Cao Thief
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Chapter 29: Bad Luck
“Chu Ge! You—!”
Seeing that Chu Ge completely ignored him and casually took the item for himself, Ye Chen was instantly filled with fury.
“You little bastard! You insolent thing! Is that any way to speak to Senior Brother Chu?!”
Before Chu Ge even said anything, the inner sect disciple running the stall jumped in angrily, directly glaring at Ye Chen and scolding him harshly.
This was a perfect chance to show off in front of Senior Brother Chu, the Holy Lord’s personal disciple—how could he possibly let it slip by?
Suppressing the rage in his heart with great effort, Ye Chen spoke in a deep voice,
“How many spirit stones for this item? Sell it to me. I’ll pay double!”
Hearing this, the stall owner gave a disdainful laugh.
“This item has already been gifted to Senior Brother Chu. There’s no share for you.”
He had already vaguely guessed that the ancient jade was extraordinary, but he also knew very well that since Chu Ge had taken a liking to it, there was no way he himself could keep it. He could only blame his own lack of discernment. Since that was the case, he might as well be generous and do Chu Ge a favor—if he could build a good relationship with Chu Ge, it would be worth it.
Even if he couldn’t truly latch onto Chu Ge, just a little something leaking from the other party’s fingers would be enough for him to live richly. A personal disciple’s spending—how could it be small?
Having struggled in the inner sect for several years, he knew very well how to weigh gains and losses.
“Junior Brother Ye wants this item?”
Chu Ge finally spoke. He turned his head and looked at Ye Chen with a teasing smile.
‘Bastard! Chu Ge, you dog thief! You really deserve to die!!!’
Ye Chen cursed madly in his heart.
“Chu ... Senior Brother, could you part with it?”
Ye Chen’s fists clenched so tightly that they crackled, yet he still chose to bow his head. If he could obtain this item, he was willing to swallow his pride for now.
“Tsk, what a pity, Junior Brother. You’re too late.”
Chu Ge took in Ye Chen’s reaction, sighed with mock regret, and under Ye Chen’s nearly flame-spewing gaze, casually stored the ancient jade into his storage ring.
After that, he took out a small pouch of spirit stones. All of them were high-grade spirit stones, obtained from the inheritance of that Sixth-Heaven cultivator. He didn’t count them carefully, but there were no fewer than a hundred inside. Converted into low-grade spirit stones, that amounted to well over ten thousand—an enormous fortune for an inner sect disciple.
“As your senior brother, how could I take advantage of my junior for nothing?”
Chu Ge said lightly and casually tossed the pouch to the inner sect disciple.
This guy was quite sensible, so Chu Ge didn’t mind giving him a little benefit.
The inner sect disciple respectfully caught it, took a glance, and his heart immediately shook!
The pouch was packed full of high-grade spirit stones—dense and glittering inside.
With a rough look, he could tell there were around a hundred of them!
To him, this was an astronomical sum!
He’d struck it rich!
As expected of a personal disciple—his spending was truly extravagant!
Filled with emotion, he carefully put away the spirit stones. When he raised his head again, Chu Ge had already left, leaving only his retreating back.
“Safe travels, Senior Brother Chu!”
He bowed respectfully. Then he turned to look at Ye Chen beside him, whose face was as ugly as if he’d just swallowed several kilograms of filth, and immediately changed his expression.
“What are you still standing here for? Get lost already—don’t disturb my business!”
“With your status, you dare compete with Senior Brother Chu? You really don’t know what’s good for you!”
Hearing the muttering of that inner sect disciple, Ye Chen nearly crushed his molars from grinding his teeth.
“Pff!”
A mouthful of reversed blood burst out of his mouth!
He had already suffered serious injuries earlier; now, with his blood surging, he could no longer hold it in.
“Dammit! Your blood better not splash on me!”
The stall owner was startled into a violent shudder, letting out a strange yelp as he hurriedly dodged aside.
“Bad luck!” Seeing Ye Chen collapse directly to the ground, he muttered under his breath, immediately packed up his stall, and slipped away at top speed, his movements so practiced it was obvious he’d done this countless times before.
Ye Chen lay sprawled on the ground. For a long while, no one paid him any attention. Quite a few of the passersby had been people he had bumped into earlier. Now that they saw him collapsed on the ground, blood spilling from his mouth, most of them felt a secret sense of satisfaction.
Chu Ge didn’t know what happened after he left, but through the system’s notification sounds, he could tell that Ye Chen was probably not doing very well now.
[Ding! The host has seized the chosen one’s opportunity and obtained 6,000 villain points.]
[Ding! Because his opportunity was seized, the chosen one’s state of mind collapsed, his qi and blood reversed, his injuries worsened. The host has obtained 6,000 villain points.]
Another batch of villain points had been credited to his account—naturally, Chu Ge was delighted.