"This disciple would cast aside this body and still fulfill the mission!"
Li Xuanji could hear the gravity and solemnity beneath her master's understated tone. Her heart tightened, and her resolve grew firmer.
So it was this serious!
Today, no matter what, she had to sell these six grass dolls and earn the provisions needed to attain the Haotian position.
There were not many living beings running stalls in this market district—only some twenty scattered stalls. They were basically all disciples from the various branches of the Golden Pattern Clan, who had sent eloquent slaves to conduct internal exchange trade.
Even across the Great Cosmos, Li Qingyun could see that a tribal market like the Golden Pattern Clan's circulated only ordinary divine gold, Divine Bronze, spirit tea, spirit wine, and the like. Compared to the Abyss Clan's Saint Street, with its nine Saints, it was simply not worth mentioning.
From the Gǔyǎn Clan's records, Li Qingyun had learned that the River Mother Clan had only three Saints. Naturally, its power could not compare with the Abyss Clan, which had nine great Saints.
The six Disaster-Replacing Grass Dolls Li Xuanji had just laid out were instead the most distinctive items in the market.
"Has the former son-in-law's madness flared up again? He dares sell Disaster-Replacing Grass Dolls like this?"
"Though these Disaster-Replacing Grass Dolls are a specialty of the Gǔyǎn Clan, their effects are only so-so. The former son-in-law must be ill to dare ask for forty thousand Spirit Seeds!"
"Does he really take our Golden Pattern Clan for fools with more money than sense..."
Yet when those dragon- and phoenix-kind beings hawking goods for their masters heard Li Xuanji calling out her wares, they all burst into laughter and shot her meaningful looks.
The exorbitant price left Li Xuanji's grass