After leaving the Dao Merit Tower.
Zheng Jingren could no longer hold himself up. After a brief farewell, he hurried toward his cave abode, intending to get a good night's sleep.
Lu He, meanwhile, turned into a streak of light and flew straight toward the Heavenly Craft Tower.
Hao Wu's magic artifact, some useless odds and ends from his storage pouch, and that iron fork all had to be disposed of as soon as possible and exchanged for Dao Merit.
He also needed to replenish his supply of Azure Water Essence Pills.
"A low-grade saber-type magic artifact. Inferior quality, with some wear and tear. Valued at twenty-four Dao Merit."
Inside the Heavenly Craft Tower, an energetic old man in black robes ran his fingers over the magic artifact saber on the counter. Without the slightest hesitation, he named a price.
"Twenty-four Dao Merit?"
Lu He sprang to his feet and made as if to take the magic artifact back from the counter.
It was not as though he knew nothing of market prices.
Low-grade offensive magic artifacts might be relatively cheap, but they would never go for less than thirty Dao Merit.
The magic artifact he had obtained from Hao Wu did indeed show signs of use, but the Dao patterns inscribed upon it were not damaged in the slightest. It did not affect refinement or use at all.
How could it be worth a mere twenty-four Dao Merit?
Across the counter.
"How much Dao Merit do you want to sell it for?"
The old man in black stopped Lu He, a trace of barely perceptible curiosity flashing through his eyes.
Quite a few disciples came here to sell all sorts of resources and treasures.
But one like this fellow, who could swallow his pride and haggle like a