"If you can't count, you can ask someone for help. There's no shame in it," Chen Mu said casually as he picked up his teacup.
As though a hundred thousand immortal spirit stones meant nothing to him. No, to be precise, they really did mean nothing.
After all, he had modified his supply of immortal spirit stones to be infinite.
Forget a hundred thousand-even if he spent a billion, ten billion, a hundred billion, or a trillion immortal spirit stones, he would still have an infinite supply. That would never change.
"Heavens! It really is a hundred thousand immortal spirit stones!"
"And their quality is absolutely top-notch! Normally, immortal spirit stones of this grade have at least some impurities. This is the first time I've ever seen ones this pure. Incredible!"
"Just who is this young man? Completely pure immortal spirit stones might not provide that much more immortal power, but where did he get so many?"
"Don't ask me! Want to know? Go ask him."
"As if I'd dare! Even my toes could figure out that his background is anything but ordinary."
"..." Yang Hao, who had led the doubts moments earlier, was struck speechless by the sight of so many immortal spirit stones.
The facts, the truth, and the evidence were all laid out before him. How could he refute them?
Fighting against the wind was hardly his forte.
As the saying went, people needed face just as trees needed bark.
His skin wasn't thick enough to disregard the facts and forcibly fling mud at Chen Mu.
He sat back down, his face burning red, without another word.
Now that he was certain Chen Mu could produce a hundred thousand immortal spirit stones, how could he not worry that Chen Mu would come after him?
Even in