Luo Qian had no sacred medicine, but he had plenty of things like plant seeds. He had asked around about the exchange rate for sacred medicine and found it was not much higher than for seeds. That was hardly surprising. Though the Saint Court strictly limited bulk trades in sacred medicine, anyone with a few connections could still obtain large quantities with ease. Besides, supply outstripped 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 this?" Miliu opened it, then put it away without a change in expression. "That depends on what kind of Ore you want." Luo Qian was a shrewd merchant. He knew that to make sure a business stayed profitable, he had to enter fields tied to a nation's security and its people's livelihoods.
"High-grade Ore for making Sacred Artifacts," Luo Qian said. Miliu pursed his lips. "For that, I can give you a ton of Serpent-Pattern Flame Iron. Or... there's another way people trade here. We bring out raw Ore, unrefined, and you choose whatever you like. What minerals you manage to refine from it depends on your luck. Of course, since that kind of trade carries a risk, we give you more Ore. For this deal, say, I could offer you a hundred tons of raw Ore."
Luo Qian laughed to himself. It might be a gamble for anyone else, but with Nangong Jue at his side, it would be like picking money off the ground. He was not about to make things easy for Miliu, though. "A hundred tons of raw Ore might not yield even one ton of usable mineral. You're not being sincere."