"What?! You brat, you might as well just rob me! Chop this old man up and knead the pieces together-see if you can squeeze that much out of me!"
Upon hearing Han Chen's words, Yao Lao yanked out several strands of his own beard. His eyes bulged like bronze bells, and he lurched forward, slapped the table, and cried out in shock.
It was not that he lacked composure. Han Chen's conditions were simply too outrageous.
In his view, that map fragment was worth, at most, one Earth-Tier Dou Technique scroll-and even that was being generous.
Under normal circumstances, how could it possibly be worth an Earth-Tier Dou Technique? Even the most ordinary Low Earth Tier Dou Technique
could fetch an astronomical price of nearly ten million at a major auction house. Now, exchanging one for a palm-sized scrap of map was merely one of the conditions. Only a fool would agree to that.
And that was without even mentioning the Seventh-Rank Pills Han Chen had demanded afterward. What did that mean? There might not be a single person in the entire Northwest Continent capable of refining a Seventh-Rank Pill. That alone showed how precious it was.
Even in the Central Plains, a seventh-tier Alchemist commanded the reverence of countless people. Yet Han Chen had opened his mouth and demanded a seventh-tier pill, without even specifying its type or requirements.
Even though Yao Lao had been known as the continent's greatest Alchemist during his lifetime, he was now, after all, only a soul.
The true difficulty in refining a seventh-tier pill lay not in the technique, but in the heavenly lightning and the enormous consumption of Soul Power.
With his soul body and Xiao Yan's mere Dou Zhe cultivation, neither of them could withstand the baptism of heavenly lightning.
Whether