After a long while, Zhao Xingwu finally came to his senses and said, "Life Essence? How much did you consume, Li Changsheng, to restore spiritual power that was on the verge of extinction?"
"Senior Zhao, does our government have this stuff too?" Seeing that Zhao Xingwu was not surprised by the existence of Life Essence, Fang Ping asked.
"We do, but very little. This stuff only comes from rank-nine demon plants. Once a great battle begins, it's extremely difficult to seize any Life Essence. Either it gets used up, or it ends up being destroyed in a self-detonation. The government's reserves are also very limited, and some has to be used to heal Grandmasters—it's nowhere near enough. The government also never knew this stuff could restore spiritual power." "I'm not sure about that either. Drinking a few hundred jin should more or less restore it." Zhao Xingwu immediately fell silent. A few hundred jin? The government probably only had ten or twenty jin in storage, and every use was measured in grams.
A few hundred jin?
Even if all humanity were stripped bare, they could not come up with that much. "Changsheng, you tell them. This kid doesn't have a single truthful word in his mouth. One dollar becomes a hundred million when it reaches him," Liu Polu said.
"Ahem, not that much. A little over a hundred jin should be enough. But if it's really for treatment, twenty or thirty jin would probably do. I wasted too much of it. Otherwise, I wouldn't have ended up forging my Golden Body while I was at it."
"Li Changsheng, this isn't something to joke about!" Zhao Xingwu, standing nearby, could no longer keep it together. One of them had started off talking about hundreds of jin, while the other spoke of