"Master, are you satisfied with this cave dwelling?" Ming Cheng asked with a smile.
"The spiritual energy here is nowhere near as abundant as you claimed before," Song Wen said.
The spiritual energy within the cave dwelling was far from sufficient to "meet the daily cultivation needs of a Spirit Transformation cultivator," as Ming Cheng had claimed. It was only slightly better than that of an ordinary Nascent Soul Cultivator's cave dwelling.
Ming Cheng was not flustered in the least. He gave an embarrassed smile and said, "This junior did exaggerate a little earlier. However, all cave dwellings south of the city are guaranteed by our Withered Zen Temple. Any guests who rent them receive the Withered Zen Temple's protection. Never has any guest met with misfortune within a cave dwelling."
Hearing this, Song Wen had no way of knowing whether his words were true, but he did begin to view the little novice monk in a new light.
Though this man had the Withered Zen Temple at his back, he was, after all, merely a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator. Yet he dared to boast so grandly before Song Wen, a "Nascent Soul Cultivator." Even after being caught in his lie, his face did not change and his heart did not race. He was indeed something of a character.
Song Wen suddenly felt that having this man serve as a mere attendant at the Brahma Sound Pavilion was rather beneath his talents. He definitely had the makings of a crooked merchant.
"What should I call you, little friend?" Song Wen asked.
"This junior's Dharma name is Ming Cheng," the novice monk replied.
"I'll rent this cave dwelling." As Song Wen spoke, a large number of spirit stones suddenly appeared before him. "Here are seven hundred high-grade spirit stones. I'll reserve