To Chen Lin's surprise, the fat cultivator did not refuse outright this time. Instead, a look of indecision crossed his face.
There's a chance!
Chen Lin's eyes lit up. It seemed the man had not sold a single puppet over the past two days, and the failure had shaken him.
He immediately struck while the iron was hot. "It's only a crafting method that can be copied. Selling it won't mean you lose it, so why cling to it so stubbornly? Something only has value when it's put to use. If you treasure your worn-out broom, you won't gain any cultivation resources either. How will your cultivation advance?"
Already wavering, the fat cultivator gritted his teeth at Chen Lin's words. "You're right, fellow Daoist. I've been too stubborn. But this Mechanism Puppet Technique was passed down by my ancestors. Unless you can offer something that truly tempts me, I won't sell it."
Chen Lin raised an eyebrow, considered for a moment, then took out a small bottle.
"Then, fellow Daoist, see whether this would be suitable."
As he spoke, he handed it over.
The bottle contained two Chuyuan Pills. The man's cultivation was stuck at the third layer of Qi Refining, and Chen Lin refused to believe he could resist the temptation of pills.
"These are... pills!"
Sure enough, the fat cultivator opened the bottle and saw the two round pills inside, giving off their medicinal fragrance. Surprise and delight immediately filled his face.
Chen Lin nodded. "Indeed. These are pills that can advance your cultivation. I used two of them myself to break through to the mid Qi Refinement realm. Surely you believe in my sincerity now, fellow Daoist!"
With that, he took the pill bottle back from the man's hands and watched him without another word.
The fat