Saint Sword Wujian

Ling Feiyu was a little surprised by his words. She didn't expect that Zhang Ruochen would agree to sell divine blood in such a short time.

But naturally, it would be a good thing for her.

"What do you want for trade? Saint rock? Saint decree? Saint pill? Or a saint guardian?"

As one of the nine Imperial Empresses of the Demonic Sect who had practiced for 300 years, Ling Feiyu had accumulated a large amount of fortune and resources, incomparable to any other saint.

And in her eyes, Zhang Ruochen now had made enemies everywhere, was under attack from all sides, and was in desperate need of a saint guardian to protect him secretly. So she made the suggestion.

As long as Zhang Ruochen could sell her divine blood, it wouldn't cost Ling Feiyu much to introduce a saint to be his guardian with her influence.

"Why should I trade divine blood with the things that I could buy or trade from others?"