บท 614: A dead man can't bury the dead

"Yes, spirit stones are just fine," Song Shuhang said firmly. He was simply too poor at this time. Aside from that spirit stone inside the silver dragon puppet—which was exhausted for the most part—he didn't even have the crumbs of a spirit stone!

Being a cultivator without even a single spirit stone made him look simply too pitiful.

Song Shuhang glanced at Daoist Priest Horizon. At this time, he had twenty blood pearls with him. With how many spirit stones could he exchange them for?

A transaction was a deal where both parties were willing to exchange. Even if one had in their hand only a piece of rotten wood, as long as they could find the right buyer—and the opposite party also liked the commodity—it was possible to sell it at a good price.

If Song Shuhang were to sell these blood pearls to other cultivators, the price he could sell them at would be low. After all, it was unlikely that the opposite party was in urgent need of these blood pearls.