Just as You Xu licked his lips, about to say something to ease the awkward atmosphere, he saw the Dragon Turtle unhurriedly continue taking out medicinal herbs, one stalk, then two.
Their grades had not changed, but gradually, people began crying out.
"That's a Spirit Absorbing Leaf!"
"And Serpent Desire Fruit!"
"This is Blood Lotus Essence. My true blood is only a final thread away from condensing, and I happen to need Blood Lotus Essence. I searched several marketplaces without finding any—I never expected to see it here." The cultivator who spoke breathed more rapidly.
"I'm joining the arena competition!" Cultivators were like this. Whether the prizes were precious was not the most important thing; what suited them was best.
"Dragon Turtle Martial Uncle, may I ask which arena group these herbs will serve as prizes for? What rank must one reach to obtain them?" someone could not help asking.
He had happened to spot two medicinal herbs he needed. If the arena was not too difficult, he wanted to give it a try.
Su He did not answer. Only after taking out more than a hundred medicinal herbs did he let out a long chant.
The five arenas would compete simultaneously. Sixth through tenth place would receive medicinal herbs as rewards. Tenth place would receive one stalk, ninth place two, and so on, with sixth place receiving five stalks. Across the five arenas, there would be seventy-five medicinal herbs in total. After the selections, the remainder would be displayed for sale in the little shop.
Everyone sucked in a cold breath.
Even several people who had been scrutinizing him—or even looking down on him—stared at Su He in shock.
Five arenas, seventy-five medicinal herbs! Most of those present could afford ten or eight stalks. But more than seventy stalks