Xuelan

"How much for this pearl?" Lu Changsheng asked.

A hint of apology flashed through the mermaid stallholder's azure eyes, as if even she felt the price was astonishingly high, but she still softly gave the number. "Three hundred million spirit stones."

"What?! Three hundred million spirit stones?!"

Shi Jingtian sprang up from the ground like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his bald head gleaming under the sunlight. He pointed at the pigeon-egg-sized pearl, his hand trembling.

"Sister, is this pearl wrapped in dragon liver and phoenix marrow or what? Three hundred million spirit stones? Even if you chopped me, Shi Jingtian, into pieces and sold me by the catty, then melted down my Mountain Shaker Staff and sold it as scrap iron, I still couldn't scrape together that amount! You might as well take my life!"

Lin Qingxuan was so shocked by the price that she covered her mouth, her clear, bright eyes going round. Three hundred million spirit stones was enough to buy a mid-sized city and support a sect's expenses for several years. Tu Jiao folded her arms, the corner of her mouth twitching. For once, she did not refute Shi Jingtian, because this price had indeed gone ridiculously high into the skyline.

Lu Changsheng's brows were tightly locked. Three hundred million spirit stones—this was no longer expensive. This was a sky-high price.

Sensing the shock of everyone beside her, the light in Murong Taxue's eyes dimmed a little. She gently tugged at Lu Changsheng's sleeve and leaned close to his ear, her voice as soft as a wisp of sea breeze.

"Changsheng, forget it... It really is too expensive. I don't want it anymore. Let's go."

Though her heart had been moved, she understood even more clearly what three hundred million spirit stones meant.