, auction it off.
After all, our Hundred Peaks Sect isn’t the only one practicing Zen cultivation; I bet the other Zen Cultivation Peaks would be interested too.”
“Peak Master Cao, please wait.” Yuan Ci hurriedly pulled Cao Zhen back, “Peak Master Cao, we can still negotiate, look, you were able to obtain the Four Agama Sutras, and you came to our Little Zen Peak, which means our Little Zen Peak is fated with the Four Agama Sutras, you should sell it to us.
You’ve been doing business lately, haven’t you, Peak Master Cao?
In business, isn’t it all about bargaining?”
The Four Agama Sutras were indeed a holy scripture of Zen Cultivation; anyone who cultivates Zen would definitely be interested in them.
If the Four Agama Sutras were to be auctioned, who knows how high the other Zen Cultivation Peaks would bid.
Little Zen Peak had no certainty of securing it.
“Doing business?” Cao Zhen laughed suddenly, pointing at Wu Xiang behind the crowd, he said with sarcasm, “Just now he said you monks from Little Zen Peak don’t do business, and now we’re talking business again?”
Instantly, everyone’s gaze fell upon Wu Xiang.
Wu Xiang never expected, even with the appearance of his master and the elders, the matter would still fall on him.
He had no choice but to reluctantly acknowledge, “Peak Master Cao, I am just a disciple of Little Zen Peak and cannot represent Little Zen Peak.”
“Oh, now you know to call yourself a ‘junior monk’?
Weren’t you always addressing yourself as mine before?” Cao Zhen looked at Wu Xiang with a teasing expression, “Are all you monks so truthful?
When I arrived, you would just use ‘you’ to address me; now that you’re pleading, you know to call me Peak Master Cao.”
Grinding his teeth in frustration, Wu Xiang’s heart was filled with intense resentment.
Damn Cao Zhen, to defame him in front of his master and so many people, utterly outrageous!
Although he was the head disciple of Little Zen Peak, he was not without other brothers, and he knew how many people were eyeing the position of head disciple.
“Amitabha, Peak Master Cao, a million taels of Spirit Stones is too much; our Little Zen Peak doesn’t have so many Spirit Stones,” said Yuan Ci, forced to speak up again, realizing it was pointless to continue arguing with Cao Zhen; better to discuss the price directly.
Then forget it, I won’t take that million taels of Spirit Stones,” Cao Zhen gestured magnanimously.
“Peak Master Cao is benevolent!”
“Peak Master Cao is generous.”
Yuan Ci and the others began praising Cao Zhen when they heard he didn’t want the million Spirit Stones; however, they were surprised inside.
How did Cao Zhen suddenly become so easy to talk to?
“Easy to say, easy to say,” Cao Zhen pointed outside and said, “I don’t want the Spirit Stones, but you can’t refuse me that Spirit Field, right?”
People from Little Zen Peak finally understood why Cao Zhen was so easy to talk to; he was here waiting for them at this point.
“Peak Master Cao, it’s absolutely impossible to give up that Spirit Field.”
“Peak Master Cao, one Spirit Field is too much.”
Cao Zhen looked at Yuan Ci as if he had suffered a great loss and said, “Too much for one?
Then a half.” He also knew that directly asking for a Fourth-Grade Spirit Field, Little Zen Peak wouldn’t agree.
Yuan Ci shook his head with a troubled expression, “Peak Master Cao, that Spirit Field is from our Ancestral Elders, if we part with half, I really can’t explain it to the people of Little Zen Peak or account to the Immortal Ancestor.”
“No problem, you can return with the Four Agama Sutras, right?” Cao Zhen said, then sighed as if making a difficult decision, “Fine, I’ll take another loss, so a half is too much?
Then I’ll only take one acre of the Spirit Field.”
“Peak Master Cao, we only have a little over two acres in total.
One acre is nearly half.”
Seeing Yuan Ci still wanted to haggle, Cao Zhen swept his sleeve and started walking outside again, angrily saying, “I already dropped the million taels of Spirit Stones, and reduced from a full Fourth-Grade Spirit Field to half, and finally to one acre.
I’ve been lowering my price the whole time.
Bargaining and business don’t work this way!
This is my final offer, one acre of Fourth-Grade Spirit Field.
Agree, and I’ll give you the complete Four Agama Sutras.
If you don’t, I’ll leave right now.”
“Peak Master Cao, please wait, please wait!” Seeing Cao Zhen not heeding him and still walking outside, Yuan Ci hurriedly called out, “Peak Master Cao, we agree, one acre of Fourth-Grade Spirit Field.”
As soon as he finished, he himself took a long sigh of relief.
The Fourth-Grade Spirit Field was certainly valuable.
If it weren’t for the Four Agama Sutras, he would never exchange the Spirit Field with anyone.
But at least they still had a little over one acre left, right?
A diminished Spirit Field could perhaps be replenished through other means, but the Four Agama Sutras, if they missed this chance, they didn’t know when they would be able to complete it again!
“That’s more like it,” Cao Zhen stopped, turning his head to look at Yuan Ci and said, “Then let’s sign and seal the deal.”