Trade

The items this White Tower master brought out were not many, but every single one was something the Asura Emperor had just requested.

Eighth-rank Chaos Blood Viscera.

One eighth-rank Wizard-Magic Auxiliary Cultivation Pod.

Three seventh-rank Wizard-Magic Auxiliary Cultivation Pods.

Fifty sixth-rank Wizard-Magic Auxiliary Cultivation Pods.

Three seventh-rank Silver Apples.

A wisp of the black tinder wonder, Abyssal Demonfire.

The Asura Emperor's gaze swept over the items before him one by one, while simultaneously relaying all of them to Song Chi in real time.

Song Chi was immediately intrigued.

Aside from the three seventh-rank Silver Apples, he needed every other item.

At his prompting, the Asura Emperor met Wayne Green's gaze and said:

"My master currently has only two seventh-rank Time Realm Fruits available. How many of these items can they be exchanged for?"

"Of course, there is no need for the Silver Apples."

During the three hundred years of secluded cultivation, the seventh-rank Time Realm Tree in the cultivation secret realm had produced another seventh-rank Time Realm Fruit. He now had three in reserve.

Song Chi intended to keep one as a backup, in case the next batch of seventh-rank Time Realm Fruits had not yet ripened when the Sky Ruins Firmament later attempted to advance into a Galaxy Warship.

Even if another seventh-rank Time Realm Fruit was produced later, Whitebrow had previously promised him one, which would come in handy.

After the Asura Emperor finished speaking, the reception room fell silent for dozens of seconds.

Wayne Green closed his eyes again, calculating the specific value of the various items and the terms of the trade.

Half a minute later, he finally gave his answer.

"All the Auxiliary Cultivation Pods, plus the Abyssal Demonfire. How about it?"

Within the Myriad Heavens Market, Song Chi pondered for a while