Houtu City was strewn with Spirit Stones, yet Spirit Stones had to be spent everywhere.
Most cultivators looked glamorous on the surface, dressed in fine clothes, casually speaking of deals and transactions worth hundreds of thousands or even millions of Spirit Stones.
Yet their Storage Bags were almost always in a state of overdraft.
The more Spirit Stones they earned, the more Spirit Stones they spent.
That was the reality for most cultivators in Houtu City.
When Mo Hua had first arrived in Kun Province, he had been deceived by Houtu City's superficial prosperity and truly believed that luxury lay everywhere and riches flowed like oil.
Only after living there for a while and coming into contact with more cultivators did he realize that appearances were the most deceptive things of all.
Houtu City's extravagance was merely the extravagance of those at the top.
No matter how richly the oil flowed, it might not flow onto the heads of ordinary cultivators.
Most cultivators did not live all that well.
In fact, purely in terms of the ability to earn Spirit Stones, Mo Hua was already stronger than more than ninety-nine percent of Houtu City's cultivators.
If an ordinary person possessed Mo Hua's current abilities, they would have more than enough to save up some Spirit Stones, buy a home, marry a beautiful wife and a few lovely concubines, and live as a wealthy man in comfort and prosperity.
Unfortunately, Mo Hua did not have the fate of such "comfort."
Not to mention that the towering "mountain" of four billion Spirit Stones was now pressing down atop his head.
Inside Fortune Pavilion.
Mo Hua was drinking tea and chatting with Shopkeeper Zhao.
Before Shopkeeper Zhao could even finish a mouthful of tea, his eyes widened. "You still lack Spirit Stones?"