In this world, where the strong preyed on the weak, a rootless duckweed like him could only seize every opening and snap up resources whenever the chance arose.
A pure and upright gentleman had no place in this cruel world—not when he came from humble beginnings and had no capital to his name.
As for asking for a Fire Spirit Stone, he was preparing for the day he would study high-level fire-element talismanic arts.
The Third Holy Son laughed heartily. "As it happens, I have a Fire Element Spirit Stone here. Its quality is decent, too. Please take a look, Daoist brother. If you're satisfied, then accept it."
With that, the Third Holy Son flipped his palm. A pure-purple spirit stone, bearing a flame pattern on its right corner, appeared in his hand.
"Top-grade Fire Spirit Stone!"
"Such a Mystical Treasure, this, this..."
"..."
Though everyone present was among the Northern Sacred Court's most powerful figures, a single top-grade Fire Spirit Stone was still enough to stir every heart.
In an instant, who knew how many people felt a pang of regret. If they'd known, why had they been so quick to put up their fragments?
For every person who felt regret, there was another who seethed with hatred. What gave this scoundrel the right to offer nothing and walk away with a top-grade Fire Spirit Stone for free?
Xu Yi paid no mind to the countless gazes in the hall that seemed ready to pierce him with a thousand arrows. He snatched the top-grade Fire Spirit Stone into his hand, cupped his fists, and said, "Your Highness, the Saint Son, your generosity is admirable."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone finally couldn't hold back their sarcasm. "His Highness the Saint Son is generous, while certain people are utterly