Gu Jiumeng stared blankly at the courtyard filled with Spirit Stones. Since she embarked on the path of Immortal Cultivation, when had she ever seen so many Spirit Stones?

Cultivators like them, with mediocre aptitude, were as common as weeds. Back when they were still Rogue Cultivators, it was like living on the edge of a knife.

Sometimes, the materials obtained from killing Spirit Beasts were worth less than what they consumed.

Many times, she and Ma Huayun couldn't even come up with a hundred Spirit Stones.