"Taking Artlessness as his title..."
Presumably, aside from the two Ink Treasures, this was the most important item in the legacy Senior Lin Qinglong had obtained.
Song Yan suddenly recalled the autobiography in the cave abode's corridor.
Back when Senior Lin Qinglong first obtained the legacy, a rogue cultivator had sneered:
"How can rotten wood hold dew? In the end, mud can never be plastered onto a wall."
Looking now at this Daoist text and the senior's seemingly self-mocking title, he felt an added measure of wistfulness at the Heavenly Dao's fickleness.
A fragmentary Daoist text.
It could allow a discarded disciple of a small sect to rise in a single leap and become a Foundation Establishment late stage expert.
Its value, then, went without saying.
If put up for auction, fetching over a thousand Spirit Stones should pose no problem.
In particular, Wu Huaguo had mentioned that she had a small lineage behind her, the Wu Clan.
A lineage's development clearly demanded treasures with such immense potential all the more.
Song Yan reckoned that he ought to be able to receive a share of around five hundred low-grade Spirit Stones.
This mainly took into account the considerable losses the couple had suffered while guarding him as he extracted the spiritual substance.
Under their protection, the growth of his Sword Dao Seed on this trip could be considered a qualitative leap.
Out of humanitarian considerations, yielding a little profit would do no harm.
"Whew..."
As though he had reached some sort of decision.
Rong Xiaofeng took out all three middle-grade Spirit Stones in the bag, along with the three the couple had obtained earlier.
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly. Finally, he gritted his teeth and pushed the Spirit Stones toward the center of the table, before Song Yan.
"Fellow Daoist