But where was he supposed to get money? That was the question.
"Ugh..." Chu Liang sighed.
Going back to Yun Chaoxian was definitely a dead end. That big genius even borrowed money from him to buy clothes.
Honestly, if the information Gu Erniang had provided was genuine, then asking only for gold and silver was hardly making things difficult. For those underground, offbeat cultivators, making money was indeed the easiest thing in the world.
The more straightforward ones simply went out and robbed people.
The more tactful ones swindled, cheated, conned, and stole.
For instance, one sort of crime the Yu Dynasty had fiercely cracked down on in recent years... cultivators would first release the evil spirits they kept into wealthy households to wreak havoc, then come knocking to charge a fee for exorcising them. They reaped fame and profit both inside and out.
There were, after all, countless ways to do it.
If the authorities had not sealed the city in recent days and the wind had not been so tight, Gu Erniang probably would not even have needed to borrow someone else's hand for such a small matter.
But while it was easy for those offbeat cultivators, Chu Liang could not do such things.
Even if he wanted to do something bad, he would have to find villains who committed all manner of evil to fleece. But in this vast Backer City, where was he supposed to find rich bad people?
He touched the plump little beetle in his pocket and could feel the little fellow's mouth constantly gnawing at his fingers. It seemed to be hungry.
Chu Liang's gaze roamed over the street. After thinking for a moment, a flash lit up in his eyes, as though he had remembered something.
He looked around, picked out the