Before Mo Chen went to those inns to ask around, he had something else to do first.
He needed to conjure up some money to spend!
Mortals who did not recognize spirit stones or pills would not accept them, and even if they did, Mo Chen could not bear to part with them.
Damn it, I barely have enough for myself, and I'm supposed to give some to mortals?
Mo Chen cursed inwardly, then suddenly found it rather funny.
He now understood a little of why cultivators did not want mortals to cultivate.
Mortals had no means of fighting back and were easier to control, but most importantly, there were simply not enough resources and benefits to go around.
Cultivators already had to fight over cultivation resources. The Immortal Alliance swallowed the lion's share, the smaller sects squeezed the rogue cultivators next, and the rogue cultivators then scraped the land bare. After all those layers of pressure, little remained.
Gold and silver it is. The Compendium of Unorthodox Spells contained a little trick called the Gold and Silver Art.
He had only dabbled in it before, finding it easy enough that he had not bothered practicing. Now that he needed some gold and silver, he would learn it on the spot and put it straight to use.
Mo Chen sent a thread of divine sense into the Jade Slip in his sleeve while his other hand fiddled with the pebbles at the end of the alley.
After seven or eight attempts, the fingernail-sized stone in his hand turned from rock into gold.
His expenses in the mortal world would no longer be a problem.
Mo Chen left the alley, found a decent inn, and paid for a room with a gold bead.
Hearing Mo Chen's unfamiliar accent, the innkeeper had