The young cultivator looked at Ye Han in disbelief. "Fellow Daoist, do you really want that many talismans?"
Indeed, this was already his third day running a stall here, and he had sold only a few talismans. Most cultivators had no intention of buying after hearing his prices and explanations. They simply turned around and left.
Even the few talismans he had sold had gone at a loss after the buyers haggled with him.
That was why he had lowered his prices of his own accord. Yet not only had Ye Han refrained from bargaining, he was buying so many talismans at once?
Ten of each kind would cost at least six or seven hundred Spirit Stones. Then he would have enough!
He looked at Ye Han in disbelief, wondering whether this fellow, whose cultivation seemed even lower than his own, was making a fool of him. Did he really have that many Spirit Stones?
Ye Han smiled. "What? Is there a limit on how many you'll sell?"
The young cultivator immediately said, "I'll sell them!"
He promptly counted out ten of each kind of talisman. Most of the intermediate-grade talismans, however, numbered fewer than ten, so Ye Han told him to hand over all of them.
The young man pointed a finger, and his spell power swept the talismans into a stack in his hand. He looked at Ye Han.
Ye Han understood that look. Sweeping his divine sense over the stack of talismans, he said, "One hundred and twenty Basic Talismans for two hundred and forty Spirit Stones, and exactly twenty intermediate-grade talismans for another two hundred and forty. That's four hundred and eighty Spirit Stones in total, right?"
As he spoke, he patted his Storage Bag. A small pouch of Spirit Stones appeared in his hand, and