Xu Yi laughed despite himself, instantly understanding. "Not too much, not too much. Such profound truths of human life are worth at least two spirit stones." With that, he placed two spirit stones on the table.
The old man with the spherical head burst into laughter. "What a delightful fellow! You're no ordinary man. Tell me, what would you like to ask?"
Xu Yi said, "I'd like to know how powerful a Yin Venerable is, and hear anything you know about the Earth Soul Talisman. If possible, I'd also like to know how powerful a Yang Venerable is."
A gleam flashed in the old man's eyes. "Young man, your Merit Points allowance isn't enough to ask all those questions."
As soon as the old man finished speaking, five more spirit stones landed on the table.
The old man promptly scooped up the spirit stones, his face flushing with excitement. He had only been bluffing.
He had sat in this position for many years. He had often tried his utmost to earn a little extra on the side, but even after exhausting his wits, he'd gained very little. He had never met anyone this generous.
Some newly appointed sect masters believed that, aside from cultivation techniques, pills, spirit stones, and magical artifacts, nothing else mattered. Yet all he had to offer was a collection of common knowledge passed down through the ages and truths he'd gleaned from years of observation.
None of it could compare to cultivation techniques, pills, spirit stones, or magical artifacts. The idea that he could show off such knowledge and exchange it for money was nothing but a pipe dream.
So he could only trot out such profound truths of human life as his earlier "theory of fine food" to coax a little payment from people. Those