If You Can Fight, Don't Waste Breath

At that moment, Ying Ci, his face dark as charcoal, seemed to see a light in the night.

"Brother—no, Big Brother Han, whether I can win back my money this time depends entirely on you."

Ying Ci's heart was bleeding. Those 40 million Spirit Stones were the pocket money he had painstakingly saved over so many years. Though it was not much, it was enough to keep him busy for decades.

A trace of mockery flashed deep in the shopkeeper's eyes.

The good items had long since been picked clean. There were only a few Spatial Rings that had truly never been examined by anyone. Even if you got lucky and picked something good, it did not matter.

You might make a little, but I will never lose.

"I like the way you call me Big Brother Han. If I pull out something good, how about you address me like that from now on?" Han Feiyu said with a smile as he looked at Ying Ci.

He recalled the little vow he had once made with Jian Wuji—to make Ying Ci bow his head and call him big brother.

Back when he had first entered the Sect, Ying Ci had beaten him so badly that he had nearly snapped.

"Fine. As long as something good comes out—no, even if I just break even, you'll be my Good Big Brother from now on." Ying Ci looked as though he had grabbed onto a lifeline.

Once Hidden Spirit Sect Disciples reached the Integration Stage, as long as they were diligent enough, they would more or less acquire a Dao Artifact of their own.

After obtaining a Dao Artifact, they would begin saving contribution points and Spirit Stones, intending to exchange them for an Immortal Artifact several thousand years later. Ying Ci had