"Interesting. In these Hundred Thousand Mines, cultivators as clear-headed as you are have become quite rare!"
"Your circumstances are unusual, Fellow Daoist, and you chose such a particular moment to trade with me. I have to take no small risk."
"How about this? I will not ask for much—one thousand Mid-grade Spirit Crystals. I will provide you with the best protection, as well as conceal the news of your departure. What do you say?"
The One-Eyed Dragon cultivator still wore a smile as he spoke in rapid succession, directly naming his price.
"A thousand Mid-grade Spirit Crystals? Do I look like someone who can produce that many Spirit Crystals?" Su Shi'er asked calmly, his face expressionless. ??
The One-Eyed Dragon cultivator smiled. "I have named my price. Whether you can produce enough Spirit Crystals to pay it is your own problem, Fellow Daoist."
Su Shi'er continued calmly, "Lin does not have a thousand Mid-grade Spirit Crystals. Five hundred, however, I can manage."
The other party had opened his mouth like a lion, so naturally, he had to haggle.
"Five hundred? The moment you opened your mouth, you cut the price in half. Haggling like that hardly shows any sincerity!"
"Five hundred Mid-grade Spirit Crystals is no small fortune either, is it not? Lin imagines Bi Yun Xuan cannot offer such a benefit. Besides, what meaning is there in a thousand Spirit Crystals if they never reach your hands? Five hundred Spirit Crystals, on the other hand, are solid and real—yours to take directly."
Su Shi'er continued speaking.
As he spoke, he waved a hand. Five hundred Mid-grade Spirit Crystals flew from his sleeve, suspended in midair under the support of his surging True Yuan. Like specks of stars in the night sky, they radiated crystalline light.
Incomparably dense Heaven and