Standing before Li Ping.
The Foundation Establishment cultivator surnamed Chen's expression shifted for a long time. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "I heard that you are a Third-Tier Pill Refiner, Senior, so I would like to ask you for a bottle of Essence-Origin Pills."
"A bottle of Essence-Origin Pills?" Li Ping raised his head and glanced at him.
Essence-Origin Pills helped cultivators break through to the late stage of Foundation Establishment. Judging by the aura the cultivator surnamed Chen gave off, his cultivation was almost at the peak of the middle stage, so he did indeed have a fairly urgent need for them.
However, one batch contained twelve Essence-Origin Pills and sold for nearly twenty thousand spirit stones, enough to buy a treasure of somewhat inferior quality.
Wanting to exchange a half-ruined treasure that could practically be considered scrap for an entire bottle of Essence-Origin Pills smacked of a lion opening its jaws wide.
Meeting Li Ping's half-smiling gaze, the cultivator surnamed Chen grew uneasy and began to regret naming such a high price.
But the words were already out. Despite his regret, he could only put on a brave face.
He made up his mind: if Senior Li bargained, he would lower the price. If Senior Li no longer wanted it, he would slash the price.
He had truly had enough of this wretched Bronze Cauldron.
"You must be joking, young friend Chen. You dare ask such a high price for a ruined treasure?" Li Ping glanced at him and shook his head slightly. "If I didn't enjoy collecting old objects, and if this Bronze Cauldron weren't ancient enough to have some collectible value, I wouldn't even have asked the price."
The Foundation Establishment cultivator surnamed Chen steeled himself and explained, "Senior, you know that ancient objects