“This… This is impossible!”
Su Zhiyu and the other noble descendants of Huan Yun were all shocked to see Jun Mohuang pay 30,000 spirit stones.
Half an hour ago, Jun Mohuang only had 10 Spiritual Value Points and was extremely poor.
How did she obtain 30,000 Spiritual Value Points after half an hour?
This was simply illogical!
“Hmph, how dare you say that my boss is a pauper. Paupers like us can stay for a month, but you guys can only stay for a day. Aren’t you even more like paupers than paupers then!”
“I thought Su Zhiyu had such a powerful backer who could let you live here for a year and a half, but in the end, it’s only one day… Hahahaha!
“If you guys continue to fawn over her, the Su sisters might just fool you guys like monkeys. After all, her younger sister has 500,000 Spiritual Value Points. If she gives it to you guys, it will be enough for you guys to eat until you become fat.”
This time, it was Jun Mohuang’s underlings’ turn to laugh at Su Zhiyu.
Wu Qianyong, Shi Feng, and the other four youths were not people who liked to waste their breath.
However, Su Zhiyu and the others had gone too far along the way, and they would occasionally mock Jun Mohuang.
Now that they had seized the opportunity, they naturally had to return it.
Feng Yunqi and the others’ mockery finally worked.
Jun Jianren and the others felt a little uncomfortable. Originally, this matter was easy to resolve. They could have just asked Su Zhiyun to give each of them 900 Spiritual Value Points.
Su Zhiyu’s actions had caused them to laugh at him.
“Old man, my sister is Su Zhiyun, who is ranked third in terms of combat strength in the Academy Of A Thousand Illusions. You should let my men stay in there and return Jun Mohuang’s Spiritual Value Points!”
Su Zhiyu’s face alternated between green and white at the ear-piercing laughter.
To think that half an hour ago, she felt that her 2,000 Spiritual Value Points were a lot and she could instantly defeat Jun Mofeng.
In the end, in just half an hour, she was instantly beaten up by Jun Mohuang.
Su Zhiyu couldn’t be bothered to pretend to be kind and polite. She immediately began to use Su Zhiyun’s name to threaten the old steward.
“Su Zhiyun? Never heard of her.”
The man snorted and said, “Little girl, you should bring your men to the dormitory costing 50 Spiritual Value Points per night. With your pathetic Spiritual Value Points, don’t fight with others for the dormitory.”
Jun Mohuang felt that the old steward’s words were a divine additional stab.
Su Zhiyu’s 2000 Spiritual Value Points were truly pathetic.
Su Zhiyu finally couldn’t bear it anymore. She angrily flicked her sleeves and brought Jun Jianren and the others to the dormitory next door.
However, Su Zhiyu and the others were very unlucky. When she went to the cafeteria to treat them to dinner, she met Jun Mohuang again.
Unfortunately, Jun Mohuang and the others were eating dishes that cost 50 Spiritual Value Points per serving, while Su Zhiyu was only treating them those that cost 30 Spiritual Value Points.
Comparing the 50 Spiritual Value Points worth of food and 30 Spiritual Value Points worth of food, besides the variety and taste of the dishes, there was a difference in the amount of Spiritual Energy.
Wu Qianyong transformed into a rice bucket and devoured eight dishes in a row. He used the Spiritual Energy contained in the eight dishes to level up and directly broke through to Tier Seven of the Spiritual Realm.
Everyone was stunned. Jun Mohuang rubbed her chin in understanding.
She finally understood why Wu Qianyong was not favored in the Wu family.
“Everyone saw it, right? My boss is the one who truly cares about us. She didn’t even bat an eyelid when he consumed eight dishes worth 50 Spiritual Value Points each. Look at how stingy Su Zhiyu is. You’re only getting one meal worth 30 Spiritual Value Points. Tsk tsk.”
