Jiang Yang had not brought back much, but everything he had was valuable.
The first Spirit Treasure laid out on the cloth mat was a pitch-black crystal called [Dark Marsh Baleful-Insect Crystal], which Jiang Yang had obtained by felling that tree demon.
The second was the [nether spring scale stone] he had picked up after a sect elder's death some days earlier. He might as well put it up for sale now, too.
The third was, of course, the Ring Blade Mystic Artifact, the most valuable of the lot. Beneath the sunlight, it gleamed with an eerie, chilling luster, clearly no ordinary object.
Last were the various spirit materials Jiang Yang had stripped from the small Fetal Breathing beasts he had killed along his route through the Dark Marsh. He laid them all out as well, making the stall look less empty.
Even this was the result of Jiang Yang exercising restraint. His Storage Bag was too small to hold everything he killed, and later he had simply stopped bothering. Those Fetal Breathing spirit materials would not fetch much anyway.
Let's see how many Spirit Stones I can get. If I have any left over, I'll exchange them for a bigger Storage Bag...
Jiang Yang had already felt the drawbacks of cramped storage space, so replacing his bag had naturally made its way onto his agenda.
Resting his longsword across his knees, Jiang Yang murmured:
"One Mystic Artifact and two Spirit Treasures. My little stall isn't too shabby, is it...?"
It was far more than merely not shabby. The moment Jiang Yang finished setting up, fellow disciples on either side craned their necks to look. Although none came over to strike up a conversation, private pointing and whispering were inevitable.
Countless among them looked on with envy. After all, most