Arriving at Foundry Peak, Heading to Rogue Cultivator Market

Han Su returned to the Earth Vein resting area.

With no expression on his face, no one could tell whether he was pleased or upset.

Someone nearby who knew him could not help asking, "Did you borrow the rice?"

Han Su glanced at him, then shook his head. "No."

"Figures."

"Spirit rice grain prices are soaring like mad right now. How could you possibly borrow any?"

"Looks like that Senior Brother Xu you praise every day is nothing special after all."

"How about we make another trip to the Rogue Cultivator Market in a few days?"

Hearing the mocking voices around him, Han Su remained expressionless.

There was not even a ripple in his heart.

He had clearly borrowed the rice, yet he refused to admit it.

Why?

Because these people were unreliable!

If he admitted it, there would be two possible consequences.

First, these people would leak the news.

Second, it did not matter if something happened to him, but it would drag Senior Brother Xu down with him.

Still, the matter of going to the Rogue Cultivator Market gave Han Su an idea.

He headed in another direction.

Once there was no one nearby.

He immediately took a Communication Talisman from his small storage pouch.

Meanwhile, at the Spirit Field Core.

Bai Ling'er had just finished casting the Minor Cloud-Rain Art and was eating roasted sweet potatoes.

At that moment, her elder sister Bai Zhuer wore a disappointed expression and asked, "So it seems I can't get any Second-Grade Spirit Rice from you?"

Xu Changqing nodded lightly. "That's right."

Bai Zhuer instantly lost her patience and called out, "Then there's nothing to discuss. Little Sister, let's go."

"My sister's just like that. See you," Bai Ling'er said somewhat apologetically.

Xu Changqing did not particularly care.

It had