You Broke Off Our Engagement Because I Was Poor? I Bought the Sect with Low-Grade Spirit Stones

The Saintess of Qingheng tore up the marriage contract in front of everyone. "You have only ten low-grade spirit stones. You can't even afford a Marrow-Cleansing Pill. What makes you think you can marry me?"

Lu Zhao put away the torn pieces and asked just one question: "Now that the engagement is off, can I have my grandfather's things back?"

The next moment, the Merchant Dao ushered in a new era. Prices, savings, and old debts across the entire world were all reduced to one trillionth of their former value.

Everyone else's spirit stones shrank in value. Only his ten retained their original worth.

A Spirit-Rich Garment of Protection worth ten million now cost just one ten-thousandth of a spirit stone. The entire First Holy Land wasn't worth even one of his low-grade spirit stones.

The ancestor who had been sealed in his coffin for three hundred years kicked the lid open and made the Saintess apologize.

But Lu Zhao wouldn't accept the marriage contract. He accepted the sect deed instead. "One spirit stone for your entire sect. Do we have a deal?"

He had only planned to buy a mountain, grow herbs, and reclaim his grandfather's belongings.

But after moving the medicinal fields, he discovered a heavenly vault hidden in the mountainside.

The inscription on the stele read: The Changsheng Lu Clan.