There is actually a middle-grade spiritual stone among these spiritual stones!

The value of one middle-grade spiritual stone is equivalent to one hundred low-grade spiritual stones.

A low-level Qi-refining monk like Su Du earns less than thirty or forty low-grade spiritual stones a year.

After deducting the annual tribute and some necessary expenses, there is not much left.

For example, Su Du would not eat spiritual rice several times a year before, and he did not consider spiritual animal meat at all.

It took three years to save up some spiritual stones to buy Qi Condensing Pills.

And this old monk actually carries a middle-grade spiritual stone with him.

Are these monks who kill people and seize treasures so rich?

A bold idea appeared in Su Du's mind.

"Since they rob ordinary monks, can I rob them?"

Raise your head and say something to yourself.

Su Du suddenly woke up again.

"No, no, I dare to think of such a thing. I am really a bit too arrogant. Safety comes first. Safety comes first. The most important thing now is to have a warm family atmosphere."

"Right? Rich!"

Little White Feather's pig ears twitched, and he now knew that Fugui was calling him.

Su Du looked at Baiyu Zhu, with a look of distress on his face.

"Look at you, you're so thin. Come on, let me feed you."
Chapter completed!