"Fifty Spirit King Pills."
Standing before the stall, Jiang Ping An spoke calmly, cutting the seller's asking price of three hundred Spirit King Pills straight down to fifty.
Three hundred Spirit King Pills were enough to buy an undamaged King-level First-Order Divine Weapon.
The puppet before him was valuable, but it was badly damaged. An entire leg was missing, and the Divine Runes inside were bound to be damaged too. It was nowhere near worth that price.
The stall owner yanked the twig from his mouth. His eyes widened, and he raised his voice.
"Fifty?! Brother, are you joking? Why don't you just rob me?! Puppets cost more than Divine Weapons of the same order to begin with! This is an ancient Golden Puppet, rare on the market. Even damaged, its research value and potential are absolutely worth a King-level First-Order Divine Weapon!"
Jiang Ping An's expression did not change. He offered no rebuttal.
He merely gave the stall owner a cool glance, then turned without hesitation and started to leave.
Seeing that he really meant to go, the stall owner grew anxious.
The broken puppet had sat in his hands for years without drawing any interest. Now that someone finally seemed interested, he could not let him walk away.
He hurriedly called out, "Hey, brother, don't go! We can talk price! Give me... give me a little more! One hundred and fifty! No, one hundred! One hundred Spirit King Pills, and it's yours! I'm practically bleeding at that price!"
Jiang Ping An stopped and fell silent for a moment.
He did not bargain further. He took a small pouch from his Storage Ring and tossed it over.
Then he picked up the damaged golden puppet from the stall and walked away, his movements clean and decisive.
The stall owner