Ten thousand spirit stones—let alone Lu Xuan, a cultivator at the eleventh level of Qi Refining, even a Foundation Establishment cultivator would try every means to get them, without caring about face at all.

“No, I heard you right. I won’t accept a reward without merit. Keep your spirit stones for yourself! I will not join your Ye family as a slave.” Lu Xuan refused again, his face full of determination.

Suddenly, Ye Ningshuang, the direct descendant of the Ye family who had just obtained her first Foundation Establishment Pill, came over and mocked Murong Wan:

"Oh, isn't this Sister Murong Wan? What? You don't even give face to a rogue cultivator? Are you still a direct descendant of the Murong family? Has your Murong family really fallen to this level? You don't even give face to a Qi Refining rogue cultivator?"

Ye Ningshuang's mockery made Murong Wan feel utterly ashamed.

She then saw Lu Xuan talking to Mo Shuiyun, a female cultivator and handyman from the Longevity Pavilion, and instantly felt slighted.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, I am a direct descendant of the Murong family, the daughter of the family head, and I receive a monthly allowance of 30,000 spirit stones! Am I really less important than a lowly female cultivator who does odd jobs at the Longevity Pavilion?"

Murong Wan was usually quite aloof, but today's situation completely shattered her worldview. Her years of self-cultivation were long forgotten, and she began to compare herself to the lowly servant Mo Shuiyun. It could be said that Lu Xuan's words broke her down, leaving her in utter disarray.

She originally intended to generously compensate Lu Xuan with 10,000 spirit stones in exchange for her reputation for being righteous and to enhance the prestige of the Murong family.

Unexpectedly, Lu Xuan didn't take her seriously at all! Moreover, he ignored her, a direct descendant of the Murong family, and instead talked and laughed with a female cultivator who was a handyman in the Longevity Pavilion.

Murong Wan was furious, both embarrassed and enraged. She was also provoked by Ye Ningshuang's words. Her face was flushed. When had she, a direct descendant of the Murong family, ever been ignored and humiliated by a rogue cultivator?

Murong Wan was always very concerned about saving face. The thought of how she, usually pampered and aloof, had been humiliated by a mere rogue cultivator filled her with rage. She angrily said to Lu Xuan:

"You're so high and mighty, so impressive. I'd like to see how you manage to auction off the Foundation Establishment Pill. If you kneel down and beg for mercy, I might consider giving you ten thousand spirit stones!"

As soon as Murong Wan finished speaking, Lu Xuan sneered, touched his high-level storage bag, and a large pile of low-grade spirit stones appeared in front of everyone.

"What?! Tens of thousands of low-grade spirit stones!"

The few old Foundation Establishment cultivators watching were stunned.