"This vehicle is currently the most expensive car in all of Yunchuan—priced at over seven million yuan. Miss Qian Yun said that if you're not satisfied with it, she can contact a 4S dealership and have a new one shipped from overseas. It would simply require a few days' wait."
It wasn't that Qian Yun was reluctant to spend more; there were, indeed, cars worth tens of millions—exotic supercars—but none were immediately available. Each required advance payment and a long wait before delivery.
"This is perfect. I like it very much."
This was a luxury car, after all. A Rolls-Royce—seven years ago, Mo Lin wouldn't have dared to even dream of such extravagance.
"Sir, would you like me to escort you to the villa?" the woman in the red dress asked respectfully.
"No need. I'm heading to the Sifang Courtyard."
The night before, Mo Lin had worked tirelessly to forge four ghost artifacts. Now, he intended to sell them at Sifang Courtyard in exchange for spirit currency.
Without wasting further words, he started the car and followed the navigation.
As expected of a luxury vehicle, the ride was incredibly smooth, absorbing every bump and ripple in the road. After about twenty minutes of driving, he arrived at his destination.
Mo Lin had initially assumed that the Sifang Courtyard would be a street market. But as he approached, he realized it more closely resembled a massive stadium—spanning over six thousand square meters, bustling with people.
There was only one entrance, guarded by uniformed security.
Mo Lin entered smoothly, and was immediately greeted by a sea of figures, bustling like a marketplace.
"Young man, interested in a ghost? Regular class—just seven thousand spirit coins," a man called out to him.
"No," Mo Lin replied, shaking his head.
The place was filled with an assortment of bizarre merchandise—ghost-catching talismans, peachwood swords… Whether these were genuine or effective, Mo Lin had no way of knowing.
There were even vendors openly selling captured ghosts.
Further inside was an area dedicated to ghost artifacts.
Ghost artifacts of every imaginable shape and style were spread out across the ground—bells, daggers, orbs—all imbued with spiritual energy for either attack or defense.
Mo Lin casually picked up one shaped like a small bell. "Low-grade. Single-use. And slightly damaged."
It was as though he'd struck the vendor's heart with those words.
The vendor roared, "Do you even know what you're talking about? This might be a single-use item, but it's premium!"
He looked at Mo Lin as if he were some bumpkin who'd never seen real merchandise before.
"How much?" Mo Lin asked, more curious about pricing than the seller's opinion.
"Three thousand spirit coins," the vendor replied slowly.
Three thousand was a fortune. In terms of value, that was like thirty million in cash.
Of course, it was merely a metaphor—no one would exchange real money for spirit coins.
"What would be the price of a ghost artifact usable six times?" Mo Lin asked tentatively.
The vendor looked at him as though he'd lost his mind. "You really don't know anything, huh?"
"Artifacts that can be used more than three times are treasures! Do you think things like that are sold in markets?"
It was true. The greater the number of uses, the more valuable the artifact. Most items here could only be used once or twice. Artifacts with more than three uses were rare and usually snatched up instantly by top-tier ghost handlers.
From this brief conversation, Mo Lin realized something: his seven-use artifact might be worth quite a lot.
"You must be new to ghost-handling, huh?" the vendor asked, sizing him up.
"Not exactly," Mo Lin replied with a half-smile. He was indeed capable of commanding ghosts, but his true identity was something far beyond a mere ghost handler.
"Let me be straight with you—if you're looking for an artifact that can be used three or more times, you need luck, strength, and connections. Otherwise, forget about it."
Mo Lin then pulled out a short sword and handed it over. "How much do you think this one is worth?"
The vendor casually took the artifact, about to dismiss it with the same air of superiority, when his voice suddenly caught in his throat.
"Th-this…"
"W-what the…"
Stunned beyond words, the vendor stared at the item in his hands. He, a seasoned trader, was not easily impressed—but this... this was beyond anything he'd ever seen.
The artifact could be used seven times.
Never in his career had he encountered such a thing. He had believed six to be the theoretical maximum.
"You're looking to sell?" Mo Lin asked calmly.
"Young man... you flatter me. I couldn't possibly afford something like this…"
It wasn't that he didn't want it—he simply didn't have the means. The artifact's value was likely astronomical, well beyond his financial capacity.
Mo Lin frowned slightly. "Is it not good enough?"
He wasn't being modest—he genuinely didn't understand. In the underworld, this was a low-tier item, restricted in usage and function.
"Young man, don't say such things. If your artifact is considered low-grade, then nothing else here even qualifies as merchandise!"
"I'll help you spread the word," the vendor offered, clearing his throat before shouting, "Brand new ghost artifact! Seven uses! Who wants to buy?"
His voice boomed through the marketplace like a gong, instantly grabbing everyone's attention.
"What? Seven uses?"
"No way!"
"I thought six was the max! Is this a joke?"
"Could it be true?"
Ghost handlers were inherently drawn to such news. Within seconds, Mo Lin found himself surrounded by a curious and excited crowd.
"Is it real?"
"Are you lying?"
"Can it really be used seven times?"
"I've never even heard of such a thing!"
The vendor handed the artifact back to Mo Lin. "I've done my part. The rest is up to you."
Mo Lin nodded, raising the short sword slightly for all to see. "Yes, this ghost artifact can indeed be used seven times."
He hadn't even finished his sentence when someone interrupted.
"Low-grade?"
"You're calling that a low-grade artifact?"
"Are you joking?"
"Are you serious right now?"
"If this is low-grade, then everything sold here might as well be trash!"
Mo Lin was utterly baffled by the reaction. In the underworld, an artifact with limited uses was undeniably considered low-tier. That wasn't up for debate.
Why were they treating it like a divine relic?
What was commonplace in the underworld… turned out to be a priceless treasure in the world of mortals.