He couldn't be a wastrel anymore. If he was going to protect Lin Ji'an, his little disciple, then he needed to step up. He needed to be a Master worthy of the boy.
"The kid needs some gear," Jiu Zui muttered to himself, scratching his stubble. "A spatula is funny, and it clearly works on mid-level ghosts, but if a Golden Core elder decides to test him, he's going to get squashed. I need to buy him defensive artifacts. High-tier stuff. Rings of absolute shielding, and amulets of spatial distortion."
He patted his robes. Dust puffed out.
He was entirely, spectacularly broke.
"Right. The Black Market Auction in Cloud-Burst City is next week," Jiu Zui plotted, a wicked, entrepreneurial grin spreading across his handsome, rugged face. "I can raid the sect's alchemy pavilion for some premium pills, forge the Sect Leader's signature, sell them at the auction, and buy the kid a whole armory. Yes. Perfect parenting."
But before the shopping spree, he had to find the inheritance.
