After a little thought, Lin Changheng decided to keep only the [Sinking Sand Bag] and sell everything else.
Since they were stolen goods, and two were damaged besides, buyers would inevitably drive down the price. Still, his bottom line was one hundred and eighty low-grade spirit stones.
Any lower, and he simply would not sell. Otherwise, he would be making a sucker of himself.
The three secondhand storage bags were also worth sixty or seventy spirit stones apiece.
After running through the figures in his head, Lin Changheng sucked in a sharp breath. "Altogether, that's nearly fourteen hundred low-grade spirit stones."
"Even leaving out the [Sinking Sand Bag] and the Demon Beast essence blood I'm keeping for myself, it's close to nine hundred!"
"Sure enough, horses don't grow fat without night fodder, and men don't grow rich without windfalls! Tsk, tsk, having people deliver treasures to your doorstep really is faster!"
Lin Changheng felt the rush going to his head.
A pill master like him would earn only that much after spending a year or two diligently refining pills in a pill room. Yet just now, in less than half a quarter-hour, he had filled his pots and bowls to overflowing.
But he soon came to his senses.
Taking two deep breaths, he silently reminded himself, No, no...
Enormous profits often come with enormous risks!
Those three robber cultivators coordinated so smoothly that this certainly wasn't their first robbery. But walk along the river long enough, and your shoes are bound to get wet. One mistake, one misjudgment, and everything is lost, including your fortune and your life.
I still need to advance steadily, avoiding strife and conflict. Only then can I travel far on sure footing and seek the Dao of longevity.
Lin Changheng suppressed the greed in his