"Just this little?"
Li Su was unhappy. A few dull, lusterless, bottom-of-the-bottom-grade spirit stones riddled with impurities; several trash pills, the kind where he couldn't tell whether swallowing them would increase qi or poison him.
Then there was silver!
They actually carried silver—could you believe it? And only a little over thirty taels at that. Split by headcount, that meant each person had barely more than three taels?
Were these even cultivators? Did they deserve to be called cultivators?
The only halfway decent thing was that tattered beast hide. It should have been a magic artifact, but unfortunately, it was broken.
He hadn't expected demonic cultivator disciples to be particularly wealthy, but this? This was it?
With this little stuff, you had the nerve to call yourselves demonic cultivators? The nerve to be demonic cultivators?
What was the difference between this and the beggars by the roadside? If you'd fallen this low, you might as well dig a hole and bury yourselves. What demonic path were you even cultivating?
Unprofessional. Far too unprofessional.
This was simply a disgrace—a disgrace to the demonic cultivation world!
Looking at the doll-faced child before them, his face dark and gloomy, the dozen-plus demonic cultivator disciples sprawled on the ground were on the verge of tears, bitterly regretting their actions.
When they saw someone coming over from the chains—and saw that it was a child—they had immediately surrounded him without a second thought.
They didn't know his strength, but did it matter? It didn't!
They were old hands. They knew the situation of Hundred Demons Palace disciples extremely well.
At Hundred Demons Palace, disciples were divided into two levels.
The True Qi Stage and the True Essence Stage.
What? Foundation Establishment, you say? Please, those were big shots, worlds apart from people like them.
Only