Knowing full well that the other party was blatantly taking advantage of the crisis, Su Shi'er did not mind.
It did not matter if the other party asked an exorbitant price; he could bargain it down as well.
With a few casual words, he went with the flow and named his own price.
For him now, whether it was three hundred top-grade Spirit Stones or three thousand top-grade Spirit Stones, he could produce them if he wished.
But so many top-grade Spirit Stones were an enormous cultivation resource.
If he truly took them out, he would naturally feel the pain of it.
More importantly, if he handed them over so readily, then given the other party's temperament, he would surely press his advantage inch by inch.
By then, the problem would no longer be something three thousand top-grade Spirit Stones could solve.
Besides, wealth should not be flaunted. If the other party confirmed that he possessed even more top-grade Spirit Stones, the slightest carelessness could invite an unprovoked killing intent.
Having roamed the Cultivation World for many years, Su Shi'er had long become exceedingly seasoned in dealing with people.
He understood the intricacies involved better than most cultivators.
"Three hundred top-grade Spirit Stones? Hmph! You think this paltry amount of Spirit Stones can save a Nascent Soul cultivator on the brink of death?"
"Or does this young friend think that this old man, a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, does not deserve a higher price for going to the trouble of saving someone?"
Elder Qian, who had been all kindness and benevolence moments ago, suddenly changed expression and pulled a long face.
His icy gaze bore down on Su Shi'er.
"Of course not. It is simply that the four of us are only at the Golden Core stage, and the resources