Shen Bing's smile was radiant, like a weasel that had spotted a little white rabbit.
"Surely you know how powerful this Nine Heavens Divine Talisman is, Perfected Lord?"
Perfected Lord Erlang shot him a sharp look. "Of course I do."
Shen Bing smiled faintly. "A Nine Heavens Divine Talisman like this could save your life at a critical moment. Surely it's worth three to five hundred thousand immortal jade?"
Perfected Lord Erlang had been listening intently, his expression solemn. But once the figure of three to five hundred thousand popped out of Shen Bing's mouth, he could no longer keep a straight face.
"Mist-Ethereal Adept, are you robbing me?" Perfected Lord Erlang asked through gritted teeth.
Yes, the Nine Heavens Divine Talisman was immensely powerful, but anyone who spent three to five hundred thousand immortal jade on one had to be out of their mind.
For one thing, the Immortal Realm had largely stabilized, and the Heavenly Laws kept everyone in check. Life-and-death battles were unlikely, so there was rarely any opportunity to stake your life on a Nine Heavens Divine Talisman.
For another, what was immortal jade? It was merit. Its importance to gods went without saying. Even in Ancient Times, when Golden Immortals were a dime a dozen, countless mighty figures would fight over a mere scrap of merit.
Erlang Shen could come up with three to five hundred thousand immortal jade, but it would put a serious dent in his wealth. Naturally, he would never agree to such a deal.
Shen Bing pursed his lips, looking thoroughly contemptuous. "You're a god of considerable standing in the Heavenly Court, Perfected Lord. Surely you can afford this little bit of immortal jade?"
Perfected Lord Erlang's face flushed crimson, but he said nothing. It was not that he had no