In truth, Li Qing had not tampered with it at all. He had only said that to bluff him.
But the burly man did not dare gamble on it. A Mid-grade Magic Tool was an absolutely significant support for a cultivator in the Qi Refining stage.
If something went wrong when he used it in battle later, it would be a matter of life and death.
Li Qing laughed heartily, his mood instantly brightening. If he could not get the third Guangling Pill, he could not let the other man have an easy time either.
The burly man's expression shifted uncertainly. Finally, left with no choice, he said in a deep voice, "Here are thirty Spirit Stones. Please restore the spiritual inscriptions on the magic tool, fellow Daoist."
After speaking, he took thirty Spirit Stones from his Storage Bag and tossed them directly into Li Qing's hands.
Li Qing weighed them in his hand. Once he confirmed that the amount was correct, his smile grew even brighter.
"I can see you are not short of such a small amount of Spirit Stones. Why make things difficult for yourself?"
"There is nothing wrong with the spiritual inscriptions on the Black Wind Banner. Take it back without worry."
Upon hearing this, a flicker of anger rose in the burly man's eyes. Only then did he realize that he had been fooled.
"Good, good, good! You dare bluff me, Xiao!"
"I admit defeat. Until we meet again!"
With that, the burly, vicious-looking man turned and left. It was clear that he was truly beside himself with fury.
Li Qing put the remaining payment of Spirit Stones back into his Storage Bag, and his smile gradually faded.
"This bastard is utterly unreasonable. It seems I've planted the seeds of trouble."
Watching the man's departing