A Fortune in Spirit Stones

Ji Yuan had acquired quite a few Dharma Tools this time, but there were not many he actually intended to sell.

One damaged Mid-Grade Ritual Robe, two Low-Grade Ritual Robes, and three Mid-Grade Spirit Vessels.

The rest of the Dharma Tools he kept for himself.

"What do you want?"

The Water Dragon Sect cultivator on duty in Jingde Ward was no different from the one in Zengtou City. He had the same habit of looking down his nose at everyone.

"To sell some Dharma Tools."

With that, Ji Yuan took out the items he wanted to sell and laid them on the table.

The cultivator, who had been rocking back and forth in a reclining chair, stood at once. He examined the Dharma Tools, especially the three Spirit Vessels, then looked up at the disguised Ji Yuan with a more serious expression. He smiled knowingly.

"Wouldn't have guessed it. You look so honest, but you're a ruthless one."

Ji Yuan, whose disguise gave him a middle-aged face, managed a smile. "Just lucky. Just lucky."

"All right. Give me a moment to appraise them."

"Sorry for the trouble, Senior."

Ji Yuan cupped his hands to him.

The cultivator picked up the Dharma Tools and examined them closely. He even refined the three Spirit Vessels a little to check their quality.

After nearly half an incense stick had burned, he gave his estimate.

"I'll give you 125 Spirit Stones for the three vessels. This Mid-Grade Ritual Robe was good quality, but your sword thrust went too deep and damaged the restrictions inside. I can only give you 20 Spirit Stones for it. The other two Low-Grade Ritual Robes are nothing special—22 Spirit Stones apiece. That makes 189 Spirit Stones in total. How does that sound?"

Ji Yuan considered it. "Why not round