The prices of the Crimson Flame Sky Wings, Dragon Blood Grass, and Rising Sun Spirit Pills were already staggering, but he could let that pass.
The asura flesh and blood and essence of Geng metal, however, were fourth-tier spiritual materials that even he, a Dharma Nascent Soul cultivator, found somewhat useful!
Military merits were actually worth far more than spirit stones!
An ordinary Golden Core cultivator had a fortune of around a million spirit stones. Those at peak Golden Core had roughly three to five million, while those at the Pseudo-Nascent Soul level had a little more, around seven to eight million.
But all these things together... their value probably exceeded ten million spirit stones!
Did a deputy general with Pseudo-Nascent Soul combat strength have that many spirit stones at his disposal?
He could hardly sell off his Lifebound Magic Treasure and all his other treasures for money.
Qing Chen had not originally intended to exchange for so much, either.
But something major was clearly going to happen in five years, and he had even met someone like Chan Master Wuxiang and been allowed to make whatever requests he wished.
He would be a blockhead not to ask.
If he kept saving spirit stones, who knew whom he would end up saving them for?
Besides, he was in the army, within the Great Jin Immortal Dynasty.
True Lords easily possessed fortunes of tens of millions, over a hundred million, or even hundreds of millions of spirit stones.
After all, a single high-grade Magic Treasure was worth far more than ten million, and generally could only be purchased with high-grade spirit stones or acquired through barter.
There was a moment of silence.
At last, from within the Buddhist light, Chan Master Wuxiang's voice rang out again, betraying neither pleasure nor anger,