Hearing this, Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan were somewhat disappointed. But thinking about it, it made sense. Nascent Soul Forming Treasures were not cabbages in the market; even if any were brought out for auction, the quantity likely would not be large, and the competition would be extremely fierce. Even if there were Nascent Soul Forming Treasures up for auction right now, the bidders might include Nascent Soul Cultivators. If they won one, they probably would have a hard time leaving safely.
Wu Zizai could tell that Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan had no interest in ordinary things. If Wang Changsheng had not lent a hand, Wu Zizai would have died.
He hesitated for a long while, then took a deep breath, as though he had made some decision. With a flip of his palm, a palm-sized yellow jade box appeared in his hand, with a silver-glittering Talisman pasted on it.
He peeled off the Talisman and opened the jade box. A sheet of five-colored rosy light flew out, shimmering with spiritual light.
"Daoist Wang, there is no way to repay a life-saving grace. I give you this piece of Five-Color Divine Mud as this old man's thanks to you for saving my life."
A look of reluctance appeared on Wu Zizai's face as he handed the yellow jade box to Wang Changsheng.
Five-Color Divine Mud had the wondrous ability to change shape at will and repair itself on its own. It was an excellent material for refining defensive Magic Treasures. This piece of Five-Colored Divine Mud was a little small and could not be used to refine a defensive Magic Treasure, but even so, Wu Zizai had only taken it out after making a great resolve.
One had to know that other fellow Daoists had offered him high prices