Since there was a way to avoid the risks brought by this Sixth Grade Weird Spiritual Plant, Lu Xuan naturally would not miss out on such a high-grade Spirit Seed.
He gently placed the strange branch back on the stall and looked up at the mysterious figure in the black fog.
"Fellow daoist, I intend to purchase this Spirit Seed, please quote me a price," Lu Xuan said.
The surging black fog paused for a moment as if pondering what price to offer.
Soon after, a hoarse voice reached Lu Xuan's ears.
"Eighty thousand Spirit Stones."
"My friend, that is somewhat unreasonable," Lu Xuan responded.
Though Lu Xuan was now quite wealthy, he still adhered to the principle of saving where possible and began to haggle.
"It's a Sixth Grade Spirit Seed indeed, but even with your strength and discernment, you can't know the origins of the Spirit Seed. As a Junior Cultivator at the Early Core Formation stage, it's even less likely for me to understand," he argued.