The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 1544: If You Misquote, You’re Dead!

The stall owner was about to speak when Carson Flores suddenly said, "We are guests of Palace Master Ellen; if you deceive us, there will be dire consequences."

The stall owner’s face stiffened; he didn’t expect Carson to issue a threat just like that!

In business, who doesn’t exaggerate and then negotiate the price?

With your words, who would dare to boast?

After all, in this realm, Palace Master Ellen from the Crystal Palace is the ultimate authority.

The stall owner showed an awkward smile: "Uh, hehe, how could I deceive you? It might be a bit exaggerated to say it heals all injuries, but its effectiveness in treating the Divine Spirit is well known, absolutely miraculous."

Carson smiled; "Divine Spirit?"

The stall owner chuckled, "It’s the Primordial Spirit; if wounded in battle, wrapping yourself entirely in this magic mud works wonders for treating the Primordial Spirit. It’s less effective on the physical body of a cultivator, just a little less..."

Seeing Carson silent, the stall owner nervously explained, "This mud is technically waste, but it’s not fully digested, and after countless years of sedimentation on the seabed, it no longer resembles waste at all. It even has a nice name, called ’Spirit-Replenishing Mud...’"

Repairing the Primordial Spirit?

This is indeed a good thing.

Carson casually asked, "It’s a good item, but why haven’t you sold it? Plus, you have so little of it."

The stall owner smiled, "It’s not that no one wants to buy it; this thing is very rare and expensive. Most demon cultivators in the Crystal Palace aren’t very wealthy, and few are willing to spend large sums to buy Spirit-Replenishing Mud to repair their Primordial Spirit..."

Carson thought it was true; these sea demon cultivators can’t be too wealthy, as their daily cultivation consumes resources.

"What’s the price?"

Carson had already revealed his identity, so he wasn’t afraid of being scammed by the stall owner, yet he added, "Though it’s your item and you can set the price, if you quote insensibly, you will face trouble later."

The stall owner gave a bitter smile: "You’ve said that, how dare I quote randomly? This Spirit-Replenishing Mud here is just a sample; I have more, roughly half a unit, just enough to bury one person. After all, a small amount is useless, right?"

Carson nodded: "State the price."

The stall owner hesitated and quoted, "Five Hundred Thousand Immortal Spirit Stones."

Carson frowned but stayed silent. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Seeing Carson’s expression, the stall owner quickly said, "I honestly didn’t quote randomly. This item is hard to come by, and I was lucky to find such a large pile; otherwise, obtaining this much is impossible..."

"Deal!"

The stall owner was interrupted as Carson agreed swiftly.

The stall owner was stunned: "Uh... what did you say?"

"I’ll buy it."

Without another word, Carson took out Five Hundred Thousand Immortal Spirit Stones and handed them to the stall owner: "If you’re not lying, I reckon it’s barely worth buying..."

The stall owner’s eyes lit up instantly; he looked at Carson as if he were a deity of wealth.

Five Hundred Thousand Immortal Spirit Stones!

Immortal Spirit Stones for cultivation; how long does it take to cultivate that much!

A rich person!

It’s long been said that human cultivators are wealthy beyond imagination; today proves that indeed!

"Alright, thank you, boss!"

The stall owner quickly accepted the stones and handed all the Spirit-Replenishing Mud to Carson, carefully explaining, "When using it, be sure to bury your head in it to achieve the greatest effect. If there isn’t enough, you can leave your feet out..."

"I truly didn’t overcharge; its value far exceeds this amount, but everyone is apprehensive about it being waste, thinking it’s unclean. But how is it unclean after so many years in the deep sea..."

Carson nodded and stored away all the Spirit-Replenishing Mud.

He actually didn’t need this right now, but listening to its effects, his instinct told Carson it would surely be useful in future years, whether for himself or for others.

Waste?

Never mind this item has been in the sea for countless years, fundamentally transformed; even if true, so what? If it saves lives and heals the Primordial Spirit, what does it matter?

Living is what counts!

Alfred Weaver chuckled lightly, "You actually bought it."

Carson laughed, "Well, what if it’s necessary someday?"

Alfred Weaver pursed his lips, "If I get hurt, don’t use it on me..."

Carson didn’t explain but only smiled, "Alright."

The stall owner saw Carson spending generously and quickly recommended other items at his stall, but Carson wasn’t interested.

Although underwater goods were novel, few were useful for someone of his stature.

The stall owner reluctantly introduced, "Sir, if you’re interested in these underwater items, you should visit the Seaflower Store ahead; there are various rare treasures inside..."

"Alright!"

Carson and Alfred left the stall and continued walking ahead.

Alfred Weaver laughed, "You’re shopping so intently; you really came to stock up."

Carson chuckled, "The ocean is vast, no smaller in area than the continent. The underwater world is beyond the reach of cultivators; naturally, the abundant treasures within are unobtainable. Now having this opportunity to visit the underwater market, why not make the most of it?"