"Ten pills refined from fifty-thousand-year-old spirit herbs—such precious items. Fellow Daoist Bao, do you really think that even if this Qin had any on him, he would take them out to exchange for this immortal-script tome, whose translation this Qin already possesses?"
After hearing Bao Chengtian's condition, Qin Fengming could not help smiling. Without the slightest hesitation, he said,
As for pills, let alone ones made from fifty-thousand-year-old herbs—even pills made from herbs two or three tens of thousands of years old were absent from Qin Fengming's possession. At present, the only pills he could produce were those capable of aiding Core Formation realm cultivators.＋◆,
Back then, in order to survive the Integration Heavenly Tribulation, he had refined and consumed every spirit herb on him that could be made into pills during the tribulation. Although some remained, there were very few. Moreover, those pills were far too heaven-defying. Even a single one would have given the old man before him an extremely high chance of drawing down his next Heavenly Tribulation.
He absolutely could not hand over such pills to someone with whom he had little connection.
"Fellow Daoist Bao, if you truly wish to trade with this Qin, then name something from the Immortal's Remnant Land that this Qin can produce at some cost. Otherwise, this Qin can simply do without that scroll."
Qin Fengming was naturally not the sort to let others carve him up. With a smile, he spoke again.
"Very well. Since you truly wish to trade with me, I shall no longer name an arbitrary price. The rarity of this Immortal Realm secret art is no less than that of any top-grade cultivation ** and secret art. Handing it to you so readily is more than enough to make up for your showing mercy. As