83 How About A Spar?

This was the moment Fang Xing began to feel his vision had been too narrow in the outer sect. He had thought he was rather wealthy with a mere couple hundred Spirit Stones, but now that he considered it, this amount of Stones was not even enough for basic expenses in the inner court. It was no wonder the three elders at the Grand Hall of Promotions had asked him to choose a technique that would help him earn resources; without money, all advancements in cultivation could only be forcibly paused.

Fang Xing was out of options right now. He had believed he surely had over three hundred Stones; who would have thought he was just nine Stones short? Without any other choice, he looked at the elder and grinned. “Can’t you make it a little bit cheaper?”

The elder glared sharply back, unwilling to budge. “I’ve never seen anyone haggling here!”

“You see, this is all the Stones I have, and I’m only nine short. I’ll give it back to you next time…” Fang Xing bitterly begged.