Nine leaves hung from its stem, and a bead of blood clung to the edge of each one.
The blood beads did not fall, remaining suspended at the tips of the leaves.
Chen Changqing studied it for a moment.
"What is this?"
Hu Xian'er's expression turned serious.
"Blood Soul Grass."
"This item is of great use to me."
"If you enter the Demon Immortal Treasure Trove and can find one for me, you may choose any one immortal artifact from my Myriad Treasures Tower."
Chen Changqing did not answer.
For the Myriad Treasures Tower to establish itself in Ten Thousand Demon City, it naturally possessed far more immortal artifacts than those displayed at the auction.
The terms Hu Xian'er offered were enough to tempt any Tribulation Crossing Realm cultivator.
But the more generous the reward, the more it showed that the Blood Soul Grass would not be easy to obtain.
"You only want the Blood Soul Grass?"
"An intact Blood Soul Grass."
Hu Xian'er added another condition.
"The roots and stem cannot be damaged, and all nine leaves must be preserved."
"What if I only find a damaged specimen?"
"A damaged specimen is useful as well, but it can only be exchanged for one Quasi-Immortal Artifact."
Chen Changqing looked at the painting.
"What does this herb do?"
Hu Xian'er fell silent for a moment.
"Save someone."
"Save whom?"
"My mother."
Her answer came swiftly.
Chen Changqing raised his eyes to look at her.
Hu Xian'er still wore a smile, but much of her composure had faded.
"She was injured?"
"Not an ordinary injury."
Hu Xian'er lightly tapped the tabletop with her fingertips.
"Someone cleaved her Primordial Spirit into seven parts, and her body was sealed within an ancient land. The Myriad Treasures Tower has searched for years and found only