That night, at the House of Waveswept Rocks, lotuses swayed along the edges of the pond.

Su Yi lay in his wicker chair beneath the warm light of the setting sun, his eyes shut in repose.

During his visit to the Goldstone Pavilion earlier today, he sold off everything he didn’t need, but he only got ten tier-three spirit stones in exchange.

There was nothing for it; tier-three spirit stones were just too rare. Tier-two spirit stones weren’t even remotely comparable. 

Within the Great Zhou, not even Grandmasters would use up treasures like that lightly.

But for Su Yi, only the pure energy contained within tier-three spirit stones could create the strongest formations possible during the middle stages of the Qi Accumulation Realm.

As for tier-two spirit stones, he could still use them for cultivating, but they had little effect when it came to tempering his foundations. 

Ten tier-three spirit stones? That’ll just barely last me ten days, Su Yi thought to himself. It’s no wonder that in this mundane world, Grandmasters are already praised as ‘heavenly dragons.’ Cultivation resources are just way too sparse.

Anything rare was precious.

The price of tier-three spirit stones was downright unreasonable....