Lin Xuan remained unmoved.
"Please go back. I will repeat myself once more: I have no interest in this transaction."
"You..." A trace of anger flashed across Pink Powder Old Devil's face. In nearly a hundred years, he could no longer find a cultivator who dared to defy him like this. The two women, meanwhile, were both shocked and delighted, their gazes toward Lin Xuan filled with gratitude.
"It seems your mind is made up, fellow Daoist. But don't be in such a hurry to refuse. Take a look at what this is first." Pink Powder Old Devil stared at Lin Xuan for a moment, yet, unexpectedly, did not make a move. Instead, he patted his Storage Bag and took out a brocade box.
The box was half a foot in both length and width, perfectly square, exquisitely beautiful, and clearly no ordinary item at a glance.
Lin Xuan was startled. He drew in a breath, spiritual energy spreading all over his body. Although the other party had not turned hostile, he could not relax his guard.
Pink Powder Old Devil saw it, but seemed not to care in the slightest. With great care, he opened the box before him.
Inside was a fist-sized spirit stone, delicate and translucent, radiating astonishing spiritual power.
"A High-Grade Spirit Stone?"
A look of shock appeared on Lin Xuan's face. Even with his depth of composure, he could not help but be visibly moved.
As everyone knew, spirit stones were divided according to the amount and purity of the spiritual power within them into four grades: low-grade, mid-grade, high-grade, and top-grade.
But as far as Lin Xuan knew, ordinary transactions usually used low-grade spirit stones. Mid-grade ones would occasionally appear in the world. As for high-grade ones...
This realm originally did not have them.