The Interdimensional Reseller – CH243

Chapter 243

Illya seemed fascinated by the street stalls, buying quite a few little trinkets along the way.

“It’s lively here!” Chu Feng remarked.

Illya nodded. “Indeed.”

There were many goods for sale along the street, some quite rare.

“Finding a storage-type magic item might take some time. Let’s find an inn first,” Chu Feng suggested.

Illya nodded. “Alright.”

Chu Feng looked around and soon spotted an inn with an exotic flair.

“This one looks nice.”

“It’s the Blue Moon Inn! It’s part of a chain—they have branches in many big cities. But their prices… well, let’s just say in the past I’d always steer clear,” Lan Hu explained. “Only nobles and the wealthy stay here.”

Chu Feng nodded. “Then let’s stay here.”

The two entered. Chu Feng leaned casually on the counter and asked, “Boss, got any rooms?”

The innkeeper lazily lifted his head to look at Chu Feng.

At the first glance, the innkeeper froze, staring in silence as his expression grew increasingly grave.

“Boss?” Chu Feng prompted.

“Yes, yes, there’s one upper room left—please, right this way!” the innkeeper said hurriedly.

“How much gold?” Chu Feng asked.

The innkeeper frantically waved his hands. “No charge! Having you stay here is an honor for our inn—how could I dare take your money?”

Chu Feng blinked. Was the capital always this hospitable? He’d been prepared to bleed his wallet dry, but it was free?

“This… feels a bit inappropriate.”

“No, no, not at all,” the innkeeper said, almost trembling.

Chu Feng guessed the man must have seen the image of him splitting a mountain and gotten scared.

“Well, if you insist, I won’t refuse,” Chu Feng said, taking the key and heading upstairs with Illya.

The moment he entered the room, Chu Feng felt a wave of awe.

The space was vast, and the walls were painted with scenes of blue skies and seas—clearly the work of an ability-user. Even though it was fake, it felt like standing on a real beach.

Shell wind chimes hung in the room, chiming melodiously whenever a breeze drifted through.

Chu Feng opened the window and gazed out at the imperial capital—crowded, bustling, and full of life.

After sitting for a while, Lan Hu arrived.

“You found me fast. How’d you know I was here?” Chu Feng asked casually.

Lan Hu grinned. “News travels a bit slowly here, but in the capital, anyone with a bit of influence has probably seen you by now. A few questions, and I knew where to look.”

“Oh? Am I that famous?”

Lan Hu chuckled. “In the capital, spoiled noble heirs who cause trouble can bring disaster on their entire families—sometimes even extermination. If a new, powerful ability-user appears, great families will warn their juniors to behave.”

“Extermination? Has that actually happened?” Chu Feng sipped his tea.

“Of course,” Lan Hu said. “Over eighty years ago, a certain young noble tried to harass a girl—about fifteen or sixteen—dragging her home against her will. But the girl turned out to be a poison-wielding ability-user. She poisoned his entire household—everyone died instantly. People were so afraid of the poison spreading that no one dared collect the bodies.”

Chu Feng blinked. “That girl was fierce.”

Lan Hu nodded. “Her older sister had been killed by that same young noble. She intentionally let him notice her so she could take revenge. Her poison was most effective at close range, so she needed to get near.”

“After that incident, the number of noble brats visiting brothels dropped sharply—half the brothels in the capital went out of business.”

Chu Feng raised an eyebrow. “Any other cases?”

“Yes. About fifty years ago, another young noble took a liking to a married woman and assaulted her. The woman hanged herself. When her husband came to demand justice, he was beaten to death. From then on, members of that noble’s household began dying one by one—every three days, without fail. Servants were terrified to stay.

“That family was huge—over a hundred people—but after nearly a year, they were all dead. People suspected a curse ability-user, because it didn’t matter how far they ran—they couldn’t escape. In fact, whoever fled first was the first to die. Eventually, the survivors were so terrified that they all hanged themselves before the killer even arrived.”

Chu Feng narrowed his eyes. “So… you’re saying the killer didn’t even need to act directly?”

Lan Hu nodded. “Exactly. Even when they hired ability-users to guard them, people kept dying—right under their protectors’ noses.”

Chu Feng took a deep breath, thinking to himself: There are countless supernatural abilities. A curse-type ability wouldn’t be surprising. I wonder if, in the present world, there will also be people with curse abilities.

Lan Hu smiled flatteringly. “Young Master Chu, your ability is far stronger than those two’s.”

Chu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly. “Perhaps. No ability-user should be underestimated. Some special abilities, even if their level is low, can be extremely dangerous. For example, a poison-user—although I’m strong now, I’m probably not immune to all poisons. If there really was a curse-user who cursed me to death, I wonder what would happen.”

Illya looked at him. “What are you thinking about?”

Chu Feng shook his head. “Nothing. Did you get the signet ring?”

Lan Hu nodded. “Mission accomplished. I got it.”

He handed the signet ring to Chu Feng. Chu Feng took it, gave it a shake, and asked teasingly, “You stole this?”

“No, my father gave it to me.”
Originally, he had planned to steal it, but when he went to its original location, it was already gone. While he was searching, his father caught him.

Lan Hu thought he was in trouble, but unexpectedly, his father generously handed him the ring and told him to get along well with Chu Feng.

Chu Feng examined the ring. Illya asked, “Do you sense anything?”

Chu Feng frowned at it. “Not really. Could it be a fake?”

Lan Hu was startled. “Impossible.”

“I was just kidding.” Chu Feng channeled his ability into the ring, and suddenly, a flood of items spilled out onto the table.

Lan Hu’s eyes lit up. “Boss, did this come out of the ring? You’re amazing!”
“Are these banknotes?” Illya asked.

Lan Hu picked up one, but his excitement quickly faded.

“What is it?” Chu Feng asked.

“These are banknotes from over two hundred years ago,” Lan Hu sighed. “The bank that issued them went bankrupt long ago.”

“…Oh,” Chu Feng muttered. “That’s unfortunate. But for your family, that’s probably nothing. And there are gold coins here too?”

Lan Hu smiled. “Yes.” There weren’t a huge number of gold coins, but still quite a few. Then he spotted a seal among the items, and his expression changed drastically.

“What’s that?” Chu Feng asked.

“This… looks like the Clan Head’s seal.”
It had been missing for many years. The one the family currently used was only a replica—functional, but not legitimate.

“With this, can you become clan head?” Chu Feng asked.

Lan Hu gave an awkward smile. “It’s not that simple. And I don’t want to be a clan head—being a shopkeeper suits me fine. I plan to return it.”

“Suit yourself,” Chu Feng said. To the family, it might be priceless, but to him, it was only good for cracking walnuts. “I just want the ring.”

Illya asked, “With this as a reference, can you make your own spatial artifact?”

Chu Feng shook his head. “I think I’m starting to get an idea.”

Illya took the ring and, with a thought, returned the gold coins to it. Another thought, and the coins spilled back out. “So it works?”

“It seems this ring naturally bonds to the first user’s mental signature,” Chu Feng explained. “It can only be opened by the same signature afterward.”

“Then how could I use it?” Lan Hu asked.

“That’s because I erased its spatial imprint just now,” Chu Feng said.

Lan Hu was stunned. “After all these years, someone who can open spatial artifacts finally appears. Maybe all those treasures trapped inside them will see daylight again.”

There was a knock at the door.

“An ability-user is here,” Illya said.

“They’ve probably found us—and maybe I’ve met them before,” Chu Feng replied. Lan Hu hurried to tidy up the table, but failed. Illya waved a hand, and the items vanished back into the ring.

The door opened. Lan Hu froze in shock, then quickly stood. “Senior Qian Ming, it’s you!”

He stood respectfully—Qian Ming was a national master famed a hundred years ago, someone Lan Hu greatly admired.

Qian Ming looked at him. “You’re the Merdes family’s third son, aren’t you? Not bad.”

“You know me? You flatter me!” Lan Hu said in surprise. The family thinks I’m useless. They’ll never believe I got praised by Senior Qian Ming. I can brag about this for years—even my talented older brothers probably never had this honor.

“He’s lying—it’s just polite small talk,” Chu Feng said.

“Boss, come on… even a compliment doesn’t need to be ruined like that,” Lan Hu muttered.

Qian Ming chuckled. “The other day, I happened to see your friend display his skills. Truly remarkable.”
“You flatter me,” Chu Feng replied.

“I heard you’re looking for spatial artifacts?”

Chu Feng glanced at Lan Hu, who shrank back. The Crescent Trading Company had been booming lately, with plenty of rare items, and rumors had long suggested an ability-user was behind it. The recent “Mountain Splitting” video only confirmed Chu Feng’s power. Since Lan Hu had been openly searching for spatial artifacts and Chu Feng had recently been mining Void Stone, the connection was obvious.

“Yes, I am,” Chu Feng admitted.

Qian Ming smiled and placed three rings, two signet rings, and a bracelet on the table. “These are for you—a small token of goodwill.”

Chu Feng raised his brows. He’d been planning to steal such items, but now they were being gifted to him.

“I can’t accept without reason. What do you want?”

“Nothing. Just a gift,” Qian Ming replied.

Chu Feng glanced at Illya, who took out his portable timepiece, counted out ten witch stones, and pushed them over.

This could be considered a return gift.

“Then I thank you.” Qian Ming had originally just wanted to give Chu Feng a gift to win him over, but the other party was far too generous. It was hard for Qian Ming to refuse, so he accepted it with a flushed face, telling himself it was just returning the favor.

Chu Feng and Qian Ming chatted for a while. Seeing that Chu Feng remained distant in attitude, Qian Ming took his leave.

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