Such a spiritual fruit, when paired with various Spiritual Objects, could be refined into a batch, with at least five elixirs produced per batch.
Taking one for herself and then auctioning off the remaining four surely would be wonderful.
Upon hearing this, Mu Rufeng smiled and said, "It seems Miss Zhao’s beauty will indeed be preserved forever."
"I should be the one thanking Your Highness for your generosity," Zhao Yanran replied softly.
Although the Purity Spiritual Fruit was intended by Mu Rufeng as a gift for his grandparents and parents.
But then he recalled that this September, everyone would have to enter the replica world.
His grandparents were only sixty-eight years old this year.
By the time they were seventy, they would probably get promoted to Level 5, and by then Level 5 would be ineffective.
Thus, Mu Rufeng was considering whether he should take all of the fruits to Zhao Yanran for her to refine into Youthful Elixirs.
However, in the end, Mu Rufeng abandoned this idea, the main reason being he thought of the Golden City.
Golden City had existed for so long and was known to have many treasures.
Next month, when he went to Golden City, he could bet the Purity Spiritual Fruit and likely obtain equally valuable Spiritual Objects.
"This is also because Miss Yanran was first generous to me," Mu Rufeng said with a smile.
No matter what, Zhao Yanran genuinely gave him three million Silver. After all, the market price for his collateral was only 1.5 million Silver.
If he had dealt with some sharp traders, they would have pressed him down by another few hundred thousand.
Don’t think that some businessmen wouldn’t dare to do this; many had formidable backers, including royal family members.
If they were strong enough, they would definitely want to take a huge cut from Mu Rufeng, a prince who had fallen out of favor.
"Look quickly, their battle is about to end," Zhao Yanran suddenly said, pointing towards the lake.
At that moment, the battle continued.
The ice had already cracked in many places, but this in no way hindered the intense combat.
Roaring sounds were incessant, and the terrifying Qi Blood Power continuously collided, making the scene exhilarating to watch.
However, it was clear that Tuoba Zhan had the upper hand; Seventh Princess Mu Wuxia’s energy expenditure was significantly more.
If this continued, defeat was certain for the Seventh Princess.
Mu Rufeng could also see that Tuoba Zhan was ready to stop the fight, which is why Zhao Yanran said the battle was coming to an end.
"Heavenly Opening Divine Fist!"
With a shout, Mu Wuxia launched her right fist, which glimmered with terrifying power, at Tuoba Zhan once more.
"Divine Sacrifice Fist!"
Tuoba Zhan also shouted, exuding an aura of forlorn might, before their fists collided thunderously.
In this punch, both seemed to give it their all, and the already cracked ice beneath their feet simply disintegrated into powder—more like ice dust—sprinkling into the waterway.
Perhaps the temperature was still quite low; it did not melt into water.
The terrifying force swept across the entire ice layer instantly.
The two fighters sprang apart immediately. Tuoba Zhan was forced back dozens of meters while his opponent, Mu Wuxia, was blown back over thirty meters.
"Seventh Princess is formidable. Now that the battlefield is no more, perhaps we could call it a draw today?"
Tuoba Zhan floated in midair, cupping his fist in salute.
Initially keen to continue, Mu Wuxia stopped at his words, then nodded and returned the gesture: "I am indebted, today’s battle has been immensely enlightening."
Then, both competitors came shoulder to shoulder, returning to the pavilion in the courtyard.
"Clap, clap, clap, clap~~!"
Seeing the two return from their fight, Mu Rufeng was the first to start clapping.
Zhao Yanran followed suit, and soon a round of applause and cheers erupted.
No matter where you are, there are always a few adoring fans.
Like Seventh Princess Mu Wuxia, she was an idol for many noble maidens in the Imperial City.
"Seventh Princess is truly a heroine among women, and among the young elites across the Heavenly Dao Continent, she is second to none," Jian Yifeng of the Heaven Sword Sect praised.
"Senior Brother Jian flatters me. Compared to you, I still have much to learn," Mu Wuxia did not expect Jian Yifeng to actually praise her.
It was well known that Jian Yifeng was a stoic character, a sword fanatic who seldom interacted with others.
Even surrounded by people, he remained silent.
"True, when it comes to the preeminent young genius of our era, it would naturally be Senior Brother Jian," an admiring fan chimed in.
"Yes, and though only a few years older than us, he’s already reached the Sea of Suffering Realm."
"A prodigy of the ages, we are but a shadow in comparison."
"I’m several years older than Senior Brother Jian and have only reached Heart Refining Perfection. I’m truly ashamed."
Suddenly, many young elites began to compliment Jian Yifeng.
"You are too kind," Jian Yifeng replied tersely, then closed his mouth and surrendered to silence.
Mu Wuxia looked at Jian Yifeng with a hint of suspicion before coming to stand beside Mu Rufeng.
"How was it, little nine, wasn’t I impressive?" Mu Wuxia boasted to Mu Rufeng.
"Impressive, very impressive, even more so than me," Mu Rufeng said, smiling.
"Hmph, I always lost to you in our past duels, more often than not. Once your cultivation is restored, let’s fight again. I definitely won’t lose to you this time," Mu Wuxia declared.
"Alright, alright," Mu Rufeng responded with a smile.
"Miss Yanran, do you fancy my Ninth Brother?" Suddenly, Mu Wuxia blurted out.
"Hey, Seventh Sister, couldn’t you be a bit more subtle with your question?" Mu Rufeng was startled by her remark.
Was his Seventh Sister always this bold? She might not be embarrassed, but the question certainly put Zhao Yanran and Mu Rufeng in an awkward position.