"Big Brother! If we wear these, no one will dare do anything to us?" As they walked along the stone-paved road, Ye Shisan asked Wang Yan. He paused, then complained, "But fifty Spirit Stones apiece, and they only last a day? Isn't that far too expensive?"
"Tch! Fifty Spirit Stones to guarantee your safety-what more are you worried about?" Wang Yan glanced at Ye Shisan and spoke gravely. Even so, his heart ached at the expense. Back when he was in the Wang Household, he had not earned even ten Spirit Stones in a year. Though he now had several hundred, he had risked his life for every one. Spending a hundred Spirit Stones on two cloaks in one go naturally hurt.
The cloaks were only made of ordinary cloth. What mattered was the Firecloud Sect emblem on the back, which carried tremendous symbolic weight.
These were identification cloaks issued by the Firecloud Sect. Wearing one was equivalent to being one of their people. They were a token of protection for cultivators who lacked strength but wanted to sell valuable goods and sought the Firecloud Sect's shelter. Wearing a cloak meant that the cultivator was under the Firecloud Sect's protection within Firecloud Market. Shopkeepers and the like could not bully them or force them to buy or sell treasures; all transactions had to be conducted at fair prices.
It sounded as though the Firecloud Sect issued these cloaks to keep visiting cultivators safe and earn those fifty Spirit Stones. After all, fifty Spirit Stones apiece was expensive even for a Core Condensation Realm cultivator, especially when a cloak lasted only one day. On the second day, the emblem would automatically disappear.
But in truth, both sides benefited.
Many cultivators lacked strength yet had plenty of good things tucked away. Because