The Myriad Treasure Pavilion's spirit tea, at twenty or thirty High-grade Spirit Stones per tael, had such effects.
Then the Pure Origin Bright Dao Pill, at five thousand High-grade Spirit Stones apiece, probably would not be much worse, would it?
As a major merchant firm that had stood here for hundreds, even thousands of years,
it should have at least some credibility.
Naturally, Hou Ping had no idea what Shen Changchuan was thinking.
At that moment, he was immersed in the lingering tea essence,
carefully experiencing every subtle change within it.
Only after quite some time did he open his eyes, clicking his tongue in admiration.
"Not bad, not bad!"
Hou Ping sighed.
"With such effects, if one could drink a cup every morning, noon, and night, one's Spiritual Sense would increase by at least ten percent after a year!"
"Unfortunately, this stuff is far too expensive. It is practically using a mountain of Spirit Stones in exchange for the growth of one's Spiritual Sense!"
"And compared with pills that increase Spiritual Sense or Dharma Gates that temper it, it simply is not worth it."
"It truly isn't worth it!"
Shen Changchuan, seated across from him, nodded as well,
deeply agreeing.
If they drank a cup every morning, noon, and night, then even the thirty thousand High-grade Spirit Stones Shen Changchuan had possessed at his peak would probably not sustain a year's expenses!
In comparison, thirty thousand High-grade Spirit Stones could buy some pills or secret arts that greatly enhanced Spiritual Sense!
And the latter's effects would certainly amount to far more than a ten-percent increase in Spiritual Sense.
Still, Shen Changchuan spoke a fair word for the tea:
"Even so, this spirit tea has an advantage over pills with equivalent effects. Drinking a cup occasionally can nourish one's temperament,