Ji Ping'an's words were unpleasant to hear, but Feng Jun felt that if it had been him, he would probably have said something even harsher.
The High Qi Condensation cultivator froze briefly, then laughed. Yet there was not the slightest amusement in his eyes; instead, they brimmed with intense killing intent. "I simply can't afford it, but I still want to buy it... Are you unwilling to sell?"
"Of course I'm unwilling to sell." Ji Ping'an raised a hand and made two slicing motions across his own neck. "Here, right here... Come on, swing your blade at me."
"Ahem." Qi Wusheng coughed heavily again but said nothing.
The corner of the High Qi Condensation cultivator's mouth curled up in another contemptuous smile. "Fine, I know you aren't afraid of death. I won't bully you either. One Merit Point for ten Spirit Stones."
Ji Ping'an had just discussed the going rate with Feng Jun. The market price was roughly twenty Spirit Stones per Merit Point, yet this man wanted to buy them for ten Spirit Stones while acting so arrogant. The air of a tyrannical bully practically rushed into their faces.
Ji Ping'an had quoted sixty Spirit Stones per Merit Point earlier. He did not truly want to sell; he merely wanted the other party to back off in the face of the price.
Of course, if the other party had truly been willing to buy at that price, he could have sold them—nineteen Merit Points would mean over eleven hundred Spirit Stones. With that much money, he could do anything.
But ten Spirit Stones were absolutely unacceptable. His face darkened. "Ten Spirit Stones? Pah! Fifteen Spirit Stones per Merit Point... How many do you have? I'll buy every last one!"
The High Qi Condensation cultivator gave him a half-smiling look