A burst of astonishing sword intent abruptly erupted from Zang Xin's body. He'd been holding back for a long while, and as soon as this sword intent appeared, a dominant aura that looked down on the entire world immediately emerged. The almighty sword intent had even split apart the Rainbow Miasma up above, allowing a beam of sunlight to shine down into the valley. 

Ye Xinglan was standing behind Zang Xin, and her eyes immediately lit up as she experienced his sword intent. Her martial soul was also a sword, and experiencing the sword intent of such a powerful being would undoubtedly be immensely beneficial to her cultivation.

"I'll give you three types of 100,000-year-old spirit plants," the purple-robed man conceded through gritted teeth.

However, Zang Xin clearly wasn't in the mood for negotiation, and he said in a cold voice, "I want eight, and I won't accept anything less. If you don't agree, then I'll just have to kill all of you. With the nurturing...