The Dao is not lightly transmitted.
Not to mention a Purple Mansion cultivator—even a high-level Qi Condensation Elder of Inherited Teachings charged no small fee for personal guidance.
Break those four words apart, and every space between them was stuffed with gleaming white Spirit Stones!
Wang Chen estimated that a face-to-face consultation slot with Changchun—
Would cost at least a hundred Lower Spirit.
It sounded like a lot.
But he believed that, among the tens of thousands of cultivators present, there were plenty who could afford that sum.
This was called targeted screening, precise harvesting!
Wang Chen rubbed his kidneys and strode out through the doors of the Hall of Inherited Teachings.
It was halfway through the wushi hour, just in time for a meal.
Wang Chen found a teahouse by the street, spent ten Shattered Spirit on a pot of high-grade Cloud Mist Spirit Tea, then chose a window seat on the second floor. He took out the rice balls he had made that morning from his Storage Bag to stave off his hunger.
Naturally, Yunyang City had taverns and restaurants, and quite a few of them.
But even the cheapest set meal at any of those establishments cost one Spirit Stone.
And it would not even fill him up.
So before coming, Wang Chen had prepared his lunch.
A small teahouse was more economical. Order a pot of tea, and one could sit there for an hour or two.
If business was poor and there were plenty of empty seats, then even after the time had passed, the waiter would not come over to chase anyone away.
Most importantly, one could hear all kinds of gossip in a teahouse.
Thus, whenever Wang Chen came to the city to handle business or make purchases, he would stop by and