Qian Wuhen was quite dexterous. He had even found a spot to carve out a cave abode, setting up all sorts of miscellaneous concealment formations around it to indicate that the place had an owner. He had also planted an Immortal Hall banner there.
This little cultivation life of theirs was truly flourishing, far better than staying in that godforsaken sect back then.
As for this Spirit Transformation Realm sea beast, they had naturally picked it up while searching for spirit herbs beneath the sea. That was why the beast had no Demon Core; who knew which mighty expert had taken it.
Just as the shopkeeper happily examined the Spirit Transformation sea beast, Qian Wuhen narrowed his eyes and solemnly said, "Fellow Daoist."
The shopkeeper's expression froze slightly. Imitating the Human Race's cupped-fist salute, he said, "Please speak."
Bai Xinghan stepped aside and casually scrutinized the shopkeeper. He looked like a sea monkey and should count as a monkey-type creature. Those lively eyes of his were crafty indeed.
Qian Wuhen then took a spirit herb still stained with seawater from his robes. He looked around, bent slightly forward, and whispered, "Do you take this spirit herb? It seems to be the companion spirit herb of some sea beast."
"This is...?" The Sea Macaque shopkeeper frowned and scratched at his scalp, which had only sparse hair. "Fellow Daoist, this is not a medicinal herb, is it? Spirit herbs have rather limited uses. I'm afraid you'll have to sell it at an Immortal Pavilion on one of the major islands."
His business in this market was small-scale. He knew quite a bit about sea beasts, but he did not know the first thing about spirit herbs.
Qian Wuhen gave a mysterious smile. "We discovered that this herb has a soul poison effect