The Suffering of the Common People!

"Who wants your head? I want spirit stones! You smashed my and Brother Xiao's courtyard into this state—shouldn't you compensate us?"

Huang Yushu let out a sigh of relief and hurriedly said, "I'll pay!"

He glanced at the cracked ground, estimated the damage, and figured a few dozen Low-Grade Spirit Stones should be enough.

But to show his sincerity, he said, "One thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones! Brother, do you find that acceptable?"

Qian Wandai was dumbfounded. "So you want to die!"

Huang Yushu jumped in fright, his face turning deathly pale. "What do you mean, Brother?"

"You beat me into this state. Shouldn't you pay my medical fees?"

"B-but... Zhang Youde was the one who beat you!"

"You disturbed Brother Xiao's cultivation and nearly caused him to suffer a cultivation deviation! Shouldn't you pay compensation for emotional distress?"

"B-but when I arrived, Young Master Xiao Chen had already emerged from seclusion!"

"You still dare quibble? Most importantly, how many spirit stones do you think your life is worth? Are one thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones enough? I don't think your life is that cheap!"

When Xiao Chen's icy gaze swept over him, Huang Yushu's body stiffened. He hurriedly changed his tune. "Ten thousand—no, thirty thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones! That is all I own. I truly have no more!"

"Damn it, you're a Young Master of the Ten-Thousand-Year Ancient Clan's Huang Family, yet all you own is only thirty thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones? You're even poorer than me! Do you think I'd believe that?"

"I... I'm from a collateral branch. I only receive ten thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones a month, and I need to cultivate and socialize every day. My expenses are enormous, I..."

"Brother Xiao, this guy's a pauper. You can't squeeze any oil out of him. He only has thirty