One hundred and fortieth nine chapters on business two
"Then at what price does Miss Shuanghua plan to purchase it?" Zheng Lin asked back. This is what he is most concerned about right now. The quantity of the soul-condensing incense is another matter. The price is not suitable, but Zheng Lin can't get enough of it.
Will not be sold.
This soul-condensing incense can increase a monk's soul power by one level. For those monks who are unable to break through the realm, its value is comparable to any elixir.
When Zheng Lin took the soul-condensing incense, because his soul level was too low, it was directly improved so much; if it was taken by a master in the dual-soul stage or the void-returning stage, it would only be improved by one level.
Miss Shuanghua pondered for a moment, and after exchanging glances with the old man, she said: "To be honest, since you can call out the name of the soul-condensing incense, you must also know its medicinal effects. The refining method of this soul-condensing incense,
It has been lost in the world of immortal cultivation for many years, so... the value of a soul-condensing incense is definitely much higher than that of a high-level mysterious weapon for super masters such as those in the Void Return Stage or those who are loosening immortals or loose demons; however, for
Cultivation is also very useful for ordinary monks. After all, no matter who it is, there will be bottlenecks in the ethereal journey of cultivating immortals, especially bottlenecks in the soul realm, which may fetter the monks for their entire lives. This makes the value of the soul-condensing incense
It seems extremely precious.”
"Sister Shuanghua, after you have said so much, I still don't know how much spiritual stones this soul-condensing incense is worth." Xiao Ling rested her chin, her eyes looking particularly bright on her dirty cheeks.
"Uh... Well, in fact, the world of immortality currently does not have an accurate valuation of the soul-condensing incense. If you two only sell one soul-condensing incense, we are willing to pay 100,000 top-quality spiritual stones to purchase it."
"Pfft..." Zheng Lin choked again. He guessed that it would be worth a lot of spirit stones, but he didn't expect that it would be worth so much. At the same time, he couldn't help but count the number of crystals in his storage bag with his mind.
Soul fragrance.
"How much is one hundred thousand top-quality spiritual stones?" Xiao Ling was much calmer than Zheng Lin. After hearing Miss Shuanghua's quotation, she only showed some doubts.
But Xiao Ling's question is also difficult to answer. How much is one hundred thousand top-quality spiritual stones? This concept is really difficult to explain clearly to people like Xiao Ling who have no understanding of the number of spiritual stones.
"Of course, if you two are willing to sell more, we can also increase the price appropriately." Miss Shuanghua continued.
When she was speaking, although the veil covered the changes in her face, her eyes showed a strong look of expectation unconsciously, and her jade hand caressing the tea cup was also trembling slightly.
"How many do you need?"
"As much as you want!"
As soon as Zheng Lin asked, Miss Shuanghua couldn't wait to answer. At the same time, the trembling of her body went from almost imperceptible to clearly visible, and even the Eight Immortals Table in front of her moved accordingly.
"Sister Shuanghua, what's wrong with you?" Zheng Lin and Xiao Ling stood up one after another, and Xiao Ling asked with concern.
The old man behind Miss Shuanghua quickly supported her. She supported the table with her hands and struggled to stand up. The light in her eyes was mostly dimmed, and there were slight beads of sweat on her forehead. She looked very tired.
The old man helped Miss Shuanghua to the jade bed that was still cold, and asked her to sit up straight cross-legged. Then, a spiritual light flashed from her hands and slowly penetrated into her body from her back.
"Brother, what happened to Sister Shuanghua?" Xiao Ling asked Zheng Lin in confusion.
"Shh... maybe it's because the old illness hasn't healed yet. Let's wait for a while." Zheng Lin pulled Xiao Ling to sit on the wooden chair. He knew that the old man was probably healing Miss Shuanghua, and he was a little worried about being naughty.
Xiao Ling ruined other people's affairs.
Through the gauze curtain, Zheng Lin saw sweat pouring down the old man's face, his closed eyelids trembling, and more and more spiritual power coming out of his palms.
The entire ice bed was even colder, but Miss Shuanghua's body was flashing white aura for a while, and flashing a fiery red aura for a while. The two colors of aura kept rotating, seeming to rely on each other, and also seemed to suppress each other, which looked very strange.
This situation lasted for two hours, but the old man did not stop, even though he was in a state of despair. Judging from the fluctuations of the old man's spiritual power when he exerted all his strength, Zheng Lin estimated that the old man's cultivation level should have reached
In the stage of returning to the virtual world, monks in the dual-soul stage simply cannot emit such powerful spiritual power fluctuations, let alone such lasting ones.
Miss Shuanghua's current aura is quite messy. Zheng Lin can't judge her cultivation level at all, but at least it can be seen that she must have a cultivation level above the early stage of dual souls.
After such a long period of treatment, Zheng Lin naturally would not stare like that all the time. When he was absent-minded, Xiao Ling walked to the ice bed and looked suspiciously at Miss Shuanghua, who was concentrating with her eyes closed.
"Fire spirit? How could there be a fire spirit?" Xiao Ling's face was full of doubts.
