A Teenage Girl Becomes a Rich Succubus

We went to a black-market money changer in an alley, not the market district’s official exchange house.

There was a clear reason we hadn’t gone through the official exchange house flying the Hyeonyang Sect’s banner.

If we used it, our identities and transaction amounts would be recorded in the Hyeonyang Sect’s books, and they’d even take a cut of the exchange as tax.

It was better to use the shady channels Ziqing had dealt with, even if we had to pay a slightly higher fee.

We arrived at a small establishment with a red lantern hanging outside.

From the outside, it looked like a tavern or gambling den, but inside, every wall was covered with talismans for soundproofing and blocking Divine Sense.

An old man with a magnifying glass over one eye picked up each spirit stone I handed him and held it up to the light.

He weighed them, examined their surfaces, and ran his Divine Sense through them to check the density of the spiritual energy inside before finally working his abacus.

“You want to exchange all twenty low-grade spirit stones for mortal currency?”

“Divide it into gold bars, silver bars, and bills.”...