As he spoke, Xiao Hua casually took out a flying sword and said with a smile, "Didn't you see, Fellow Daoist? The sword cultivator's Primordial Spirit inside this flying sword is still there. It's truly fresh from the oven!"
"Heh heh, erasing the Primordial Spirit within a flying sword naturally depends on one's cultivation. For a Nascent Soul cultivator, it is a matter of lifting a hand; for a Golden Core cultivator, the work of a cup of tea. But for a Foundation Establishment cultivator? I fear it would take considerable effort! You do not use such things yourself, Fellow Daoist, so there is no need to erase them one by one! That does not mean these flying swords are... particularly good!" The cultivator chuckled softly, knowing that Xiao Hua wanted to raise the price.
"Heh heh." Xiao Hua was slightly embarrassed, yet he did not yield. "Then I shall not say more. One pill recipe for Golden Core cultivators for one intact flying sword; three Foundation Establishment pill recipes for one intact flying sword; three Foundation Establishment pill recipes for two damaged flying swords! I cannot go any lower. After all, your incomplete pill recipes have no real use!"
"How about this?" After pondering for a moment, the cultivator transmitted his voice. "This old man agrees to your terms, but you must honestly answer one question for me! And you must swear it upon your heart!"
"This..." Xiao Hua hesitated and shook his head. "If the question does not concern my private matters, I can naturally answer it. But if it does..."
"It will not!" Before Xiao Hua could finish, the man waved his hand. "It has nothing to do with any of that! You will understand once you hear it!"
"Fine!" Xiao Hua nodded, though he was not