As one of the best players in the closed beta, a prominent figure, she naturally knew the preciousness of the Entry-level Spirit Water.
That’s a treasure even Immortal Masters strive for.
Then she began to look over the contract.
She sighed.
What a troubleso matter.
The Scar-faced Ghost waiting outside was almost going crazy, his mind filled with wild thoughts.
He was alone, surviving the fire back in the day, and only later made friends in the Second World, helping him regain his composure.
But those people wanted to backstab him over that Magical Artifact, ha!
Unaware that it couldn’t be taken from its rightful owner.
He gave a self-deprecating laugh, feeling a bit lost.
After years of squabbling, perhaps she was now his only friend, the one he cared about.
Simply because when he was unconscious back then, she didn’t take his Magical Artifact, she saved him.
Finally, the door opened.
The scar-faced man let out a huge sigh, "Glad you’re okay."
Then he was straight-up dumbfounded.
So beautiful!
"Don’t get any ideas about ," the Fire Ghost glared at him fiercely.
"You know, we would be a good match." The scar-faced man steeled his heart, being a seasoned individual, was surrounded by wives and concubines in reality.
"You’re too ugly." The Fire Ghost replied without thinking.
"You could recover, so maybe I can too, who knows, I might turn out quite handso, Brother Dao is generous, give a shot too, and bam, I’ll be a hunk," the scar-faced man was displeased.
"No matter how handso, can you provide Entry-level Spirit Water to maintain a woman?" The Fire Ghost rolled her eyes at him.
The scar-faced man paused, "That, well, no I can’t!"
The scar-faced man was taken aback, suddenly realizing, "So you’re after that one? Smart move, going after a sugar daddy."
Normally, this Fire Ghost would be furious, but now she just laughed softly and rolled her eyes flirtatiously.
"Actually, being better than , is not bad." The scar-faced man smiled, relieved, having long passed the age of youthful longing.
But a beauty, well, n will be n.
...!
"Modify the contract?" Just pondering whether to swallow the Spirit Stone, Small Knife received a notification.
Upon checking, the Fire Ghost gave up the annual inco of a Spirit Stone and the compensation for leaving of a hundred Spirit Stones, directly requesting to be treated like the other followers, becoming an ordinary mber of the studio?
"Settled down?" Small Knife skimd casually.
Not paying much attention, after all, a pound of Entry-level Spirit Water is worth a thousand pounds of Celestial Grade Half-Spirit Water, that cup wasn’t even half a pound, not losing much, about four hundred Spirit Stones’ worth, and it was still his own loss.
So Small Knife chose to agree.
Then pondered for a mont and also gave her a big contribution, just like with the scar-faced man.
After all, the Entry-level Spirit Water was given willingly, rules are rules.
He’s not short on that bit.
Imdiately, this Ghost Fire sent Small Knife her experience in practicing the Fire Spirit Formulas.
All of it was her personal insights.
"Alright, won’t be polite, consider it the cost of you supporting ." This wasn’t a private chat, the Fire Woman suddenly replied back to the public zone.
Suddenly, the internal chat channel of Little Knife Studio exploded.
Words cost money, but at this mont, everyone was paying just to talk nonsense.
Brother Dao is amazing.
No wonder suddenly taking in new mbers?
It all makes sense now, ha!
Impressive, impressive!
A beauty, the boss has an eye for talent.
...!
Top that!
Top that!
...!
Even the suppliers from various tribes couldn’t help but pop out a word to top it.
Small Knife imdiately felt lines of black appear over his head.
Indeed, won are troubleso!
Of course, the reason it was so sensational was that the Fire Ghost had also uploaded a photo.
This photo Small Knife had seen before, from checking the information on the Thirty-six Loose Cultivators online, so had attached photos.
This one, naturally, was of the Fire Ghost, an older photo of hers.
Seeing the photo, one could feel the youthful energy, innocence, beauty.
It was a young girl of about eighteen or nineteen, with a bright smile.
With the Little Knife Studio chat authentication, it belonged to the Fire Ghost herself; no one else could impersonate it.
Small Knife helplessly decided not to bother with it.
How big of a deal, he’s not scared.
Just keep a distance in the future.
Even so.
Still not pleased, subconsciously used so force, and accidentally cracked the Earth Attribute Spirit Stone he was playing with?
A thread of pure Spiritual Qi seeped out.
For others, this Spirit Stone was ruined, as the Spiritual Qi would quickly dissipate into the environnt.
But for Small Knife!
With a thought, instantly, this Earth Spirit Stone disappeared.
It naturally appeared in the personal space.
This space had significantly enlarged, obviously consuming so Spirit Stones.
Along with the survival of the spirit plants inside.
This space not only grew larger but was also more closely connected to Small Knife.
Previously undetectable, now everything in the small space could be sensed, even partially controlled.
So without looking, he could sense the completely shattered and transford Earth Attribute Spirit Stone, into pure strands and threads.
Spiritual Qi is invisible to the naked eye, as is for most Immortal Masters, but Small Knife could perceive it.
Though only possible in personal space.
A Spirit Stone spreads out into about ten threads and a hundred strands.
This Earth Spiritual Qi was being rapidly absorbed by the small space like there was no tomorrow.
Quickly half consud.
Small Knife then slapped himself.
So stupid, actually planning on foolishly swallowing the Spirit Stone?
What a blockhead!
Swallowing the Spirit Stone is just for the Spiritual Qi?
Other players, like the Fire Ghost, can’t see the Spiritual Qi, can only swallow the Spirit Stone.
And him!
Feeling sowhat excited.
With a thought, a thread of Earth Attribute Spiritual Qi disappeared from the personal space and appeared within Small Knife.
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