Chapter 1800: The Arrogant Appraiser

"Appraiser?"

Zhang Xuan's eyebrows jumped.

Recruiting physicians, poison masters, and even those with special abilities was understandable, but what could an appraiser do?

The upper, middle, and lower nine professions established by the Master Teacher Hall, though not systematized among the Otherworldly Tribe and lacking corresponding guilds, still had their traditions passed down, and many possessed such abilities.

However, they were far less refined than those in the Master Teacher Continent.

The appraiser was an ordinary profession among the lower nine, of no help in treating injuries. Why recruit such people?

Could there be a mistake?

"Yes, I couldn't believe it either. I sent people to inquire several times before confirming it! After the Spirit Emperor returned, he kept to himself and never recruited physicians, only appraisers!"

Liu Yang said.

"Severely injured, yet instead of seeking a physician, he seeks an appraiser... Could it be that he's having his injuries appraised for a price?"

Anything out of the ordinary is suspicious.

Even hearing it with his own ears, he found it unbelievable.

A few appraisers suddenly popped into his mind, standing by the bedside of the bedridden Spirit Emperor Chen.

"This injury is good, worth at least eight hundred top-grade spirit stones!"

"Not just that. Look at this injury, left by an ancient sage from tens of thousands of years ago. The shape is unique, the wound has special patterns. Without ten thousand top-grade spirit stones, it absolutely cannot be sold..."

"Ten thousand and you want to buy? Dream on. Even an ordinary ancient sage's injury would cost more than this, let alone this one..."

...

The more he thought about it, the more absurd it seemed.

"Regardless of his purpose, I have to go and take a look..."

Shaking his head to dispel the chaotic thoughts, Zhang Xuan said.

"What does Teacher plan to do?"

Liu Yang asked.

"Since they're recruiting appraisers, there must be a place for the assessment, right? Take me to see it!"

With the Yong Emperor killed, the Spirit Emperor was now the foremost emperor of the Otherworldly Tribe. If his palace announced the recruitment of appraisers, it would surely attract countless people.

Not all who came would pass the assessment. So, it was a good opportunity to go and take a look, and incidentally secure an identity.

"There is indeed a place for the assessment. I can take Teacher there..." Liu Yang nodded.

"No need. Your current identity is sensitive, drawing a lot of attention. It's safer for me to go alone." Zhang Xuan waved his hand.

"Alright." Liu Yang did not insist.

As the most valued successor of the Yong Emperor, he was already under close watch by the Spirit Emperor and Star Emperor. Taking someone out now would indeed cause trouble.

Leaving the quiet room, Zhang Xuan headed in the direction Liu Yang had indicated.

It was a trading firm selling treasures. To enter the Spirit Emperor's palace, one first needed genuine skill, and this place, with its countless treasures, was the perfect venue for the assessment.

Disguised as an ordinary Otherworldly tribesman, Zhang Xuan mingled with the crowd and entered.

The trading firm was very lively. Though it fell short compared to human establishments, the treasures were by no means inferior—various rare medicinal herbs, skeletons of sacred beasts, many of which even he could not name.

"No wonder it attracts so many adventurers. These herbs are indeed more potent than those in the Master Teacher Continent..."

As he walked, Zhang Xuan nodded.

Wu Kuang and the others had risked coming to the Foreign Spirit Tribe, naturally not for fun.

Although the medicinal herbs here were fewer in number than in the Master Continent, their potency was greater, having been steeped in the blood moon and the aura of slaughter.

Just like vegetation growing in the desert, they had stronger vitality.

However, while these things were extremely precious to others, they meant little to him. After looking around for a while, he continued forward in the direction Liu Yang had indicated.

"I said this thing is junk, so it's junk. What, you dare question my judgment?"

Before he had gone far, he heard an irritated voice. Turning to look, he saw an old man with his hands clasped behind his back, standing before a stall with a cold gaze.

"Sir, this Blue Leaf Yellow was truly obtained at the risk of my life, and I even lost a hand for it... I swear I'm not lying!"

A middle-aged man was extremely anxious.

Following the voice, he indeed saw that the man's left hand was severed, and the wound had not yet healed.

"Every vendor says that! They tell some sob story and embellish the origin... You don't need to show off your tricks in front of me."

The old man's expression remained unchanged. Raising his eyebrows and flicking his sleeve, he said, "Blue Leaf Yellow and Assertion Grass look very similar, but their prices are vastly different. Yours is clearly Assertion Grass, and you still try to pass it off? Believe me, I can report you right now and have you arrested for selling fake medicine!"

"I really didn't sell fake medicine..."

The disabled man with the severed hand turned pale with fear upon hearing the threat of arrest.

"Alright, considering you're not well off, I'll be kind and buy this fake medicine, even though it's worthless. Two Dayong coins!"

With that, he flicked his fingers, and two coins rolled down.

Dayong coins were gold coins issued by the Chenyong Emperor, with limited purchasing power. Ten coins could buy one low-grade spirit stone, so two Dayong coins were practically a giveaway.

"Two coins... My Blue Leaf Yellow could sell for at least two hundred thousand..."

The man with the severed palm looked anxious.

The genuine Qingye Huang was worth at least twenty large Yong coins, but now he was only given two—the gap was too great.

“What nonsense is this? Our master is an appraiser who has passed the Spirit Emperor’s personal examination. If he says this is Duan Yan Cao, then it’s Duan Yan Cao. Talk any more nonsense, and believe me, even if he overturns your stall, no one will dare say a word.”

Seeing that he was about to continue, a servant behind the old man snorted coldly.

The profession of appraiser, though not of the highest rank, carried absolute authority in the trading house.

If they said your item was genuine, even a fake became real; if they said it was fake, even the real became false.

On the Master Continent, due to guild restrictions, they had only three chances to make mistakes in a lifetime, but here there were no limits, making them figures of awe in the trading house.

“It seems this fellow wants to spend no money yet grab the other’s Qingye Huang…”

Zhang Xuan shook his head.

Although he knew little about the medicines of the alien spirit race, as an appraiser, he could easily discern the spiritual nature and potency of herbs.

The herb this man was trying to seize had vigorous medicinal effects, definitely worth more than two large Yong coins.

Clearly, this appraiser knew that and deliberately used Duan Yan Cao to fool the seller, intending to take it by force.

In fact, such tricks—deliberately appraising treasures as fakes to deceive sellers, then buying low and selling high—were common even in his previous life, let alone here.

The people around understood as well, but no one dared to say anything.

Afraid that this fellow might come over and randomly appraise their goods… then they would never be able to sell them.

“Since that’s the case, I happen to need an identity. You’ll do…”

Originally, he had planned to go ahead and see if he could find an opportunity at the Spirit Emperor’s appraiser examination site, but upon seeing this man, Zhang Xuan smiled slightly and stopped moving forward.

After all, whoever he chose, it would be the same. Since this fellow was so blatantly bullying others, there was no psychological burden at all.