Time flew like a hare running and a crow flying:
In the blink of an eye, more than two months had passed.
After Chu Qing filled his dragon tendons with strength, he could no longer swallow another Copper Coin.
Now, the sight of a Copper Coin made him want to vomit.
Even if Mingyue held a Copper Coin between her teeth and fed it to him, he would not eat it.
And after his dragon tendons gained a full 3.66 million jin of strength, they could no longer increase.
Now, eating Copper Coins could only increase his strength by one qian.
That strength merged into his bones.
"The effort and rewards are completely out of proportion. I'm not eating any more!"
"I'm taking the Mythological Path!"
Chu Qing became anxious.
When he saw Mingyue and several maids approaching with heaps of Copper Coins clenched between their teeth, he packed his luggage overnight and prepared to run away.
Mingyue pouted. "One qian of strength may not seem like much, but ten make one liang, and a hundred make one jin!"
"You can still eat them!"
Chu Qing shook his head.
Mingyue sighed.
Instead, the cold and aloof maid's eyes shifted. "The old pearls could be secretly refined. Perhaps these Copper Coins can be secretly refined too!"
Chu Qing shuddered. "I won't eat secretly refined ones either!"
"I'm leaving!"
He slung his luggage over his back, hoisted an iron chest filled with Silver Coin, and headed straight for Great Zhou without looking back.
He wanted to contact Zhao Hongxiu and see how Great Zhou had developed.
After seeing those super organizations and sects, Chu Qing felt that Zhao Hongxiu's ideas had their merits.
He needed a logistics base.
Whether he needed to draw cannon fodder in the future, gather resources, or obtain