About two minutes later, Layla said over the phone, "Sir, I've found the information you're looking for. I'll send it to your phone right away." A moment later, Wilbur received the information Layla had sent. Opening it, Wilbur found that Layla had located the whereabouts of five dragon cauldrons; the second, third, fourth, fifth, and seventh ones. Even the acquisition of the third cauldron by Tina for two million was investigated thoroughly. Apart from the third cauldron, there were still four dragon cauldrons left that he had information on. Combined with the two dragon cauldrons Wilbur already possessed, it came to a total of six dragon cauldrons. These six dragon cauldrons were extremely important to Wilbur, so he decided he would buy them all. Even if he could not find Fremont, or if Fremont was already deceased, the value of the Nine Dragon Cauldrons was immense. Without the dragon cauldrons, Wilbur would not dare to cultivate dragon aura, as the unruly dragon aura would in
Jiro was a dealer of collectibles and would have found someone else to sell his goods off to even if Wilbur had not gone looking for him. According to the data, Jiro had only bought the fourth dragon cauldron from someone else just half a month ago. He was just trying to hike up the price. Of course, Jiro would be happy that someone had come looking for him, and he said yes right away. "Alright, Mister Penn. Please come to my house if you'd like to buy some collectibles. Also, please send me the images of the collectibles you'd like first." "Sure." "Oh, please send me your address too." "Sure." Jiro sent his address to Wilbur within two minutes after hanging up, who rushed to his house at top speed. Jiro had managed to live in a bungalow by making money dealing with collectibles. Wilbur rang the doorbell, and the butler answered not long after. The butler was an old man who smiled at Wilbur. "You must be Mister Wilbur Penn, here to purchase some antiques?" "That's right
Jiro's gaze flashed, and he looked at Wilbur. Jiro had raised the price on purpose thinking that Wilbur would haggle for sure, and the final price would definitely be much lower than a million dollars. The truth was that Jiro had a bottom price in mind. The cauldron was finely crafted, but it was too small. Even four hundred dollars would be a pretty good price to sell it off it. Wilbur accepting the million-dollar price tag told Jiro that Wilbur definitely had a special interest in the cauldron. Maybe the cauldron had a special value of sorts. Regardless of what Wilbur saw in the cauldron, Jiro was a greedy man and his gaze flashed greedily. Naturally, he was not going to sell the cauldron off so easily now that he saw how interested Wilbur was. Jiro got to his feet, pouring Wilbur a cup of tea while pushing the box back to himself. "Mister Penn, I think we could negotiate the price." "What?" Wilbur looked at Jiro, confused. "Didn't we just finish negotiating? You offered
A collectible hunter was a special name for a person dealing in the business of buying and selling collectibles. The nickname existed because this kind of person was able to see different prices and meanings for each collectible based on the customer. Collectibles were not cheap, and their dealers were usually pretty well off. Jiro was undoubtedly a rich man, and some of his customers did not care much about money. However, they definitely cared about how they looked to others. The collectible hunter would play the game of finding out the best price the customer could offer. This would show how much the customer cared about the collectible, and the seller would be able to make a good amount of money as well. There were too many purveyors of personal secrets in the world, and the collectible hunter fell right into this category. However, these people could only find out the secrets of regular people, as cultivators came with auras of their own. Besides, Jiro was going up against W
A moment later, the entire room was filled with dragon aura. It forged into the shape of a dragon with Wilbur as the center, and he chuckled smugly. The next second, the Wilbur levitating mid-air faded and disappeared as the dragon aura faded away. Wilbur was currently sitting cross-legged on the bed, and he had actually cloned himself using a cloning spell just now. Ever since getting the formula for the cloning spell from the old dragon, Wilbur had leveled up to holding the spell for half a minute. That was more than enough to defeat an opponent as an elite. Now Wilbur could use a clone to control the dragon aura while his actual person managed the spiritual energy of the Earth and Thunder-type power to attack the opponent. That would be an immensely powerful attack for sure. The next morning, Wilbur packed up his bags and took a plane to Migorn. According to the information Layla had provided, the second dragon cauldron now belonged to a wealthy collector, Billy Erwin. Bil
Kaylee Automotives was pretty much what gave Billy his wealth and status. Losing it would mean losing everything he had. Wilbur was certain that Billy would hate to have that happen to him. Sure enough, Wilbur's phone rang with a call from Billy within three minutes. "Sir? I think we could negotiate what you mentioned just now." Half an hour later, Wilbur met up with Billy in the private room of a fancy Western restaurant. Billy hurried to shake Wilbur's hand at the sight of him. Billy was extremely fat, and the sight of his enormous figure wrapped up in a suit was certainly amusing. Billy looked like there was a lot on his mind. After ordering two steaks, he said, "Mister Penn, I've brought you what you want." He set a wooden box down on the table. "I can give the cauldron to you for free, but I've got a small request. I hope you can delete all the information you have, Mister Penn, and promise not to mention anything about Kaylee Automotives forever." "No, thank you."
Getting the second dragon cauldron from Billy was rather easy, but getting the fifth dragon cauldron was going to take a bit more time. Wilbur was planning to get the fifth dragon cauldron back from the National Museum of Migorn legally. After bidding farewell to Billy, Wilbur hailed a cab to the National Museum of Migorn. He bought himself a ticket and quickly located the cauldron in a dimly lit corner of the museum. Despite the fact that the fifth dragon cauldron was definitely lacking in comparison to the other artifacts in the museum, the dragons carved onto it were still as realistic-looking as ever. Just then, a beautiful museum guide named Ellen came over. "Good day, sir. What you're looking at is a bronze cauldron that originated from Dasha. It found its way to Migorn in the previous century and has now been kept in the National Museum of Migorn." Wilbur felt a strange sense of familiarity towards the cauldron, seeing as both he and the cauldron were from Dasha and in
Right after Wilbur had ended the call, his phone rang with another call from Layla. "Yo, sir." "Is anything the matter, Layla?" "Sir, we've just received news that the assassin group called the Black Panthers reappeared after disappearing from the cultivator's circle for a good while. They killed Jiro last night, and if I'm not wrong, they're now on their way to Migorn." "I think they're out to get you, sir." "I know. It's alright, I'll handle it." The Black Panthers were making a move? Wilbur found the whole thing rather peculiar upon hanging up. The Black Panthers had always been under a powerful secret elite, working for him and carrying out his demands. That elite had not given out any orders for a long time, and eventually, the Black Panthers were barely talked about at all. No one could believe that they had made a reappearance, ten years later— and this time, they were after him. Wilbur gave it some thought and realized that neither he nor Jiro had any reason t