Chapter 43

Hei Pi and his two companions had been hanging around this street for many years. As typical hooligans, they naturally knew not to provoke trouble they couldn't handle, so they all shouted, "No, no, we don't want the money."

Ye Bufan said, "Are you sure you don't want it? 6.2 million is a huge sum, enough to last you a lifetime."

Hei Pi replied, "Little brother, we know we were wrong. Please let us off this time. We won't dare to do it again."

Ye Bufan looked at the smashed terracotta figurine and asked, "Tell the truth, how much did you pay for this thing?"

Hei Pi knew he had encountered a tough character today and had to tell the truth, "Thirty yuan."

"Thirty yuan, huh? I'll buy it. Here's a hundred yuan, no need to give me change."

As Ye Bufan said this, he took out a hundred-yuan note and slapped it on Hei Pi's face, then turned and walked towards the pile of broken terracotta figurines.

Everyone, including Hei Pi, was dumbfounded, not knowing what Ye Bufan wanted with this pile of junk.

Under the watchful eyes of the onlookers, Ye Bufan rummaged through the cardboard box and picked out a black ring, the very one the terracotta figurine had been wearing.

Although the figurine was only 40 centimeters tall, the ring was no different from an ordinary one, except that it looked black and unadorned. If it were sold at a street stall, it probably wouldn't fetch more than two yuan.

"What does this young man mean? Why is he looking for such a shabby ring?"

"Who knows? This ring doesn't look valuable at all. I wouldn't want it even if it were free, let alone for 100 yuan..."

Hei Pi and his companions looked at each other, equally puzzled, not knowing what the young man was up to.

What they didn't know was that Ye Bufan was inwardly elated. When he had used his透视 (penetrating vision) on the cardboard box, he had already seen it.

The ring on the terracotta figurine's hand was not an ordinary ring but a rare magical artifact—a storage ring. This was a pleasant surprise.

As for how the storage ring ended up on the terracotta figurine's hand, that didn't matter. What mattered was that he now possessed this magical artifact.

Although the ring had no offensive capabilities, it was definitely a high-quality magical artifact. With it, he could store anything inside without carrying it around.

He had read about the properties and usage of storage rings in the ancient medical lineage's legacy, thinking it was just a legend. He never expected to encounter one himself.

Just as he was about to put the ring away, someone suddenly called out, "Young layman, could you show the ring to this poor Daoist?"

Ye Bufan turned to see an old Daoist approaching.

The old Daoist looked to be in his fifties, wearing a blue Daoist robe and carrying a long sword on his back, exuding a sense of otherworldly grace.

However, upon seeing him, Ye Bufan frowned. Although the old Daoist looked respectable, he exuded a sinister aura, clearly not a righteous cultivator.

But the old Daoist's abilities were genuine. He radiated a strong magical aura, and his cultivation level was at the stage just before Foundation Establishment.

This was the first martial artist Ye Bufan had encountered since gaining the legacy, indicating that there were other martial artists in this world besides himself.

The old Daoist's eyes gleamed as he stared at the ring, filled with greed, clearly recognizing its extraordinary nature.

Since Ye Bufan had already determined that the old Daoist was not a good person, he had no intention of handing over his treasure.

He said, "I'm sorry, I don't have the habit of showing things to others."

With that, he put the ring on his own hand.

The old Daoist, clearly unwilling to give up, said again, "Young layman, this ring has a connection with this poor Daoist. Why don't you sell it to me? I won't let you down. I'm willing to pay 100,000 yuan."

The others were slightly shocked by this offer. The ring looked black and unremarkable, seemingly worthless. Was the old Daoist crazy to offer 100,000 yuan?

Hei Pi and his companions were even more upset. They had just sold the terracotta figurine for 100 yuan, and now someone was willing to pay 100,000 yuan. Was this fair?

To Ye Bufan, the storage ring was priceless, and he had no intention of selling it. He said, "I like this ring. I'm not selling it."

The old Daoist's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he said again, "One million yuan. Will you sell it for one million yuan?"

The crowd was once again stunned. Although this was an antique street, one million yuan was a significant amount. Most antiques here didn't sell for that much, let alone a plain-looking ring.

Hei Pi and his companions were even more envious, their eyes gleaming at the thought of one million yuan. They regretted not holding onto the ring.

The old Daoist, seeing that Ye Bufan was not swayed, called out again, "Young layman, ten million yuan. I'm willing to pay ten million yuan for this ring."

Ye Bufan, without turning back, said, "Not even for ten million yuan, or even a hundred million."

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

"Impossible. A shabby ring can't be worth that much. I think they're just putting on a show..."

"Are you crazy? He's already gone. Why would he put on a show for you? Besides, the ring isn't even his; it was given to him by Hei Pi and his companions..."

Hei Pi almost fainted when he heard the ten million yuan offer, forgetting the pain in his hand.

To think that he had used such a valuable item for a scam, and the most ridiculous part was that he didn't get the 6.2 million yuan but ended up losing ten million yuan.

The old Daoist, seeing that Ye Bufan was determined not to sell, his eyes flashed with a sinister light, and he walked away from the antique street.

Ye Bufan continued to wander around the antique street, visiting almost every shop, but he couldn't find the magical artifact he was looking for. Disappointed, he left the street.

After leaving the antique street, he found a secluded place and took off the storage ring.

This was an unclaimed item, easy to use. He directly imprinted his spiritual mark on it, making it his own.

This was a legacy treasure, and he was curious about what it contained. He used his spiritual sense to probe the storage ring but found it empty, with nothing inside.

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

The storage ring itself was a treasure, and with its hundreds of square meters of capacity, it was a rare and high-quality storage ring.

With a thought, the cinnabar, yellow paper, and other items he was carrying disappeared, all transferred into the storage ring.

The ring contained an independent three-dimensional space, capable of storing anything except living beings.

Moreover, time did not exist inside the ring, so items stored there would remain the same forever, never expiring.

Just then, a cold voice suddenly came from the side, "Boy, hand over the treasure, and I'll spare your life."