Jing Wen walked along the Bluestone Road in the Market, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the Storage Bag at his waist. He could not help murmuring, "Spirit Stones really do vanish all too quickly."
He had just found another Heavenly Thunder Pearl in the Market and bought a large quantity of medicinal herbs along with it. In all, he had spent a full 4,000 Spirit Stones.
With a slight stir of his Divine Sense, he reached into his Storage Ring to take stock. The Spirit Stones that had once been piled like a mountain had dwindled to a mere few dozen, lying forlornly in a corner.
Jing Wen's brows knitted tightly. His knuckles tapped lightly against his Storage Ring, producing dull thuds.
The buying price for a Foundation Establishment Pill in the Market is only 3,000 Spirit Stones, Jing Wen calculated silently.
As for Soul-Nourishing Pills, he had searched the Market for ages that day without finding so much as a trace of one.
Judging by the purchase prices the various merchants in the Market had offered previously, even the highest offer had been only 200 Spirit Stones.
Jing Wen had no intention of selling any millennium spirit medicine for now. After all, he only had seven plants left.
As for Foundation Establishment Pills, he had only two on hand: one reserved as Chen Qiaoqian's payment, the other intended as bait to hook Han Li.
He still had one set of Foundation Establishment Pill ingredients prepared with millennium spirit medicine. If the refinement went smoothly, he might obtain several pills, but the likelihood of failure was far too high. After weighing his options, Jing Wen decided against taking that risk just yet.
Soul-Nourishing Pills would indeed yield considerable profits if he could refine them in bulk. But ghost mortar grass needed