Chen Lin froze when he heard Zishu's words.
He did not really believe Zishu could produce what he wanted and assumed he was merely being put off.
Although the things he wanted were nothing to an immortal, Zishu was only a reborn wisp of remnant thought, no longer the original immortal. Nor had Chen Lin seen any storage-type magical tool on him.
But then Zishu reached into empty space several times, drawing out one item after another and tossing them to him under his astonished gaze.
"Take a look. Everything you wanted is here. Do you have any other requests?"
Filled with uncertainty, Chen Lin caught the items one by one. There were so many boxes and bottles that he had to cradle them in his arms to keep them from falling.
The corner of his mouth twitched. He put everything into his Space Bag first, then inspected the items one at a time.
The more he looked, the more colorful his expression became.
He could not decide whether to rejoice or feel helpless.
Ten-thousand-year spirit milk, various spirit herbs, pill formulas, and pills-there were over a dozen portions in all.
There was also a Dao-Inquiring Stone and a true soul flower, though the flower was smaller than the one he had obtained before. It consisted only of the blossom, without a root stalk.
There was also a round bead that gave off an unusual aura. When activated with soul power, it formed a light barrier. It was clearly a soul-defense treasure.
Chen Lin's expression shifted repeatedly. He hardly knew what to say.
Had he obtained these treasures under ordinary circumstances, he would have danced for joy. Every single one was worth a fortune, and they were all things he needed most.
Now, however, he was caught between advancing and