Na'er: You? A paycheck-to-paycheck pauper with pockets cleaner than your face-where did you get the money?

It was incredibly pure, and exceptionally gentle.

That gentleness did not mean its power was weak. Quite the opposite: precisely because its level was high enough, they could feel even more clearly the power within, so pure it almost touched the origin itself.

For any dragon-type Soul Master, something like this could be called a life-changing opportunity.

In this era, increasing soul power was actually its least valuable function. What truly mattered was bloodline, martial soul quality, and the level of one's life.

Those were not things that effort alone could break through.

Soul power could be cultivated bit by bit, and levels could be ground out slowly over time, but a martial soul's innate quality was fixed, as was the upper limit of one's bloodline.

From birth, certain things had already determined the heights the vast majority of Soul Masters could reach in their lifetimes.

Na'er said bluntly, "If this thing really went to auction, forget a billion or two. If you ran into Soul Masters with dragon-type martial souls who truly knew its worth, the bidding could go even higher."

Tang Wuling's hand holding the fruit visibly stiffened.

But Na'er did not stop at all.

"What prices have those Immortal Herbs that supposedly improve your aptitude been driven up to now? Billions, tens of billions-and you still can't buy them even if you have the money."

"Why? Because everyone knows the original Shrek Seven Devils ate Immortal Herbs back then, and all of them later became gods."

Tang Wuling opened her mouth, but for a moment, she had no idea what to say.

Na'er kept going.

"If you tell Soul Masters out there that the most important things in cultivation are hard work and an unwavering will, they'll only give you one answer-'Yeah, right.'"

"Who doesn't work hard?