"How much?"
He Pingsheng asked.
He did want this thing.
Besides, it was a rare item, not something one could easily come across.
After all, every wisp of pill flame meant the death of a mighty Golden Core Stage cultivator.
"Make me an offer..." The fat cultivator folded his arms as he looked at He Pingsheng. "As you know, this pill flame of mine is a third-grade earthly material. If you can produce something of the third grade that catches my fancy, it's yours..."
"If not, heh... then I'm sorry!"
"I don't accept spirit stones!"
Under normal circumstances, a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator could not possibly possess third-grade items.
Thus, a hint of disdain showed in the fat cultivator's eyes.
He Pingsheng smiled, then took out a Pill Bottle. "Fellow Daoist... would this do?"
The fat cultivator reached out, took the Pill Bottle, and opened it!
He swept his divine sense inside, and his expression shifted slightly. "A third-grade pill?"
"And high-grade quality, at that?"
Third-grade pills were precious enough already. A high-grade one was even more so.
"A Soul... th-this... this is even a Soul-Restoring Pill that can repair divine sense?"
The fat cultivator's voice changed with excitement.
When He Pingsheng had refined Soul-Restoring Pills for Zi Lan, he had produced twenty-four in total.
He had given two to Zi Lan.
Of the remaining twenty-two, he had enhanced twelve to supreme grade and ten to high grade.
The supreme-grade ones were naturally reserved for himself or his own people. The high-grade ones had always been intended for trading.
"That's right!" He Pingsheng said. "Even if you enter the Golden Core Realm one day, taking this pill after injuring your soul will let you recover fully within a few days!"
"This pill could save your life at a critical moment!"