The dark-red Red Lotus Karma Fire burned quietly within the Glazed Lamp, instantly warping the surrounding air with its extreme heat. That terrifying aura of incinerating all things finally made Qingfeng and Ming Yue's expressions change slightly.
"This is a treasured artifact of the Buddhist sect, containing Red Lotus Karma Fire. I'll trade it for one Ginseng Fruit. How about it?" Chu Yang looked at them coldly.
Qingfeng stared at the glazed lamp for a few moments. Greed flashed through his eyes, but he quickly concealed it and sneered. "A worthless piece of Buddhist scrap, and you want to trade it for a spiritual root of heaven and earth? What treasures does Wuzhuang Temple lack? You think we'd covet your broken lamp? Chu Yang, was it? I advise you to give up already and get off this mountain with your useless big brother."
Chu Yang's knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists. Suppressing his fury, he put away the Glazed Lamp, then untied the Karma-Severing Ignorance Sword from his waist and slapped the sword, sheath and all, against the doorframe.
"Then add this Karma-Severing Ignorance Sword! This sword is Samantabhadra Bodhisattva's personal artifact, capable of severing every karmic hindrance in the world. Two supreme Buddhist treasures for one fruit—Wuzhuang Temple can only profit from this!" Chu Yang's voice had already taken on an extremely dangerous rasp.
Ming Yue suddenly burst out laughing. She lightly tapped the sword's sheath with the whisk in her hand, her tone full of mockery and greed. "Chu Yang, aren't you being too naive? Since you're the ones asking for help, my brother and I decide how this deal is made and what price you pay."
Ming Yue stepped forward and looked down at Chu Yang, her expression turning exceptionally vicious.
"You want Ginseng Fruit? Fine.