Upon hearing Wen Xinpeng's words, Qin Fengming's youthful face filled with hesitation and reluctance. After the light in his eyes shifted several times, he finally spoke:
"The value of the Peyuan Pill needs no explanation from this Qin. Fellow Cultivator Wen knows its preciousness as well. It was refined using three rare spirit herbs over fifty thousand years old as the main ingredients, supplemented by more than a dozen spirit herbs over ten thousand years old. In the Cultivation World today, those three main ingredients have long since vanished. Even with Manghuang Mountain's deep foundations, it would be difficult to gather enough materials to refine another one. This Peyuan Pill could be called a peerless treasure in the Cultivation World today. If it were auctioned at the Marketplace, it would definitely fetch several million, or even more than ten million, spirit stones..."
"Very well. To compensate Fellow Daoist Qin, aside from those three hundred thousand spirit stones, I am willing to yield one treasure to you when the treasures are distributed evenly later. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Qin is satisfied." Before Qin Fengming could finish speaking, Wen Xinpeng interrupted him. There was no trace of a smile left on his face.
"Since Fellow Cultivator Wen insists on choosing this Peyuan Pill and is willing to offer such compensation, if I continue insisting, I will seem entirely unreasonable. Very well. This Qin will give up this Peyuan Pill and choose something else." Hearing Wen Xinpeng's words, Qin Fengming showed reluctance. After pondering for a moment, he finally spoke.
After saying this, he gave the treasures before him a quick scan, then casually picked up a Jade Box containing a fist-sized piece of refining material. With a flip of his hand, he put it away.
Seeing the young cultivator choose a