A Deal Closed

Octopus Xiao Ba looked at Li Ziran strangely. In his eyes, Li Ziran was like some greenhorn idiot who had just come out to brave the world.

A bottle of fifth-tier Soul Plasma required embryos at least on the level of an Ancient Warrior. The situation on the market was very clear. Most Demon Embryos cultivated by others used ordinary Demon warriors. Though they possessed some Elder Demon bloodline, their quality was far inferior.

The most basic way to assess an embryo now was to look at its bloodline. Ancient Overlord bloodlines—the rank of the bloodline determined the quality of the embryo.

Therefore, good embryos inevitably required good mothers. According to the information currently provided by the Shadow Society, good embryos were at least cultivated using mothers such as Butterfly Girls and Mermaids. The lower the mother's bloodline, the less valuable the embryo.

The man before him was clearly just like those speculators who had come over from the Red Soil Continent, thinking they could use a few embryos to trade Demons for Soul Plasma.

Little did they know that Demons had already figured out the ropes. Not to mention that Sea Folk like them acted as intermediaries—those days when one could casually grab an embryo and sell it for money were gone.

Impossible.

"Brother, it's not that I'm looking down on you, but your price is way too high. Maybe someone would have wanted it two months ago. Take my advice: one-tier Soul Plasma is enough."

Li Ziran smiled and did not bother explaining further, though he could appreciate the other man's good intentions.

"I understand. Maybe later. If no one buys them, I'll lower the price." He casually brushed him off and headed toward the basement.

Seeing Li Ziran's attitude, the octopus grew annoyed. He had meant to