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Bright Spirit Healer froze for a moment, then suddenly laughed so hard he doubled over. "Oh, that's nothing but wild nonsense people made up. They even say I charge High-Grade Spirit Stones every time I make a move, but right now, I couldn't even scrape together ten thousand Spirit Stones from my pockets."

"But how did you guess? You should only have arrived in the Cultivation Realm not long ago, right?" There were so many people surnamed Ming in the Cultivation Realm—how had Wen Xu decided that it was this Pei?

There was no malice in those words, yet they carried the arrogance of someone looking down from on high. Wen Xu thought that was only natural. This Bright Spirit Healer, who disguised himself, played the fool, and was unrivaled at stirring shit, was Pei Mingshan, the young master of the Cultivation Realm's largest trading house, Golden Cauldron Pavilion. His family sat atop Spiritual Veins; even if he could not cultivate, he still stood upon the mountaintop.

Even the news that he could not cultivate was probably false. Wen Xu had not forgotten how impossible this man had been to shake off earlier.

"I went to Clearheart Hall." With a little inquiry, this was not difficult to learn.

Pei Mingshan had not expected that answer. "You suspected me that early? I shouldn't have revealed any flaws, should I?"

"I went to Clearheart Hall to buy silver needles." As for whether he had been suspicious or not, Wen Xu had no desire to elaborate.

Pei Mingshan said, "...Do your friends know you're this scheming? You should know that if someone is too clever, they end up with no friends."

Wen Xu smiled faintly. Being disliked was what he feared least. "I'll give those words right back to you. If someone is