He stepped onto the platform and took out ten Soul Pearls, drawing a wave of laughter from below. The host had oversold them somewhat. These were merely relics of Soul Ghosts, found everywhere on the Brocade Continent. Ordinary Soul Ghosts left none behind; only wandering souls and malicious ghosts or stronger beings could leave such things after being destroyed.
Still, producing ten at once was no small number. In the Anhe Kingdom, at least, gathering ten was far from easy.
The host had a thick skin and paid it no mind whatsoever-a necessary quality in a successful merchant.
"Soul Pearls, the finest intermediary for Crafting Puppets, marionettes, and Magical Beasts! Incorporate these pearls during crafting, and your creation will gain the most basic capacity to be controlled and a rudimentary intelligence. They are also a rare tonic for fellow Daoists cultivating Soul Techniques. In particular, they are said to have some healing effect on injuries to the Divine Soul.
"Useful or useless, it all depends on the mind; another man's poison is my immortal wine.
"Ten in a set, not sold separately. The opening price is two hundred Spirit Stones!"
Utter silence reigned below. Truth be told, two hundred Spirit Stones was rather inflated. Although these things were uncommon in shops because they were difficult to preserve, there was still a chance of obtaining them by ordering in advance. A hundred Spirit Stones was the limit. Even at an auction, one could not fleece people like this.
"Take note! One of the ten is a Ghostly Pearl. I need hardly explain what that means. Two hundred Spirit Stones-any bids?"
The host had rather overestimated his drawing power. Perhaps it was also because he had not hosted in so long that he could no longer direct the proceedings as effortlessly as