The person in charge of hiring for the shipping company was a steward with two small tufts of mustache and shrewd eyes. He sized Mo Hua up.
"You... want to be a guard?"
Mo Hua nodded.
The steward asked again, "Are you a body cultivator or a spirit cultivator?"
Mo Hua said, "A spirit cultivator."
The steward dismissed him outright. "We don't want spirit cultivators."
Mo Hua was slightly startled. "Why?"
The steward said, "Hire a body cultivator, and they're thick-skinned and sturdy, able to charge into battle and endure hardship. Their blood and qi are abundant, so even if they suffer serious injuries, they won't die easily for a while. Minor injuries heal quickly too, so the spirit stones the shipping company has to pay out are fewer."
"As for spirit cultivators... they get badly hurt and die fast, don't dare rush to the front, hide in the back charging one spell for ages, and still can't hit a damn thing..."
"Hire one, and you've hired trash..."
The steward's face was full of disdain. Clearly, he had suffered greatly because of them.
Mo Hua: "..."
He could only say tactfully, "My spells are very strong."
The steward said, "Every spirit cultivator tells me that."
Mo Hua said, "I cast spells very quickly."
The steward said, "What a coincidence. They all said they cast spells quickly too."
Mo Hua said, "My movement technique is also very good. I'm not easily killed."
The steward nodded. "The spirit cultivators who died in sand monster mouths last month said their movement techniques were good too..."
Mo Hua was left somewhat speechless.
Those half-baked spirit cultivators had dragged down the reputation of spirit cultivators as a whole, causing even an expert like him to suffer from their terrible reputation.
Mo Hua sighed and could