"I'm sorry, I can't reveal that."
Ye Xuan smiled and shook his head; he naturally couldn't disclose the use directly, not to mention, nobody knew exactly what the dark-hearted old Demon was thinking.
"Well then, since that's the case, I won't ask anymore. The four medicinal ingredients you want, the Vermilion Bird Grass and the Purple Spirit Flower are five hundred Merit Points each, the hundred-year Beast-Shaped Vines are three hundred Merit Points per meter, and as for the Nether Fruit, four hundred Merit Points each, totaling up to two thousand nine hundred Merit Points," the dark-hearted old Demon said, curious, but he quickly dismissed the thought. How could the spiritual medicine knowledge of a mere child surpass his?
When word got out from the dark-hearted old Demon, many in the hall twitched slightly at the corners of their mouths. Two thousand nine hundred Merit Points—this was more than the wealth of most of them.