"Whoa—this really is a Thousand-Year Yellow Plum!"
In the crowd, a middle-aged cultivator in a blue Daoist robe could not help crying out in shock. His eyes stared fixedly at the three golden fruits, and even his voice changed pitch. "A Thousand-Year Yellow Plum that can extend one's lifespan by a thousand years with a single fruit! I've seen descriptions in ancient texts. There's no mistaking it!"
The moment those words came out, the crowd grew even more excited.
"How many Source Crystals for one Thousand-Year Yellow Plum?" A richly dressed middle-aged man with a powerful aura pushed his way to the front of the stall and asked Jiang Ping'an, his gaze burning.
Jiang Ping'an sized him up. This middle-aged man wore a brocade robe embroidered with cloud patterns, with a jade pendant hanging at his waist, and his bearing was extraordinary. More importantly, the aura around him far surpassed the Celestial Realm, faintly carrying an unfathomable pressure—he was at least an expert of the Immortal Realm.
Jiang Ping'an had a count in his heart and answered loudly, "Twenty-five thousand Source Crystals for one Thousand-Year Yellow Plum."
This price was one he had carefully considered.
On the road, he had asked Nine Clouds about the market price, and Nine Clouds had suggested thirty to fifty thousand. He had deliberately set it a little lower, not to make money, but to draw attention. After all, what he mainly wanted to sell was Suanni meat and other immortal grasses and divine medicines; the Yellow Plums were only a lure. Besides, he only planned to sell three, so he would not lose much.
Sure enough, the moment this price was spoken, the crowd instantly rang with a chorus of sharp intakes of breath.
"Twenty-five thousand? That cheap?"
"I've seen one at an auction