"Yes. Fifty thousand spirit stones for one curse talisman."
"Are you robbing me?!" Upon hearing the price, the man sprang up on the spot, immediately drawing the attention of everyone nearby.
Realizing he had overreacted, the man flushed scarlet and pointed straight at Xiao Fan, trying to seize the initiative. "Unscrupulous merchant! Fifty thousand spirit stones for a single curse talisman? Pah!"
Xiao Fan, however, replied unhurriedly, "The Spirit-Dampening Curse makes someone instantly lose their spiritual power for a quarter of an hour, and it works on Nascent Soul Cultivators. Isn't that exactly what you asked for?
"That is the price of this kind of curse talisman. Or rather, every curse talisman I sell that harms people costs that much."
At Xiao Fan's words, the way everyone looked at the man changed once again.
His purpose in buying a talisman like that at a time like this could hardly have been more obvious.
The Grand Tournament was currently underway, and it was truly a case of the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each displaying their own divine abilities.
Some competed earnestly through their own strength, but others sought crooked paths and underhanded methods.
The man planning to buy the Spirit-Dampening Curse, for instance, had exactly that in mind.
In fact, quite a few people had chosen underhanded methods during this Grand Tournament, but most were very discreet about it.
The male cultivator before him could have kept a low profile too. Unfortunately, his own momentary agitation had ruined that. After shouting it out, he still wanted to seize the initiative? As if Xiao Fan would indulge him!
How else had the Curse Spirit Sect's reputation become so rotten in earlier years? It was all thanks to people like this!
The man slunk away.
At the same time, however, the space