Rarity Makes Things Precious

"Please, come in."

Du Ziteng warmly ushered Qin He into a private room, served fragrant tea, then smiled and asked, "Brother, are you here to buy or sell this time?"

Qin He sized him up and found that his vitality had changed noticeably. He had probably recovered a small portion of his strength, though his stomach had somehow become a little swollen.

Yet he clearly had not put on weight. It looked rather strange.

But as long as the Rejuvenation Pill was working, Qin He did not care.

This Immortal has no habit of helping people for no reason. I gave you the Rejuvenation Pill. If you still can't make it, then that's your fate.

"I'm buying and selling." Qin He got straight to the point. "Let's talk about buying first. I want some beast crystals—the more, the better."

"Beast crystals?"

Du Ziteng showed a troubled expression. "Brother, any demonic creature capable of producing beast crystals is no ordinary character. These things are not particularly useful, yet their numbers are scarce. If you need a large quantity, we may have to transfer stock from elsewhere."

"So you do have them?" Qin He raised a brow.

Whether they had to transfer stock did not matter. The key was that they had them. Everything else was merely a matter of time.

"If you can accept a transfer, then we definitely have them." Du Ziteng thumped his chest.

"Then let's talk about what I'm selling." Qin He nodded, then pulled out more than a dozen Demonic Beast Inner Cores, several dozen pills of little use, and some materials he had collected recently that could be sold for money.

The moment Du Ziteng saw them, his eyes lit up, and he was overjoyed.

A distinguished guest truly was a distinguished guest!

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