Lin Feng's mouth twitched slightly. He immediately held out a hand and flashed a grin, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.
"Principal, friends get a friendly price. I'll give you half off—ten million Gold Soul Coins."
"What? Ten million Gold Soul Coins?!"
The smile on Flender's face instantly froze. His voice shot up several octaves, and he nearly jumped out of his chair.
"Xiao Linzi, do I look like someone who can afford ten million?"
Lin Feng nodded with a perfectly serious expression.
"No, no, no. Principal, you look like you could easily come up with a hundred million. Ten million Gold Soul Coins is nothing but pocket change to you, isn't it?"
He pointed at the Nine-Grade Purple Ganoderma in the wooden box and patiently tempted him.
"Principal, this Nine-Grade Purple Ganoderma specializes in strengthening the foundation, nourishing vitality, repairing sluggish Soul Power, and breaking through cultivation bottlenecks."
"Its medicinal properties are mild rather than overbearing, making it especially suitable for older Soul Masters. It's practically tailor-made for an old fellow like you who feels willing but powerless in his later years... Sorry, slip of the tongue. Tailor-made for an elderly gentleman."
"You're the old one. I'm still young, and I'll definitely live longer than you."
Flender retorted with a dark expression. Then, heart aching, he held up one hand and spoke through gritted teeth.
"I don't have ten million. Five million at most."
Lin Feng immediately rolled his eyes and said speechlessly,
"This is one of the last immortal herbs in the world. Toss out any one of them, and Title Douluos would fight each other bloody for it. Do you think this is a vegetable market? You're haggling? Take it or leave it. The price is non-negotiable."
His eyes shifted, and he suddenly smiled again, abruptly changing