Library of Heaven’s Path

Chapter 42: Someone is Acting Cool (1)

Translator: StarveCleric Editor: Thaddpole&Tortex

”Leaving tonight? Master, why don’t you stay for a few more days?”

”Why are you leaving so soon?”

Hearing that the master is about to depart from the city, looks of anxiety appear on the faces of the crowd.

It is rare for an appraiser to appear in Tianxuan Royal City, and yet he is leaving just after a few days?

”I still have matters to attend to!” Master Mo Yang’s eyebrows shoot upwards. He carries with him a demeanor unique to experts, and his disposition is reminiscent of a flowing river, unable to grasped with certainty. ”How about this, I will increase the number of treasures I will appraise today from five to ten! You all also know that appraising isn’t an easy task, it drains one’s strength and energy. Ten is already my limit...”

”Master, rest assured! As long as you help me pick out an artifact for me, I am willing to compensate you...” A middle-aged man shouts from the crowd.

”Yeah, we are willing to compensate you!”

”As long as master chooses something out for me, regardless of the cost of the item is, I am willing to pay master the same amount of money!”

There are quite a few people who started yelling in response to his words.

Based on the ’battle records’ of the master, those who had received his pointers has each earned several folds of the amount they had invested initially. As long as they are able to obtain a true treasure, paying a little bit of money in compensation is nothing in comparison.

”Hmph!”

Master Mo Yang flings his arm and interrupts the discussions of the crowd. Frowning, he declares with an aura of superiority, ”I, Mo Yang, didn’t learn appraisal for money. The reason why I am appraising for you all is not to make a wealth! If I really desired money, there is no need for me to help you all. I just have to appraise an artifact and sell it myself, won’t I earn a bigger fortune that way?”

”Keng...”

The crowd is stumped for words.

His words aren’t wrong. With his eye of discernment, he could just buy those artifacts that he had appraised to be treasures for himself, and he would be able to easily earn a big sum out of it.

”The reason why I promised to appraise for you all is because your warmth has moved me! Money is fleeting to me, similar to the clouds! Money is easy to earn, but friendship is priceless!”

With both his hands behind his back, Master Mo Yang exudes an aura of an unworldly saint that mortals can only look up to. He continues, ”The reason why I promised to appraise artifacts for you all is because of our relationship, not for money. If anyone were to continue talking about money, then don’t bother asking me to appraise for you!”

”Master, your words are wise! We were too impertinent!”

”We can never hope to match up the master in terms of morals!”

”I have never conceded to anyone in my entire life. Today, you are the first one I will concede to, master!”

...

Hearing the words of the master, those who were shouting about paying him previously felt ashamed of themselves.

Look at how he carries himself, then look at ourselves...

Is there even a basis for comparison?

No wonder he is a master while we are just small fries.

”However, before I start appraising for you all, I would like to say something. An appraiser can only heighten the possibility of attaining a treasure. I cannot promise you all that you all will get a treasure with 100% probability!”

Master Mo Yang continues.

”Master, we all are aware that treasure speculation brings about risk. Your ability to discern treasure from trash is far superior to us and we trust in you!”

”We believe in master’s judgment!”

”We know the rules, how can one possibly lay their hands on treasures all the time? However, we believe that master would definitely be able to help us profit!”

...

Everyone starts shouting simultaneously.

”Since everyone believes in me, then I will go ahead and embarrass myself. May I know which friend here would like me to choose an artifact for him?” Master Mo Yang surveys the surrounding.

”Me!”

”Me...”

In an instant, innumerable people raise their hands and leap about in excitement.

The appeal of an appraiser is clear to see. Every action of theirs can make people go into a frenzy.

”Alright, you!”

Master Mo Yang points, and a pot-bellied middle-aged man walks out from the crowd, still unable to believe the fact that he has been chosen. ”Me... Is it really me?”