Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha

"No need to pay?" Nezha asked.

"You don’t have to give anything. If you’re lucky, the family you’re staying with has a pretty daughter, and at night, she might even warm the bed for you."

Lu Ya chuckled, but his laughter was very cold. Even with Nezha’s experience, it was clear he didn’t have a shred of emotion when he said this.

There was neither anger nor excitement, a calmness hidden beneath the laughter, pretending to blend into the mundane world.

Nezha asked, "By sucking their blood like this, can they bear it? Is there any other means of making a living? Otherwise, every family would have to support a picky person who does no work for no reason. Even if this Heavenly Termination Town is far from Zhaoge and doesn’t have to pay taxes, it likely couldn’t support them."

Lu Ya laughed, "I didn’t expect you to be interested in these things."

"It seems the Daoist knows these things well. You must have looked into them carefully."

"Your mind sure turns quickly," Lu Ya said, "This town operates in such an orderly manner because it naturally has someone managing it. If a cultivator wants to use it, they have to pay the manager here three Primordial Stones, and the manager uses a small portion of what you paid to buy supplies for these mortals."

"Primordial Stone?"

Nezha had seen gold, silver, pearls, and every kind of treasure, but this was his first time hearing about a Primordial Stone.