For Rogue Cultivators like them, with no connections to speak of, finding a grandmaster artificer to custom-make a magical artifact required not only a vast quantity of Spirit Stones, but also a bit of luck. And sometimes, Spirit Stones could solve the problems caused by bad luck. Huang Youxi had never believed Spirit Stones could solve everything, but they could indeed solve most of the troubles in this world.
If they could not solve it, then it only meant he had not earned enough Spirit Stones.
"Only half?" Bian Chunchou looked down at his own pouch and nearly laughed himself poor.
Yet as he watched the unending stream of people coming to Huang Youxi to cash in their Spirit Stones, Daoist Bian's mood quickly shifted from envy to numbness. Spirit Stones were wonderful things, certainly, but if they did not end up in his own pocket, no matter how many he saw, they belonged to someone else.
Only after two hours had passed and the final payment of Spirit Stones had been handed out did Huang Youxi finally pack up his temporary stall. "Thank you for serving as my witness, Brother Bian. This is your witnessing fee."
Bian Chunchou took one look. This witnessing fee was truly generous. "No need. I may love Spirit Stones, but I'm not greedy for wealth to that extent." He was cutting off his love with pain in his heart. When he returned later, he would have to boast properly to Wen Xu-Xu and Chen Zui-Zui about the self-restraint he had shown today.
"You really don't want it?" Huang Youxi was not surprised by the refusal, only by how decisively it had come.
"No merit, no reward. All I did was stand here and watch you scatter wealth. You could've tied a dog here, and