Hm? Fifty or sixty? Mid-grade Spirit Crystals?
Not far away, hearing Yellow-toothed Cultivator's words, Su Shi'er's pupils contracted slightly, and he could not help drawing a quiet breath of cold air.
He had seen at a glance that this old man was no ordinary person, but he had not expected him to possess such ability.
After all, Su Shi'er had toiled for the past month or two just to find ten Spirit Crystal Fragments, worth only a single low-grade Spirit Crystal.
A unique secret method for finding Spirit Crystals?
His gaze swept quietly over the old man, and Su Shi'er could not help feeling greatly tempted by those words.
But he knew that temptation was one thing; in a place like this, under such circumstances, that secret method was not something he could lay his hands on.
He nodded slightly at once, not daring to make his interest too obvious.
As for the old man, when Yellow-toothed Cultivator exposed his secret in one breath, two flashes of shock and bewilderment clearly passed through his clouded eyes.
Over the past hundred years, only he and the people of Bi Yun Xuan knew exactly how many Spirit Crystals he had handed in.
With a single thought, how could he fail to realize that the force behind Yellow-toothed Cultivator must have colluded with the cultivators of Bi Yun Xuan responsible for exchanging spirit liquid?
His heart filled with melancholy, but he did not dare show it on his face. Instead, he said with a bitter smile, "Fellow Daoist, you jest. This old man merely had good luck before and happened to find a batch of Mid-grade Spirit Crystals."
"Now, my luck has long since run dry. These past few years, I can say I have not gained a thing!"
After saying that, the