The young woman felt deeply humiliated by the words of the Golden Core cultivator who looked to be in his thirties.
She had already realized that today's trading gathering had more than a hint of looting a burning house about it. But she had no choice. Her clan's patriarch had failed his tribulation and been injured instead, and he urgently needed spirit herbs for treatment.
Otherwise, he would probably pass away in meditation before the year was out.
Once that happened, with the clan deprived of a True Immortal Dancheng and only a junior like her, newly advanced to Golden Core, struggling to hold it together, they would likely be unable to keep many of their possessions.
Rather than let that happen, it would be better to sell off as much of their property as possible while the patriarch was still alive.
As long as their people survived, their household would survive. That was what mattered most.
But although she understood this, the terms offered by the Golden Core cultivator who had approached her were far too low.
Even with its considerable limitations, an object of the Divine Immortal realm like this should not be comparable to an ordinary Golden Core medicinal ingredient. Moreover, the other party had only verbally mentioned that afterward, he would certainly invite a master physician from the teaching to examine her patriarch.
Chu Qingxuan secretly gritted her teeth, intending to remember what had happened today and wait until her patriarch had been treated before doing anything else.
Fortunately, just then, Fang Shu's voice transmission sounded in her ears. "Fellow Daoist, I have a spirit herb over three thousand years old. Would you be willing to exchange your Refining Spirit fragment for it?"
At these words, joy rose in Chu Qingxuan's heart.
A three-thousand-year-old spirit herb