The person in charge of hiring on the ship was a steward, with two small mustaches, eyes shrewdly sizing up Mo Hua:
"You... want to be a guard?"
Mo Hua nodded.
The steward asked again, "Are you a Body Cultivator or a Spiritual Cultivator?"
Mo Hua replied, "Spiritual Cultivator."
The steward said directly, "Spiritual Cultivator not needed."
Mo Hua was slightly taken aback, "Why?"
The steward explained, "Hiring a Body Cultivator means he's tough and strong, can fight on the front lines, endure hardships. Thick blood qi means that even if they suffer serious injuries, they won't die easily. Light injuries heal quickly, and fewer spirit stones are required for compensation."
"As for Spiritual Cultivators... When injured badly, they die quickly, they don't dare to charge ahead, hide in the back with a spell prepared half a day, and can't even hit anything..."
"Hiring a waste..."
The steward's face was full of disdain, clearly frustrated.
Mo Hua: "..."
