"Gulp."
Meng Zhi swallowed hard.
The hand clutching the jade slip trembled slightly.
When he truly understood the value of this general store, what surged up in his heart was not excitement or joy, but a shadow of fear.
He abruptly looked toward the entrance, where a cultivator in a green robe stood.
The cultivator frowned and asked, "Shopkeeper, do you have a complete explanation of alchemy methods?"
"That scripture should contain detailed discussions of pills below the second grade."
"Yes!"
Meng Zhi rose briskly and hurried to the corner, pulling out a scripture.
The scripture was as thick as a thumb.
"Ninety-five low-grade Spirit Stones."
"So expensive?"
"They only sell it for sixty or seventy in Hidden Tail Alley."
Seeing the cultivator haggle, Meng Zhi smiled calmly. "That isn't expensive."
"The barefoot cultivators in Hidden Tail Alley do not even have a stall. Do you trust them?"
"If they do not even have a stall, that means they have no backing. Once they take your Spirit Stones and run, you will not even know where to find them. And who knows whether the contents are real or fake?"
"I can inspect the goods."
"Even if you inspect them, they will only let you randomly pick one or two pages to read. Who is to say they cannot tamper with it?"
"Ancient Immortal Tower sells it for one hundred and twenty. If Fellow Daoist does not wish to buy from me, you may go to Ancient Immortal Tower." Meng Zhi smiled.
"Ninety?"
"Ninety-two."
"Deal."
Meng Zhi readily accepted the Spirit Stones.
After seeing the cultivator off, he let out a long breath of stale air.
This was the first time he had sat in the shop and sold something.
The rent here alone cost at least nine hundred mid-grade Spirit