The Romance of the Immortal Cauldron

"Fellow Daoist, you may be interested in the essence and blood of these monsters. These are all made from the blood of level eight monsters. I originally planned to give them to my own spirit beasts, but now I need some things urgently and have no choice but to take them out."

As Matthew approached, the stall owner took the initiative to speak.

Without opening the jar, Matthew could tell whether what the other person said was true or false just by smelling it.

The stall owner did not lie.

"I don't know what you want." Matthew asked slowly.

"I want something that can quickly improve the cultivation level of monsters. Does anyone have it?" The stall owner said after hesitating for a moment.

If this person asked about other things, Matthew might not have them.

He actually has something that can improve the cultivation level of monsters.

The other party would definitely not look down upon ordinary Soul-Feeding Pills, and Matthew had no intention of taking them out.

After releasing the shield.

He slapped the storage bag and a porcelain bottle appeared in his hand.

This porcelain bottle is quite large and needs to be held with one hand.

He opened the bottle cap, took out a pill from it and handed it to the person on the other side.

"Mid-grade Beast Spirit Pill!" The stall owner held the pill and examined it carefully, then said in a delighted tone.

"Yes, I still have more than a hundred." Matthew nodded.

For others, refining Beast Spirit Pill might be very difficult.

But with Matthew's alchemy skills, refining the Beast Spirit Pill is no different from refining those low-level pills.

As long as there are enough materials, he can refine a large batch of them.

The more than one hundred beast spirit pills on him were the leftovers from the seven-colored treasure-scale dragon.

"Are all of the more than one hundred pieces medium quality?" the stall owner asked after swallowing.

"Yes." Matthew nodded.

"I can give all the monster blood essence here to you, in exchange for all the mid-grade beast spirit pills in your hands!" said the stall owner after taking a deep breath.

But this time, Matthew shook his head.

Two words came out of his mouth: "Not enough."

The other party also thought that the matter was too simple. How could the blood essence of the monsters on the stall be exchanged for the Beast Spirit Pill on him?

Besides, the pills in his hand were only mid-grade ones.

Seeing Matthew reject his proposal so decisively, the stall owner was slightly stunned.

After his eyes turned, he spoke again: "I only have this much monster blood essence, can I add something else?"

"Take it out and let me take a look. If it's useless to me, forget it." Matthew said calmly.

This time, the stall owner stopped talking and directly took out a box from the storage bag.

After putting all the jars on the stall on the ground, he placed the box on top of the stall.

He quickly opened the box and faced Matthew.

The moment the box was taken out, Matthew's heart suddenly moved.

Especially when looking at the things in the box, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth hidden behind the mask.

"How about I pick three things, including the essence and blood?" Matthew suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and asked.

"can!"

This time, the stall owner nodded and agreed without any hesitation.

He had originally intended to exchange the things in the box.

It doesn't matter who you give it to, it's better to use the things inside to exchange for the medium-grade Beast Spirit Pill in Matthew's hand.

Soon, the transaction between the two was completed.

After Matthew put away everything, he returned to his seat.

Time is running out, and he has also gained a lot from this underground exchange meeting.

Before he returned to the stall, the monk who possessed the ten thousand year old ginseng came to him.

Matthew noticed that this person had already taken out the ten thousand year old ginseng.

Many people came forward to inquire, but none of them completed the transaction.

Even if you want it, the price is too high and no one else can satisfy you.

After all, not everyone is like him, with so many pills on him.

"Let's exchange it as you said before." Seeing that time was running out, this man could no longer sit still and spoke to Matthew through voice transmission.

"Sorry, all the mid-grade pills have been exchanged. I only have eighteen high-grade pills in my hand now." Matthew shook his head and said in a reluctant manner.

Of course he was envious of the thousand-year-old elixir, but he had indeed exchanged a lot of mid-grade pills in previous exchanges.

Although he still had some money in his hand, he would not agree immediately no matter what the other party said.

The price should be lowered if it needs to be.

Hearing what Matthew said, the man opposite him narrowed his eyes slightly under the mask.

After hesitating for a while, he nodded and said, "Let's do as you say."

He still compromised.

It has been quite some time since he got the ten thousand year old ginseng. It is of little use to him and he doesn't know how to refine pills.

I wanted to take advantage of this exchange meeting to sell my ten thousand year old ginseng in exchange for something that would be helpful for my cultivation.

But whether it was the exchange meeting above or this underground exchange meeting, many people asked about the ten thousand year old ginseng, but Matthew was the only one who could really come up with something that satisfied him.

Now there is not much time left for the underground exchange meeting.

Once Matthew leaves, where can he find someone who has so many high-quality elixirs?

Although he felt a little regretful for being too greedy before, he would not miss such an opportunity again.