A glint lit Li Qing's eyes as he looked at the azure ring.
His gaze fell upon the stall owner.
The owner was a middle-aged man around thirty, his face somewhat gloomy, the essence qi within him faintly disordered.
In Li Qing's eyes, this man bore obvious traces of Aberration.
Especially at his shoulder, where something bulged high and writhed faintly, reaching all the way to his forehead.
It was a bizarre lump of flesh. An eye had grown from it, along with countless tiny fleshy tendrils that trembled and twisted slightly.
Seeing the traces of Aberration on the man, Li Qing fell into thought.
Another cultivator deeply afflicted by Aberration. The cultivation methods passed down by the Dao Lineages truly leave endless poison in their wake.
With a faint sigh, Li Qing crouched down and said, "I want these three items. Name your price."
The three items Li Qing pointed to were a pair of polished cow monster horns, a jar of monster essence blood, and that azure jade ring.
The cultivator looked at Li Qing, understanding flickering in his eyes.
"These things aren't cheap. You'll need to give me twenty Curse-Grade Essence Stones."
Li Qing frowned slightly at that.
"They aren't worth that much. I'll give you twelve at most for all three."
"That price is already far better than the shops run by those Dao Lineages."
The cultivator immediately frowned. "Brother Dao, isn't that bargaining a little too harshly?"
"Twelve is too low."
Li Qing smiled faintly. "You've been setting up your stall here for quite some time, haven't you?"
"I've observed the goods in this market. There are plenty of monster materials, and most of them have been sitting there all along, unable to sell."
"For the time being, the market is already saturated with these