Nirvana Transformation

Zhang Tie heard these words and frowned even deeper, but still hurriedly cupped his fists in salute and asked, "What are the senior's instructions?"

"Junior need not worry; this old man merely wishes to make a deal with you, little friend," the robed man in black said with a kindly expression.

"Please elaborate, Senior." Zhang Tie replied to the robed man in black neither servilely nor overbearingly.

"You are straightforward, little friend, so I will speak plainly: I want to buy the Yellow Springs Dao, name your price." The robed man in black did not use Divine Sense Transmission, speaking directly instead, as if he cared not at all if anyone were eavesdropping.

"Is this what Senior is referring to?" Zhang Tie waved a hand, causing the black bowl from just moments ago to hover above his palm. Yet at that moment, aside from appearing somewhat bone-chillingly cold, the black bowl lacked any other special traits, looking vastly different from its appearance in the arena.

"Indeed, that is precisely the item." Seeing this, the robed man in black looked instantly overjoyed, his eyes locked firmly onto the black bowl.

"If Senior likes it, simply take it. I happen to cultivate the power of the lightning law which is supreme in its rigidity and yang, so I have no use for it anyway." Zhang Tie offered the black bowl away as a tactical retreat.

"Hmph, listen to you speak, as if I, a dignified Mahayana stage cultivator, would snatch items from a junior like you. The super auction will be held in Blood Sky City very soon, I imagine you can make good use of these spiritual stones." The moment his voice fell, the black bowl in Zhang Tie's hand flew toward the robed man in black, while a storage ring