This good son really dreamed beautifully!
On the walls of City-Head Mountain, a personal guard rolled his eyes. He was one of several Human Grandmasters, stationed at the most vital position closest to the legitimate son.
This Grandmaster, born a commoner, had been hired at great expense by the Governor of Maijing Prefecture. He had signed a hundred-year service contract in exchange for the resources needed to advance to Grandmaster.
Well, his experience was much the same as those of his other colleagues.
The only difference was that aside from his original human skin, someone else now occupied what lay beneath.
The one standing here now was none other than Wu Linbei, transformed beyond recognition.
After leaving the Ring World, Wu Linbei had paid three hundred years of his lifespan to use a secret technique from a demonic weapon, the Qingming Harvest Secret Art, raising himself by two minor realms and barely reaching the threshold for consuming a Grade Nine Great Medicine.
Among the twenty-four solar terms, Qingming was still months away from the rice harvest, nowhere near the season for "harvesting grain."
The name of this secret art carried the meaning of overdrawing the future for a bountiful harvest in the present; the price was grievous beyond measure.
Given Wu Linbei's aptitude, if he had steadily practiced his fists and cultivated, two minor realms would not even have taken a hundred years. Yet now, he had to pay three hundred years of his remaining lifespan.
Originally, to refine a life-extending pill, Wu Linbei had not hesitated to dig out the Source of Golden Body within himself, damaging his foundation. His lifespan had already been far shorter than that of ordinary powerful martial artists. These three hundred years he had deducted were the final balance left in his account.
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