"What do you want in exchange for taking me to the Nether River?" Lu Yu asked calmly, seeing that the Ferryman was unwilling.
The Ferryman stopped again, finding Lu Yu interesting, and turned to look at him with some curiosity, "Do you want to die that badly?"
"It's not that I want to die; I have a reason I must go to the Nether River." Lu Yu replied.
Seeing the seriousness in Lu Yu's eyes, the Ferryman hesitated for a moment and then said, "Alright, if you can bring me 300 pounds of Nether Soil, I'll take you to the Nether River."
Lu Yu glanced at the vegetable garden in the courtyard and pointed to the sparse black soil in the garden, "Is it this?"
"Yes." The Ferryman nodded.
Three hundred pounds of Nether Soil, converted to Black Soil Coins, is about fifteen thousand coins. The vast majority of spirits usually have only a few dozen Black Soil Coins, and even the Shopkeeper wouldn't have more than 500 coins.
