"Wagers must be of equal value. Do you think one Twin-Leaf Soul-Returning Flower is enough for these two items?"
Ye Xiu casually weighed the Spirit Gun and spirit crystal in his hand, his expression calm.
Gu Mengsheng choked with fury at his disdainful attitude.
"You... how can you raise the price on the spot..."
But before he could finish, the jeers and curses of the crowd drowned him out.
"If you can't afford to wager, get lost, you trash."
"I've got my eye on that Spirit Gun. Who dares fight me for it?"
"Damn it, if you've got the nerve, go up there and wager against him yourself!"
Seeing how impatient everyone was, Gu Mengsheng felt an inexplicable pressure rise within him.
He gritted his teeth, and a trace of madness flickered in his eyes.
"You want me to increase the wager? I'll add until you're satisfied!"
Seeing the crowd's fervent expressions, Gu Mengsheng reached into his storage pouch again. To everyone's astonishment, he pulled out several more spirit medicines of different kinds.
"Flowing-Cloud Returning Spring, Heavenheart Soul-Returning Herb, Three-Life Azure Lotus..."
Nie Huan, standing nearby, covered her mouth in shock after taking just one look.
That was because every spirit medicine Gu Mengsheng had brought out was highly effective for healing injuries.
That could be called an exceedingly rare sight.
In Endland, where everyone lived from day to day, healing spirit medicines were all immensely precious. Yet most people would not invest too much of their wealth in stockpiling such medicines.
After all, in this land where fish and dragons mingled together, merely thinking of preserving one's own life was absolutely not enough to truly survive.
Constantly drawing resources from the brink between life and death to advance, then facing crises that could arrive at any moment with ever-greater