"Hope this amulet works just as advertised… otherwise, my spirit stones…"
Zhiran mumbled softly, feeling distressed now that he was effectively a pauper. After all, for this trip, he had spent all his money on himself, including the fifty middle-grade spirit stones given to him by Yan Xi.
Still, it wasn't enough, and he couldn't shake the feeling of vulnerability.
'It seems I need to find ways to earn a lot of money. If only I could find a way to enter the Inner Sect Graveyard and extract the brain of an alchemist…'
Zhiran thought. The Alchemist profession was extremely lucrative, and anyone with talent in that field never lacked money.
Of course, Zhiran was tempted, realizing that his expenditures would only increase exponentially over time.
'Hmm… since that beast was at the peak of Qi Condensation, that massive tree I saw earlier must be at the center of this forest. I need to be careful.'
