Chapter 1841: Yinfeng Grass

The Mortal Cultivation Story: Volume 10 - War in the Demon Realm

Han Li wasn't the only one; others who saw the ancient figures on the light screen also stirred.

After a while, no one spoke.

These materials were all exceedingly rare in the Spirit Realm. Even the Black Domain people weren't entirely sure that those participating in the exchange would possess what they desired. They even offered the alternative of trading for this treasure with a large quantity of spirit stones and spiritual herbs.

It was, of course, more likely that those who possessed these rare materials were unwilling to trade them for this somewhat dispensable exotic treasure.

Generally speaking, this Qitian Gong was only useful to individuals with a certain degree of power or influence.

Han Li sat on his chair, gazing at the name of an item on the light screen, his eyes flickering with uncertainty.

"I don't have three-zhang-long Snow Spirit Wood. Would a one-zhang section, plus some spirit stones, be enough to trade for this Qitian Gong?" The same clear, cold voice spoke again, clearly indicating the female cultivator's strong desire for the treasure.

"I'm afraid not! The size of the Snow Spirit Wood is crucial to us; even a slight reduction would render it useless," the golden-masked man replied, shaking his head without hesitation.

"That's a pity! Although I truly desire this Qitian Gong, I have no choice but to give up," the woman sighed and fell silent.

"If one doesn't have the materials specified by your domain, can other items be used for trade?" Another emotionless voice emanated from a flying pavilion in a secluded corner.

"In principle, yes, but we only accept the materials we need, and they must be of the same grade as the items we've listed. Ordinary items, fellow cultivators, need not be presented," the golden-masked man replied with a light chuckle.

Upon hearing the golden-masked man's words, the speaker seemed to hesitate for a moment, but after a short pause, spoke again:

"Since you say so, perhaps you'd like to see if the item I possess meets your esteemed approval!"

No sooner had the words fallen than a pleasant crane cry echoed from the stone pavilion.

A pure white crane, clutching a dark wooden box in its beak, flew out from the stone pavilion. With a flap of its wings, it gracefully glided to the white light barrier.

It was unclear if the golden-masked man on the platform had done something, but the white crane passed through the light barrier in a flash, meeting no resistance whatsoever.

The golden-masked man raised a hand and beckoned. Instantly, the white crane opened its beak, and the wooden box dropped steadily into his hand.

The white crane itself circled above the stone platform, neither descending nor showing any intention of immediately returning.

The golden-masked man opened the dark wooden box in his hand, and a faint green light shimmered forth.

As soon as the golden-masked man clearly saw the item in the box, his pupils contracted, and the expression behind his mask grew several shades more solemn.

He made no apparent movements, but an unusual light flickered in his eyes as he stared intently at the item in the box for a considerable time, remaining silent.

The white crane's owner knew that the other party was carefully appraising the item, so he did not urge them.

Naturally, people in the other flying pavilions were somewhat curious about the contents of the wooden box, causing a slight stir, but they quickly returned to calm.

If this item couldn't be exchanged for the Qitian Gong, they knew they would still have their chance, so they weren't in a hurry.

After another moment, the unusual light in the golden-masked man's eyes finally subsided, and he let out a long sigh of regret.

"What's wrong? Is my item not satisfactory to you, fellow cultivator?" The white crane's owner seemed somewhat surprised.

"To be honest, fellow cultivator, the value of your item in normal times would certainly be no less than the materials I've listed. However, to truly make use of this item would require at least ten thousand years of cultivation. And with the great tribulation set to erupt within a millennium, our domain currently prefers to acquire spirit stones and materials first, as that would be more practical," the golden-masked man explained tactfully.

He then closed the wooden box and tossed it into the air.

The white crane, with a sharp cry, swooped down, caught the wooden box in its beak again, then turned and shot out of the light barrier, flying directly towards its owner's pavilion.

"That is truly a shame!" After a brief silence, the white crane's owner uttered a lament and then spoke no more.

"Are there any other fellow cultivators willing to exchange items? If not, then I shall announce the direct auction of this treasure for top-grade spirit stones and spiritual herbs aged over a thousand years." Seeing that no one else seemed willing to trade, the golden-masked man frowned and asked somewhat helplessly.

Auctioning the Qitian Gong for spirit stones and spiritual herbs was, naturally, a last resort.

But the surrounding void remained silent, with no one responding.

"Since that's the case, I hereby announce..." The golden-masked man gave a wry smile, just as he was about to say more, when a rough, hoarse male voice suddenly resounded through the void.

"Wait! I possess something your domain desires. No, I should say something even more valuable than those. Would you care to see it, fellow cultivator?"

Attendant Number Eleven, who stood behind Han Li, gently massaging his shoulders, paused her movements, a hint of surprise flashing across her pretty face.

The man who had just spoken was, of course, Han Li.

At this moment, he flipped his hand, and a yellow jade box slowly materialized.

"If you truly have something good, fellow cultivator, please present it. I will certainly not let you suffer any loss," the golden-masked man said, his spirits lifting, as he spoke with delighted urgency upon hearing Han Li's words.

Han Li chuckled, saying nothing, and flicked his sleeve.

A crystalline white snake flew out. Wagging its head and tail, it swallowed the jade box in a single gulp, then transformed into a beam of radiant light and shot forth.

"Oh?"

When the white snake flew into the light barrier and slowly descended before the golden-masked man, he swept his gaze over the snake, and his eyes subtly flickered with a hint of surprise.

He seemed to have discovered some differences between the puppet before him and ordinary puppets.

However, at this moment, the white snake's eyes flashed with a cold light, and it opened its mouth, spitting out the dark jade box.

Compared to the peculiarity of the puppet before him, the golden-masked man was naturally more concerned with the material in the jade box. He caught it and immediately opened the lid cautiously.

Inside, a faint black light sphere floated, and within the sphere was a dazzling, silvery spiritual herb, several inches tall.

"Yinfeng Grass!" the golden-masked man exclaimed softly, his eyes filled with ecstasy.

Just then, Han Li's faint transmitted voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

"That's right, it is indeed Yinfeng Grass. Furthermore, this particular stalk of Yinfeng Grass has grown for hundreds of thousands of years, and its medicinal properties are far superior to the seventy-thousand-year-old minimum your domain requires."

"Hundreds of thousands of years!" Before he could even appraise it carefully, the golden-masked man gasped in surprise.

Disregarding any reply to Han Li, he quickly unleashed his divine sense, completely enveloping the silver spiritual herb in the jade box, and began a meticulous examination.

Seeing this, Han Li couldn't help but smile faintly.

This spiritual herb was one of several he had obtained from the herb garden in the forbidden ruins of the Guanghan Realm.

However, most of them had already been exchanged with the Heavenly Cloud Integration-stage old monsters during his time on Thunderous Continent. Currently, he only had one remaining, kept for its seeds.

Fortunately, the seeds of this herb were grain-like, so after returning to Tianyuan City, he used a special secret art to remove and store the ripened seeds.

At present, he was left with this slightly imperfect stalk of Yinfeng Grass, which had no immediate use.

Of course, he had similarly processed several other spiritual herbs, equally rare in the Spirit Realm, whose value was no less than that of Yinfeng Grass.

If the golden-masked man hadn't listed Yinfeng Grass among the items for exchange, that would have been the end of it. Han Li had no intention of trading for the Qitian Gong.

But now that the other party had specifically requested this type of spiritual herb, the situation was different; the value of this Yinfeng Grass could be maximized.

Moreover, he was genuinely somewhat interested in the cultivation method for alien body tempering that came with the Qitian Gong.

Therefore, after careful consideration, Han Li finally spoke.

This appraisal clearly took much more careful attention and was longer than the previous one.

After a while, the golden-masked man let out a long breath, finally concluding his appraisal. Without a word, he merely moved his lips, producing no sound, and transmitted a message directly to Han Li:

"Where did you obtain this stalk of Yinfeng Grass, fellow cultivator? Although I cannot precisely measure it, its medicinal properties are indeed at least two hundred thousand years old.

Can you ascertain the true age of this spiritual herb?"

Although the golden-masked man's transmitted voice was soft, it couldn't conceal his excitement.

"I don't possess such ability! Otherwise, unless it's refined into a medicinal pill, its exact age cannot be truly determined. However, I can assure you, fellow cultivator, that this spiritual herb is definitely far older than two hundred thousand years. Is your domain interested in it?" Han Li replied, naturally shaking his head.

"The age of this spiritual herb is certainly sufficient. However, it appears to be missing a small portion, which would somewhat discount its value," the golden-masked man said slowly, his eyes flickering.

"I removed the seeds of this spiritual herb for other uses. You don't need to say more; you should be well aware that the seeds of Yinfeng Grass hold little inherent value. For a spiritual herb of such immense age, if you only offer this single Qitian Gong, I cannot possibly agree to the exchange. If you truly wish to trade for this item, you should show more sincerity. Didn't your domain prepare several other grand finale treasures for this exchange meeting? Otherwise, I would rather keep it and exchange it for something I need with other fellow cultivators," Han Li transmitted coldly, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"This matter is quite significant. Please allow me to consult with others, and I will reply to you then," the golden-masked man replied gravely after a slight hesitation.

"Of course!" Han Li readily agreed.

The golden-masked man then looked up, his lips moving continuously, seemingly conversing with someone hidden elsewhere.

Naturally, the other people in the great hall and the surrounding void had varied expressions upon seeing this.

The golden-masked man's consultation with the others didn't last long; a decision was made in just a few words.

The next moment, the golden-masked man's transmitted voice sounded in Han Li's ear once more.

"Listen closely, fellow cultivator. Besides this Qitian Gong before you, we can offer you one more item from our other grand finale treasures. However, you will have no right to choose the second item. Of course, if you're not satisfied and wish to forgo the treasure, we will compensate you with a large sum of spirit stones."

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