Fan Paozi smiled faintly and flicked his sleeve, sending a palm-sized fire-red jade box flying out. A layer of golden talismans was pasted across its surface, concealing more than half of the box.
The moment the jade box emerged, it shot directly toward
Inside were seven scales of different colors, each one radiating a formidable pressure that was nothing short of astonishing.
"What are these…"
"Fellow Daoist Han need only examine them himself to understand." Fan Paozi spread his hands in a casual gesture, indicating that
Though
The instant his finger touched the scale,
Time ticked by, moment by moment.
The expression on
After the time it took to drink a full cup of tea,
"So these scales are actually…"
"Fellow Daoist Han knows now, that's what matters." The golden-robed elder spoke in a measured tone. "These things would naturally be of no use to ordinary people, but for those who are determined to undergo the Ascension Tribulation, their value is beyond imagination. After all, not everyone has the chance to experience another person's Ascension Tribulation firsthand."
"But the Ascension Tribulation of your clan should differ somewhat from that of ordinary beings, shouldn't it?"
"There are slight differences, but the overall nature isn't all that different. And as far as I know, besides our True Dragon clan, most cultivators are unwilling to let others remain nearby during their tribulation, let alone witness the true power of the Ascension Tribulation with their own eyes. This 'True Scale Recording Technique' is a unique innate ability of our dragon clan. Even if others wished to do the same, under the power of the Heavenly Tribulation, it would be impossible to succeed. These scales include records of both successful tribulations and those that ended in utter destruction under the Heavenly Tribulation. I trust their importance to Fellow Daoist Han is no less than that of a True Soul Pill."
The golden-robed elder stroked his beard, his voice brimming with confidence.
"These should be consumable items that can't be replicated, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have brought them out so readily."
"Heh heh, Fellow Daoist Han truly lives up to his reputation as a man who has personally slain an Immortal. These scales indeed cannot be used indefinitely — each one can only be used three times, and once the count is exhausted, it will destroy itself. As for the method of replication, only I in the entire clan know even a trace of it. Otherwise, how could I dare bring out something like this to trade for external treasures?" The golden-robed elder showed no surprise at all; instead, he admitted it openly.
"If it can only be used three times, that greatly diminishes its practicality. For trading for a True Soul Pill, it's somewhat insufficient."
"If these alone are not enough, I will add a bottle of Ten-Thousand-Year Golden Mulberry Elixir. This spirit liquid is not only miraculous in its own right, but is also an essential ingredient for refining several legendary pills. Even on Dragon Island, there are only a handful of bottles." The brocade-robed elder added without a moment's hesitation.
"Ten-Thousand-Year Golden Mulberry Elixir? With this spirit liquid added, it is indeed about sufficient. Very well, I'll make the trade." This time,
Though the True Soul Pill could greatly amplify one's spiritual soul power and elevate its solidity to a higher level, when it came to practical utility for him personally, it truly did not compare to these scales recording the experiences of the Dragon clan's Ascension Tribulations. Moreover, they could be used multiple times, enough to benefit those close to him as well — not something a single True Soul Pill could match. Of course, this was also because he still had two True Soul
The golden-robed elder was somewhat surprised by how quickly
"Fellow Daoist Han is indeed a generous man. No wonder Fan Paozi handed you the invitation upon first meeting. I trust you will reap further rewards at the Dao Fruit Convention."
As soon as the words left his mouth, his palm turned over, and a small golden bottle appeared out of thin air. With a shake, it slid silently toward
Then his other arm moved slightly, and a palm-sized wooden box materialized before him out of nowhere. He flicked a finger.
Whoosh.
The box shot across toward the other side.
The golden-robed elder simply raised his hand in a beckoning gesture. The box trembled and came to a steady stop before him. Without any further action on his part, the lid opened by itself, revealing a golden pill inside.
The elder narrowed his eyes, took a light sniff, and a satisfied expression appeared on his face.
"Haha, it truly is a True Soul Pill. Now I can give that old friend of mine an answer."