Before this trip to the Underground Auction.
Chao Xuan had not only brought out his years of savings, but had also borrowed heavily from friends, relatives, and his sect on the strength of his status as a third-tier middle-grade pill refiner. In the end, he had successfully raised a considerable sum of spirit stones and won the Nascent Soul Transformation Pill at the auction.
Afterward, he had planned to return to his sect immediately and use the Nascent Soul Transformation Pill to attempt Nascent Soul formation.
In truth, this could only be called an enormous gamble.
If he won his gamble and broke through to the Nascent Soul Realm, his strength and standing would rise dramatically, and he would gain another five hundred years of lifespan. Those debts would then be a mere side dish, hardly worth mentioning.
But if he failed to break through, he would likely have to spend what little remained of his life refining pills to repay his debts.
Now, hearing Li Ping's indifferent words, his heart sank to rock bottom.
At the same time, he began weighing his chances of winning a fight against Li Ping.
But his final assessment left him thoroughly disheartened: I've spent most of my life refining pills. Bullying lower-level cultivators with my cultivation advantage is one thing, but my chances against someone at my own level are slim. And this man killed a late-stage Core Formation cultivator almost instantly!
Forget it, forget it. Staying alive comes first. If he wants the Nascent Soul Transformation Pill, I'll give it to him. Chao Xuan silently made his decision.
He could not win a fight anyway. His only choice was to surrender and admit defeat.
With that thought, he said in a clear voice, "You're right, fellow Daoist. I failed to think this