The Cruel World of Cultivation

Immortal Alliance City, in a certain teahouse.

"Daoist Cheng, however much Blood Spirit Jade you have, our pavilion will take it all?"

A look of anticipation appeared in Lin Jingwan's beautiful eyes, and she hurriedly replied.

Seeing this,

Cheng Buzheng glanced at her indifferently and named an enormous amount!

Lin Jingwan was taken aback. When she came back to her senses, she was filled with delight.

Although she knew Cheng Buzheng surely had another batch of Blood Spirit Jade, she had never imagined he had so much in reserve. The amount had far exceeded her expectations.

As long as the deal went through and she got her hands on that batch of Blood Spirit Jade, she could complete the task assigned by the Grand Elder with ease!

Unless something unexpected happened, the position of pavilion master would then be hers for the taking.

In an instant,

she imagined all the benefits that would come with completing the task, and her heart filled with joy. Yet her lovely face betrayed not the slightest hint of it.

Then,

Lin Jingwan gazed at Cheng Buzheng with eyes that seemed as soft as water, as though she meant to melt him, and parted her red lips.

"I'll take all these Spirit Materials!"

"I wonder if we can trade today, Daoist?"

As she spoke, she kept her expression perfectly composed, but her voice grew a little more urgent, as if she feared Cheng Buzheng might change his mind.

She wanted to finalize the deal as soon as possible—preferably right now.

Likewise,

Cheng Buzheng noticed Lin Jingwan's urgency and was somewhat surprised by it.

Still, finalizing the deal quickly was a good thing for him, too. He was wary of trouble arising if they waited too long, so after a brief pause, he said,

"Certainly!"

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