Qian Wuhen was quite deft with his hands. He had even found a place to carve out a cave dwelling, arranging all sorts of miscellaneous Concealment Arrays around it to declare that the place had an owner. He had also planted an Immortal Palace Banner there.
Their little cultivation lives were going quite well. It was unknown how many times better than staying in that godforsaken sect back then.
As for this Spirit Transformation sea beast, they had naturally picked it up while searching for spiritual herbs beneath the sea. That was why the beast had no Demon Core; who knew which powerful expert had taken it.
Just as the shopkeeper happily appraised the Spirit Transformation sea beast, Qian Wuhen narrowed his eyes and solemnly said, "Fellow cultivator."
The shopkeeper was slightly taken aback. Mimicking the human race's cupped-fist salute, he said, "Please, speak."
Bai Xinghan stepped aside and casually sized up the shopkeeper. He looked like a Sea Monkey and should count as a being of the Monkey Race. Those lively eyes of his were shrewd as could be.
Qian Wuhen took out a spiritual herb still wet with seawater from his robes. After glancing around, he bent slightly and whispered, "Will you buy this spiritual herb? It seems to be the companion spiritual herb of some sea beast."
"This is...?" The Sea Monkey shopkeeper frowned and scratched his scalp, which had only a little hair. "Fellow cultivator, this is not a spiritual medicine, is it? Spiritual herbs have rather limited uses. I fear you'll have to sell it at an Immortal Pavilion on one of the large islands."
His business in this market was a small one. He knew quite a bit about sea beasts, but he knew nothing whatsoever about spiritual herbs.
Qian Wuhen smiled mysteriously. "We