After thinking for a while, Luo Hongye finally agreed to Li Qing’s trade.
The core of a single Immortal Fruit was far rarer than even a stalk of Nine-Leaf Mystic Spirit Grass.
For someone like her, a highly skilled alchemist, such a treasure carried an indescribable temptation.
Immortal medicines were unique to the world.
Even in the Immortal Realm itself, once a single stalk of a particular immortal herb appeared, no second specimen of its kind would ever exist.
Only if the original immortal herb was completely exterminated from its roots could the same herb perhaps reappear in some other place after countless generations.
And if the immortal tree that bore an unknown fruit was cut down and its roots destroyed, then with the fruit’s core, there was a chance to replant and regrow the immortal tree.
Of course, cultivating an immortal medicine outside of the Immortal Realm was close to impossible, requiring conditions near unattainable.
“Alright, I accept this trade. When will you be able to give me the core of that Immortal Fruit?” Luo Hongye asked.
After pondering for a moment, Li Qing replied, “At most one thousand years. By then, I will deliver the fruit’s core with both my hands.”
For mortals or low-level cultivators, a thousand years was unbearably long.