"First-tier dragon bone? What a fancy name—it's just swamp crocodile bone!"0

"But it definitely takes some skill to kill one of these," he added, nodding thoughtfully. "Fine. I'll take it!"0

"What? Three spirit stones for this little scrap? Are you out of your mind? Forget it—come on, let's go!" he yelled, grabbed Gu Caiyi by the sleeve and dragged her away.0

Behind him, the rogue cultivator gritted his teeth. "Fellow Daoist, come back! Let's talk again. How about this, two spirit stones. That's as low as I can go. This dragon bone weighs over thirty jin!"0

Reluctantly, Luo Chen returned while fishing out his spirit stones and nitpicking at the same time. Complaining that it wasn't demonic beast meat or that it was too damaged and only a few jin were suitable for cooking.0

The rogue cultivator looked like he'd just lost a treasured heirloom. This guy is the worst—gets a bargain and still complains.1

If it weren't for the fact that swamp crocodile bones were hard to sell, he wouldn't have let it go for just two spirit stones.0

Gu Caiyi, meanwhile, watched the whole exchange with great amusement. Despite Luo Chen recently receiving a sizable bonus, he still lived frugally. Or maybe, she thought, it wasn't just frugality—it was Luo Chen's absolute refusal to suffer even the tiniest loss. A born haggler, through and through.0

Next, Luo Chen continued shopping in the center of the rogue cultivator market. Luo Chen handed Gu Caiyi a long list and tasked her with scouting out any listed materials while he combed through stalls and vendors across the market.0

They spent nearly three hours scouring the southern district before heading toward the central commercial street, where Luo Chen made bulk purchases at well-known places like the Spirit Source Pavilion, Hall of Hundred Herbs, and Spirit...0