"If cultivators who practice fire-element cultivation arts regularly consume Upper Flame Flowers over the years, not only will their cultivation benefit greatly, but the power of their fire spells will rise to another level! Whether spells or sword techniques, there are precedents to prove it. Fellow Daoist, you mustn't underestimate that tiny improvement. It could give you a better chance of winning against an enemy."
The saleswoman sitting opposite Mo Chen spoke as though lotus blossoms bloomed from her tongue, praising Upper Flame Flowers as if they were peerless treasures.
Seeing that she showed no sign of stopping, Mo Chen had to cut her off. Otherwise, she might still be talking tomorrow.
"Not buying! Not interested!" Mo Chen set down his tea without expression and spoke coldly.
Even hearing the anger in his voice, the saleswoman's expression remained unchanged. She merely gave him a respectful smile, maintaining her courtesy.
"They're not expensive! Just fifty spirit stones for a pile the size of a small hill!" A hint of pleading crept into her voice. Apparently, the penalties for failing to sell anything at the Fated Treasures Hall really were severe.
"Still not buying!" Mo Chen refused her outright.
After all, this purchase was poor value however he looked at it. Upper Flame Flowers had to be consumed over many years, and even a small hill of them wouldn't provide enough tea for twenty or thirty years. He would have to buy more afterward.
Rather than spending money on a heap of junk that took up space, he would rather spend it on something worthwhile.
Cultivation arts, Spirit Artifacts, secret techniques—which of those wasn't more practical?
It was just like the claims in the mortal world that drinking some particular tea promoted health. Far too mystical.
The saleswoman clearly saw that Mo