Tang San knew very well that the Dragon Whisker Needle's weakness lay in its being a "soft-attack" Hidden Weapon, unlike the Godly Zhuge Crossbow, which relied on brute penetration. In truth, even the Godly Zhuge Crossbow could not precisely blow a Soul King's head apart with a single bolt, because Protective Astral Aura considerably reduced that kind of penetrating damage.
Thus, Hidden Weapons each had their own strengths. Even the strongest did not truly defy the heavens. In his previous life, there had been no shortage of internal martial arts experts capable of countering Hidden Weapons. Otherwise, his Tang Sect would long since have united the martial world under its rule. How could it have declined to the point of secluding itself in the mountains and forests?
Yet the Firearm in Wu Rou's hand seemed not only able to bypass Protective Astral Aura, but also to deliver damage that pierced straight through bone. That was extremely frightening.
Because it meant the Dragon Whisker Needles were most likely worth very little here.
Seeing Tang San's grave expression, Wu Rou said, "I think these gold grains could sell for around a hundred Gold Soul Coins apiece. If you don't want them, I can convert them into cash for you. There were about three hundred grains on the table earlier. Add the two thousand I gave you as an extra reward, and that makes two hundred and thirty thousand Gold Soul Coins. Think about it. How would you like to settle this?"
Hearing that figure, Tang San understood that the other party had already done all that kindness and duty could demand.
Two hundred and thirty thousand Gold Soul Coins was no small sum. At his current stipend of twenty Gold Soul Coins a month, that fortune was roughly equivalent to several centuries