"This... isn't this outright robbery???" Xiao Hua was dumbfounded!
Yet, there was nothing he could do. Could he really go to the Taiqing Sect and say that his several-thousand-year-old Mysterious Yin Grass had been forcibly traded away by two sword cultivators for a magic artifact?
Not to mention that the Taiqing Sect itself possessed Mysterious Yin Grass and intended to trade it to Zhang Yuhe—would there be a problem if he stuck his oar in? Just the origin of this Mysterious Yin Grass alone would be hard for him to explain to Gen Qing and the others!
"What an utterly unreasonable female bandit!" Xiao Hua thought indignantly, but his gaze fell upon the flying sword cruising through the air.
After thinking it over, Xiao Hua said with a bitter face, "How about this, Fellow Daoist Zhang? I don't want your sword-controlling technique anymore. I only want the Sword Gestation Method. How about it?"
"Sword gestation? You truly want to gestate a sword?" Zhang Yuhe stared wide-eyed. "Without a sword-controlling technique, what use is sword gestation?"
"That is none of your concern!" Xiao Hua gave the same answer as before. "Still, taking only the Sword Gestation Method would be far too little, not enough to match my several-thousand-year-old Mysterious Yin Grass. If Fellow Daoist Zhang has a method for repairing Sword Pellets, I could consider it!"
"A method for repairing Sword Pellets, in addition to the Sword Gestation Method??" This time, Zhang Yuhe shook her head vigorously. "No, no. The price is too high, unless you produce two Mysterious Yin Grass!"
"Really?" Xiao Hua was overjoyed.
"What? Do you have two stalks?" Zhang Yuhe was merely slightly stunned, without much delight. The instant Xiao Hua spoke, regret rose in his heart. Several-thousand-year-old Mysterious Yin Grass—how could one simply have it whenever