Luo Qian had no Sacred Medicine, but he had plenty of plant seeds. Sacred Medicine fetched little in trade compared with plant seeds. That was hardly surprising. Although the Saint Court strictly restricted large-scale trade in Sacred Medicine, anyone with a few connections could still obtain it in bulk. Supply also exceeded demand in the Saint Realm, so its value had fallen sharply.
Luo Qian carried some seeds with him. He took out a bag and tossed it to Miliu. "Take a look. How much Ore can I get for these?" Miliu opened it, glanced inside, and put it away without betraying a flicker of emotion. "That depends on what kind of Ore you want." Luo Qian was a shrewd merchant. He knew that to make a profit without risking a loss, he needed to deal in things that mattered to a nation's security and its people's livelihoods.
"High-grade Ore for making Sacred Artifacts," Luo Qian said. Miliu pursed his lips. "Well, I can give you one ton of Serpent-Pattern Flame Iron. Or... there's another way people trade here. We bring out unrefined Ore and let you choose whatever you like. What you manage to refine from it is up to luck. Of course, since that carries a risk, we'll give you more Ore. For this deal, say, a hundred tons of raw Ore."
Luo Qian laughed to himself. For anyone else, that would be a gamble. With Nangong Jue backing him, it was practically money lying on the ground. But he was not about to make things easy. "A hundred tons of raw Ore might not yield even one ton of usable mineral. You're not being sincere." With that, he picked up the seeds from the table and made to leave. Miliu's expression changed. "Friend, don't be too greedy.