Soul Plasma, Raising the Price on the Spot

"F-Forbidden Spell?" Baron smacked his lips and asked.

Li Ziran chuckled. "Of course. Is there a problem?"

"No... it's just... you know, I don't have that kind of stock on hand right now." Baron smiled awkwardly. Forbidden Spells were not incantations that could be produced by merely flapping one's lips. Every single one had been painstakingly researched over generations.

The Human Race was considered the race with the most spells, yet they likely had fewer than a hundred Forbidden Spells. And Li Ziran had specifically named the fire type, which undoubtedly cut the number down by a great deal.

Glancing sideways at the Soul Plasma on his fingernails, Baron felt that even if he handed over every fire spell in existence, it probably would not be enough to exchange for it all.

Li Ziran did not know what Baron was thinking. He placed two bottles of Soul Plasma into the other man's hands and smiled. "Given the foundation of our cooperation, credit is certainly possible. No collateral needed. Two bottles at most, and the opportunity is equal for everyone."

Baron smiled awkwardly. These two bottles of Soul Plasma were undoubtedly hot potatoes, but he could not bear to let them go. As long as he sent them back to Three Carriages headquarters, the returns he could receive would be far more than a drop in the bucket.

"Li Ziran, how about Flaming Meteor Shower? It's a forbidden spell formed from the fusion of four elements—fire, earth, space, and star. It tears open space, gathers Earth Element, ignites Fire Element, and unleashes a meteor shower that blankets the sky. Though it isn't a pure single-element fire spell, it can still use the same incantation to release fireballs raining down from the heavens." Anthony placed a yellow-and-red parchment tome before Li Ziran.