After receiving the spirit stones and spirit milk, Lu Xuan left, leaving a veiled threat to the stall owner.
With this hefty compensation, his mood greatly improved. His previous frustration at being snatched away from the stone coffin and buying a fake spirit seed instantly vanished.
He was not worried about the stall owner reporting him.
If the stall owner had the courage to expose his own extortion, it would only result in self-damaging consequences. Without Lu Xuan even lifting a finger, the Duobao Tower and the many deceived cultivators would leave him with deep memories.
As for the stall owner possibly giving him trouble after the treasure meeting, he was even less concerned.
He actually felt that the spirit stones he had received were not enough!
"To those fellow daoists who were deceived, I can only apologize. Consider these two thousand plus spirit stones as a lesson!"
Lu Xuan thought to himself.
As a righteous path cultivator, he felt a bit of justice, but not much.
