Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1122 - 1120: Do You Think I Am the Fated One?

The con artist's face instantly turned beet red, glaring daggers at Lin Fan.

"What's so funny? Are you trying to cause trouble?!"

"If you can't afford it, just get lost. Stop messing around here, scram, scram, scram!"

The con artist waved his hand like swatting away a fly, his face full of disdain.

Here he was selling his goods nicely, and out of nowhere came a spoilsport.

Lin Fan gave a cold smile, ignoring the con artist's taunts.

"Old man, let's go, this thing is fake."

However.

He didn't expect the old man seemed captivated, staring fixedly at the Xuanyuan Sword in the con artist's hand, his eyes unmoving, completely ignoring Lin Fan's words.

"Old man?"

Lin Fan hesitated, then softly called again.

But the old man remained motionless, listening intently to the con artist's blathering.

"This treasure of mine is hard to come by, nearly cost me my life."

"Back then, the situation was extremely dangerous. If I wasn't careful, you wouldn't see me today."

"Luckily, I have a tough life, the heavens didn't take me, and even let me acquire this treasure."

"The Xuanyuan Sword is an Ancient Divine Artifact, rarely seen. You've struck lucky today—"

"Coincidentally, I've run into a bit of trouble lately, so I have no choice but to reluctantly sell this Ancient Divine Artifact to someone deserving."

"Listen carefully, it's to someone deserving. Even if you're rich, if you're not deserving, I won't sell it to you."

"Why? Because I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it, and it'll end up costing you your life!"

With his glib tongue, the con artist made the Xuanyuan Sword sound divine, interweaving truth and lies, like listening to a riveting street performance, hard to stop once started.

Before long.

More onlookers gathered around the con artist.

As the sky darkened, it added a mysterious vibe to the con artist's story.

The old man's eyes gleamed as he listened, his face lit up, swallowing eagerly as he stared at the Xuanyuan Sword, not blinking once.

Afraid that if he turned his head, someone else would snatch the treasure away.

After a while.

He couldn't help it, asked eagerly, "How much for this treasure?"

The con artist looked over at the sound, sizing up the old man, then glanced disdainfully at Lin Fan standing beside him.

"Are you two together?" His voice cold, laced with doubt.

"Uh... yes..." The old man hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Then I won't sell to you."

The con artist waved dismissively, speaking with arrogance.

Immediately, others started asking for prices.

Hearing this, the old man got anxious, having found such a chance to make a fortune, couldn't let others beat him to it.

Seeing the con artist ignoring him, he was as frantic as an ant on a hot pan, almost in tears.

Lin Fan furrowed his brows slightly, speaking calmly, "Old man, this sword is fake, no need to buy it."

The old man, seeing the good stuff about to be snatched away, was desperate, his face contorted, saying, "How could it be fake? Listen to what he says, then look at the sword, it's a surefire gem. It's rare to encounter something like this in my life, if I strike rich because of this Divine Artifact, life wouldn't be so hard anymore."

At this point, he couldn't listen to reason, already brainwashed by the con artist, convinced the Xuanyuan Sword was an Ancient Divine Artifact, buying it was only profit, no loss.

Lin Fan felt helpless, not knowing how to persuade him.

Can only wait and see what happens.

"I'll buy, I'll buy, this is truly a treasure, you're willing to sell it."

"Let me take a look, hmm—indeed it's good. But I don't have that much money on me, or I'd definitely make a move."

"Whoever buys it, will definitely hit the jackpot."

The onlookers discussed eagerly, the old man listened even more impatiently, without a word, he pulled out all his possessions from his waist.

"Sell to me, I'll take it, here's the money."

The old man's face turned red with effort, waving his hands and shouting.

Swish.

Everyone's eyes turned toward him.

The con artist frowned slightly, unwillingly approaching.

"What does an old man like you want with this?"

"Didn't you say this is an Ancient Divine Artifact? I've waited this long for a chance to turn things around, if I get this treasure, life won't be so tough. Have pity and sell this Divine Artifact to me."

"I've said I'll only sell to deserving folks, no matter how much money, if you're undeserving, I won't sell."

The con artist said righteously, but his eyes unwittingly flicking to the Spirit Stone in the old man's hands.

"Am I deserving?"

The old man was full of anticipation.

The con artist glanced over, rolling his eyes and said, "No."

Lin Fan already saw through his trick, this wasn't about finding deserving folks, it's about finding wealthy folks.

The old man's Spirit Stones weren't enough, not the price the con artist had in mind, naturally not deserving.

The old man seemed unaware, still desperately begging.

"Don't go, I'm genuinely interested, but I only have this many Spirit Stones, give me a break, sell it cheaper."

The old man watched the con artist about to leave, almost in tears.

Lin Fan couldn't stand it anymore.

This person seemed a repeat offender, targeting elderly victims.

Elderly folks don't know much, easily misled by these people with a few words.

He reached out, pulling the old man next to him.

"Old man, put your money away."

"But..."

The old man pointed at the Xuanyuan Sword, still unwilling to let go.

Lin Fan paid no heed, cutting off the old man, turning to the con artist.

"How much for your sword?"

The con artist heard Lin Fan's voice, turned back puzzled.

"You want it?"

"I'm asking how much?"

"This Ancient Divine Artifact, what price do you think is fitting?"

"Ten Spirit Stones, as a service fee."

"Haha! Are you kidding me, treating me like a beggar? If you don't have money, get lost! Plus, I only sell to deserving folks!"

The con artist was about to walk away when Lin Fan pulled out a handful of Spirit Stones from his pocket.

A casual count, and there were millions!

He was instantly transfixed, eyes nearly falling out of their sockets.

Rushed over, arms wide, face glowing.

Lin Fan sneered, pocketing the Spirit Stones.

"Do you think I'm deserving now?"

"Yes, yes, definitely! If not you, who can be deserving!"

"Weren't you saying I wasn't deserving just now?"

"What are you talking about? I see you're a perfect match for this Ancient Divine Artifact, absolutely deserving."

The con artist immediately changed his face, fawning over Lin Fan with a sycophantic smile.

Lin Fan remained expressionless, not even considering the fake.

The real Xuanyuan Sword was in his possession.

He ignored the con artist, turning to the old man. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Old man, do you see his true colors now? He's just a con artist, talking about virtue, but all he thinks about is business. If there's money, the undeserving becomes deserving; without money, you don't even have the right to look."

The old man seemed thoughtful, blinking, silent, looking at Lin Fan, then the Xuanyuan Sword in the con artist's hand, as if he understood something.

"Then, I won't buy it..."

Lin Fan turned, smiling defiantly at the con artist.