There was no doubt about it—the one bought for 450,000 was in on it too.
In the end, the young man cautiously left the alley with a million spirit stones in his arms... He had not sold much, only two years. A million spirit stones were enough to improve his current life, and spirit stones retained their value, unlike spirit notes, whose exchange rate fluctuated.
Youth was a wonderful thing. Losing two years of his lifespan was impossible to notice... If he sold his blood, he would still have to replenish it afterward, right?
There was actually such a good deal in the world!
In the Lower District, the young man might not even earn 500,000 spirit stones in two years... No, even 300,000 would be difficult, unless his cultivation was sufficient and someone guided him so he could venture into the wilderness, develop new spirit-stone mines, and become a wild spirit-stone prospector.
"Kid, what are you holding in your pocket?"
"You... Who are you?! D-Don't come any closer!"
"Brothers, we've got a fat sheep here!"
The young man was stunned on the spot. How had he forgotten? This was the Lower District, a place where even after someone died, people could scrape off a layer of oil! He should not have refused to rent even the most basic storage bag just to save money!
"Little brother, why are you back again?"
"...I-I'll sell another year!"
"Sure thing!"
The news that someone at the Eighth Day Room was buying Lifespan had barely spread when numerous people secretly offering the same service appeared throughout the Lower District... This was something the people who had received the first-hand news inside the room had never expected.
By the time they reacted, it seemed they had already lost the initiative.
"Beasts!