"Fellow Daoist Chen, there's no need for such courtesy."
He Xuanling waved a hand, then turned his gaze to the Centipede Monster's corpse.
Only after a long while did he look up, his face full of regret, as though he wanted to beat his chest and stamp his feet.
"What a pity! What an utter waste of heaven's gifts!"
Chen Lin's mouth twitched. It looked as though exchanging this Centipede Monster's corpse for points was out of the question.
Still unwilling to give up, he asked one more question.
"Grandmaster He, although this Centipede Monster hadn't reached the thousand-eye level, its materials should still be quite valuable. Would you be willing to purchase it? I wouldn't mind receiving fewer points."
He Xuanling shook his head.
"Anything below a thousand eyes is of no use to me. Only a thousand-eye specimen can meet the requirements for refining a Spirit Treasure. This one can only be used to refine a Pseudo Spirit Treasure. You could sell it to an ordinary Artifact Refining Master."
After a moment's thought, he added, "If you urgently need points, Fellow Daoist Chen, I can contact a buyer for you. Some people in our sect should have a use for a Hundred-Eye Monster of this level."
"Then thank you very much!"
Chen Lin hurriedly thanked him.
Only important figures in the Three Great Factions had the authority to purchase materials with points. He had no access to such people yet, so nothing could be better than having He Xuanling help him.
"I heard from Elder Huang that you killed this Hundred-Eye Centipede by yourself?"
He Xuanling shifted his gaze from the centipede's corpse to Chen Lin.
Chen Lin nodded.
Elder Huang was the old man who had received him. Since he had brought He Xuanling over, there was