The Legend of the Immortal Cauldron

"Fellow Daoist, you are interested in these monster blood essences. These are made from the blood of level 8 monsters. I originally planned to give them to my own spirit beasts, but now I need something urgently and have no choice but to take them out."

The stall owner took the initiative to speak when Matthew approached.

Without opening the jar, Matthew could tell whether what the other party 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 of monsters. Do you have it?" The stall owner said after hesitating for a while.

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

He really has something that can improve the cultivation of monsters.

The other party would definitely not look down on ordinary spirit-feeding pills, and Matthew had no intention of taking them out.

After releasing the shield.

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

This porcelain bottle is a bit big and needs to be held with one hand.

He opened the bottle cap and took out a pill from it and sent it to the other side.

"Middle-grade beast spirit pills!" The stall owner pinched the pill and carefully identified it, and said in a joyful tone.

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

For others, refining beast spirit pills may be very difficult.

But with Matthew's alchemy skills, refining beast spirit pills is no different from refining those low-grade pills.

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

The more than a hundred beast spirit pills on him are all left over by the seven-colored treasure scale dragon.

"Are all more than a hundred of them middle-grade?" The stall owner swallowed his saliva and asked.

"Yes." Matthew nodded.

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

But this time, Matthew shook his head.

He uttered two words: "Not enough."

The other party also thought things were simple. How could the monster blood on the stall exchange for the beast spirit pills on his body?

Besides, he only had middle-grade pills in his hand.

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

After his eyes turned, he spoke again: "I only have so much monster blood in my hand, can I add some other things?"

"Take it out and let me see it first. If it is useless to me, forget it." Matthew said calmly.

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

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

He quickly opened the box and faced Matthew.

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

Especially when he looked at the things in the box, the corner of his mouth hidden in the mask also raised a smile.

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

"Okay!"

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

He originally planned to go out to exchange the things in the box.

It doesn't matter who you exchange it with, so why not use the things inside to exchange for the middle-grade beast spirit pill in Matthew's hand now.

Soon, the transaction between the two was completed.

After Matthew put away all the things, he returned to his position.

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

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

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

There were also many people who came forward to ask, but none of them completed the transaction.

The price was too high for others to satisfy.

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 person finally couldn't sit still and said to Matthew.

"Sorry, the middle-grade pills have been exchanged, and I now have 18 high-grade pills in my hand." But Matthew shook his head and said with some refusal.

He was naturally envious of the ten thousand year old elixir, but he had indeed exchanged a lot of the middle-grade elixirs in the previous exchange.

Although he still had some in his hand, he would not agree immediately to the other party's words.

He should lower the price.

Hearing what Matthew said, the eyes under the mask of the person opposite him condensed slightly.

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

He compromised.

It has been quite a while since he got the ten thousand year old ginseng. This thing is not of much use to him, and he can't refine elixirs.

He wanted to take advantage of this exchange meeting to sell the ten thousand year old ginseng and exchange it for something that would help him practice.

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

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

Once Matthew leaves, where can he find people with so many high-grade elixirs.

Although he regretted that he was too greedy before, he would not miss such an opportunity again.