There's a saying: "A thousand gold pieces for a horse's bones." Thanks to this, Ian Song—disguised as Jason Stone—managed to spread the word throughout the provincial capital in just a few hours.
"Gong Qifei greets Senior Jason Stone."
A burly man arrived with two attendants, smiling as he greeted Ian Song.
"Please, Daoist Gong, have a seat."
While arranging the tea set, Ian pointed to the chair in front of him.
Gong Qifei sat down with composure and continued, "I hear Senior Stone is looking for Yin-Yang Grass."
"That's right," Ian nodded.
"What price are you offering, Senior?"
Gong Qifei suppressed his excitement as he spoke. He was the third boss of a small gang in the provincial capital, and after hearing the rumors, he suddenly recalled that over ten years ago he had accidentally entered a dangerous place and found quite a bit of Yin-Yang Grass growing there.
But although Yin-Yang Grass is a spirit herb, it's highly poisonous and extremely troublesome to harvest. Plus, it never sold for much, so he hadn't bothered to collect it. Over a decade passed, and he'd forgotten all about it—until he heard someone was searching for Yin-Yang Grass and suddenly remembered.
Especially after hearing that Jason Stone handed out a top-grade spirit crystal to everyone just for spreading the word—if he could sell all that Yin-Yang Grass, how many spirit crystals could he earn!
Gong Qifei's expression didn't change much, but Ian could tell he definitely knew something about the Yin-Yang Grass.
So Ian said, "That depends on how much Yin-Yang Grass you have. If there's only one stalk, I'll pay two top-grade spirit crystals. If there are more than ten, I'll offer three per stalk. If you have over a hundred, I'll pay five spirit crystals for each one!"
"What?!"
Hearing Ian's offer, Gong Qifei could no longer hide his joy. That dangerous place had at least a thousand stalks of Yin-Yang Grass—at five spirit crystals each, that was five thousand top-grade spirit crystals!
He only had a little over a hundred spirit crystals to his name, and that was after years of saving.
"Oh? Daoist Gong, do you have Yin-Yang Grass?" Ian asked with a smile.
Gong Qifei glanced around cautiously, then sent a voice transmission: "Senior, I know a place with at least a thousand stalks of Yin-Yang Grass!"
"Oh?" Ian raised an eyebrow. "Where is it?"
"Well..." Gong Qifei looked at Ian, but didn't say anything further.