As soon as Ye Xiu said this, the onlookers around them began clamoring along with him.
"Exactly, exactly! Nie Qing is willing to put up his share of the spirit medicine as the stake, and you want to gamble with nothing but your words?"
"A wager has to be equal, doesn't it? Otherwise, what's the point of betting?"
The surrounding spectators all loved watching the fun grow bigger. Those willing to gamble on stones were drawn by the thrill of one breath in heaven, the next in hell. Without enough excitement to stir their emotions, they would not feel the rush.
Gu Mengsheng and the others were forced into ugly expressions by the surrounding clamor.
They had originally wanted to use public pressure to force Nie Qing to hand over the item, but with just a few words from Ye Xiu, they themselves had been placed over a barrel instead.
"Fine! If you dare to gamble, do you think I, Gu Mengsheng, would be afraid of you?"
Gu Mengsheng gritted his teeth. That spirit medicine was far too important to him; he had to find a way to get his hands on it.
As he spoke, Gu Mengsheng took out a bottle of crystal-clear spring water.
The instant they saw it, everyone around them lit up.
"Myriad Clearflow Spring! This treasure is excellent for increasing the refinement of one's divine soul."
Nie Qing's face was also full of delight.
The Heavenly Craftsmen Tribe built its foundation on forging. Forging artifacts was a trade that demanded the utmost precision, so the more finely one's divine soul was tempered, the more precise one's handling would be.
For that reason, their demand for items that benefited the divine soul was extremely high.
To ordinary cultivators, the item before them was merely something good.