Haunted House

"Esteemed cultivator, this is the last house we can view today."

Under the blazing sun, Xiao Song wiped the sweat from his brow, his mouth dry and throat parched.

Though he was a Qi Refining cultivator of some attainment, he had not yet reached the point of being untouched by heat or cold. After accompanying the customer beside him across nearly half the Immortal City, he felt utterly exhausted in body and mind.

Yet as a newly promoted broker at the real estate agency, Xiao Song gritted his teeth and persevered, determined to close this deal.

"If you're not satisfied, esteemed cultivator, I'll find you a few more suitable places tomorrow!"

Not satisfied?

Wang Chen was actually quite satisfied with the house they had just viewed.

Though it was not large, it had a courtyard and a quiet room. It was a detached residence in a fairly good location, and the spiritual energy was quite abundant.

The problem was that the rent for such a house was very expensive.

So expensive that even Wang Chen, who had once possessed tens of millions of Spirit Stones, felt a sting in his heart. After calculating his daily expenses, he still could not bring himself to go all out.

Moreover, the landlord had been rather difficult to deal with. He was unwilling to reduce the price by even a single Spirit Stone, and he had put on the air of "my house has no shortage of tenants," looking down from on high at Wang Chen, a "poor bastard" who "wanted a good house but had no Spirit Stones."

That was truly unpleasant.

Yet there was nothing to be done about it. Good houses in Yongle Immortal City really did not lack tenants, and the rent really was this expensive!

"You've worked hard."

But