"Need to pay more!?"
Hearing this, Zheng Yuan's face turned green. "Thirty Second-grade Low-rank Talisman Papers, and that's only your first condition?"
Li Qingyuan nodded. "Correct. I also need Body Refining Great Elixirs—preferably First-grade Top-grade Spirit Plants—and I want three of them."
"With your status and strength as a Foundation Establishment Venerable, Senior, along with your identities as a Qin Family Guest Elder and a Second-grade Talisman Master, this should not be difficult."
Zheng Yuan's expression changed slightly. "It is indeed not difficult, but aren't you being far too greedy?"
Li Qingyuan, in the guise of the Bloody Hand Butcher, replied calmly, "Whether Li Qingyuan is worth this price or not, Senior surely knows better than anyone."
"I heard that the Armor-Shedding Gold Talisman he can draw is powerful enough to rival a full-force strike from an Early-Stage Foundation Establishment Perfection cultivator. Its might is nearly twice that of an ordinary Second-grade Low-rank Talisman Paper."
Zheng Yuan said with a grim expression, "Your intelligence network is quite extensive."
The two stood in confrontation from afar.
After a long while, Zheng Yuan hesitated briefly, then gritted his teeth. "Fine. If I do not kill Li Qingyuan, this old man's thoughts will never flow freely."
"This old man agrees to your terms."
The logic was simple. Once Li Qingyuan rose to prominence, Zheng Yuan's position as a "threshold-level Second-grade Low-rank Talisman Master" would become extremely awkward.
Putting himself in Li Qingyuan's shoes, if Zheng Yuan were in his position, once he entered the Foundation Establishment Realm and his Talisman Path Skill advanced greatly, he would certainly do everything possible to suppress another Second-grade Talisman Master.
The present "grudge of blocking one's path," the future "pressure of survival," and the mad jealousy in his heart all urged Zheng Yuan to kill Li Qingyuan