Unlike the two previous times he had encountered the Gray-Robed Cultivator.
This time, Dong Qiyu had not deliberately concealed his identity.
Clad in a white Daoist robe, with a face like the bright moon and eyes like brilliant stars, he stood tall and slender with his hands behind his back.
He exuded a distinctive air of easy grace and otherworldliness.
Had Wang Ba not known that he was the Gray-Robed Cultivator from before, he probably would never have imagined they were the same person.
But now that the man had come showing his true face, Wang Ba could not work out his intentions for the moment.
Before Wang Ba could speak, Dong Qiyu noticed his arrival and turned around, taking the initiative to offer a gentle smile and raise his hands in a courteous fist salute.
"Fellow Daoist, I am Dong Qiyu. I heard from Junior Brother Boxiu that you have Spirit Chickens here. Might you be willing to sell me some?"
Boxiu?
Wang Ba quickly recalled the cultivator who went by that name. He had been a regular customer, but he had stopped coming a year ago. Presumably, he had switched to another Cultivation Method.
One did not strike a smiling face. Wang Ba forced a smile.
"Well... to be honest, fellow Daoist, I don't have many Spirit Chickens left here..."
Dong Qiyu's expression did not change.
"I want a thousand."
"Sorry, ahem..."
Wang Ba had been about to refuse, but hearing that number, he immediately held back.
He looked at Dong Qiyu in astonishment. "How many?"
"A thousand, male or female. I'll pay four Spirit Stones each. Of course, if you have more, I'll take those too."
Dong Qiyu's smile remained unchanged.
Wang Ba, however, could no longer remain calm.
A thousand Spirit Chickens-this number far exceeded the