After seeing Chen Yi take out one Rank 7 corpse after another, the Soul Flames inside the heads of the two Undead-class Rank 7s flickered noticeably.
Chen Yi then witnessed an exceptionally fierce round of haggling.
Wang Zhanbo said, "You know how hard it is to kill Rank 7s. Other people would kill for the chance to buy them."
"These are nine corpses that A-Yi spent nine days, nine nights, nine hours, and nine minutes killing."
"I'll name a price: 300!"
Wen Renhuiting said, "That's not how you calculate it. Other professions don't have such a huge demand for corpses. We can't afford that price."
He haggled from the market perspective.
Great Love Orthopedics said, "Look at these bones of mine, this pile of junk. How much money do you think I could possibly have?"
He haggled by emphasizing his own poverty.
More than half an hour later.
Wang Zhanbo planted one foot on a chair. "Do you people have any sincerity at all?!"
Great Love Orthopedics tried to mediate. "Even if the deal falls through, the goodwill remains."
This was clearly taking sides.
An hour later.
Chen Yi yawned, turned a page in the documents in his hands, and leisurely took a sip of Bodhi Tree Tea.
His mind automatically translated the warriors' jargon into something comprehensible.
As for the noise pollution from the people beside him, he automatically filtered it out.
The technique he had developed for Fire Dragon and Chuka—Primal Regression—had been too much trouble to name, so he had directly borrowed the name from Pokémon World.
The theory behind Primal Regression had already been completed. Mana Control had filled in the final missing piece of the principle—using energy to strengthen the body without side effects.
All that remained was practical application.
The problem was