Everyone Will Die

Suppressing the reckless thought in his heart, Nie Zhong smiled happily and reached out to take the five hundred spirit stones.

A panting, chubby cultivator rushed to the counter, pulling out a pile of spirit stones from his storage bag and stacking them up.

Nie Zhong took a quick glance—there had to be at least a few hundred.

"Quick, exchange all these spirit stones for spirit stone coins!" the fat cultivator huffed in frustration. "Are all the shop owners crazy? They won't accept good spirit stones, only these damn spirit stone coins!"

Before long, more people in the queue began pulling spirit stones from their storage bags, exchanging them for spirit stone coins.

"Hello, do you still want to exchange for spirit stones?" the bank teller asked, noticing Nie Zhong's hesitation.

"Wait a moment," Nie Zhong replied, looking uncertain.

After a brief pause, he took back the five spirit stone coins from the bank staff.