The 5,000-Year-Old Heavenly Flame Fire Ginseng
Shi Yue's brows knitted together, and a trace of disgust appeared in his eyes.
"At an auction for high-level cultivators, do they really have to sell people? Nascent Soul Cultivators are treated like goods for people to buy and sell. As a Nascent Soul Cultivator, she has no dignity at all—she's actually willing to be auctioned off like an object." Shi Yue couldn't understand it.
"Foolish boy, are Nascent Soul Cultivators really that valuable? I told you, with enough resources, even a low-rank pig demon can cultivate to the Nascent Soul Realm. Of course, look carefully: that female Nascent Soul Cultivator's aura is unstable. She didn't reach that level through her own efforts. She's a medicine slave, piled high with Spirit Pills and Elixirs, kept for high-level cultivators to drain through dual cultivation. Put simply, she's no longer a cultivator, but a Spirit Herb that's over three thousand years old—and one that's already been used many times."
"A medicine slave? They treat a person like a Spirit Herb? Does she die after they drain her? Doesn't she know that?" This was the first time Shi Yue had heard of such a thing.
"More or less. If she isn't willing, no one can force her. Generally, they're beautiful female cultivators with nowhere else to turn. They choose to become medicine slaves to secure a better future for their families. It happens all the time. You think everyone can live as comfortably as you? Take Zhao Sisi, for example. If she hadn't met you, she'd either have become a high-level cultivator's concubine or a medicine slave. I'd say her chances of becoming a medicine slave were pretty high. It's a fast way to earn Spirit Stones: one person sells herself, and the whole family doesn't go