Yao Chen: If This Won't Work and That Won't Work, Then Go Sell Yourself!

"Three hundred gold coins, five hundred gold coins..."

At noon, Xiao Yan stared at his seven hundred gold coins with a pained expression.

Seeing how hopeless he looked, Yao Chen nearly slapped the back of his head.

"You've counted this tiny sum three times already. If you keep dragging this out, do you still want to recover seven stages of Dou Qi within a year?"

Xiao Yan rolled his eyes at him. "Do you think I don't want to? I really don't have any money."

"If you don't have money, can't you borrow some? You really are too stubborn."

"Borrow? Who am I supposed to borrow from? The news that I'm a useless cripple has already spread throughout Wutan City. Who would be crazy enough to lend me money?"

"Don't you still have your father, the clan leader? Borrowing a thousand gold coins shouldn't be difficult, should it?"

"No. A few years ago, my father spent five hundred thousand on a Qi Gathering Powder for me to break through to Dou Practitioner. Even now, the clan elders still use that matter against him."

After discussing it for a while, Yao Chen and Xiao Yan realized they truly had no solution.

After some thought, Yao Chen finally pointed Xiao Yan toward a way out.

"Go borrow from that fellow Fu Ye. Even a little scrap that falls off him would be enough to cover your cultivation resources for the next ten years."

At Yao Chen's words, Xiao Yan hurriedly shook his head.

"No. Forget meeting him—I'm afraid the moment I step into the Back Mountain, I'll be controlled by those three female demons."

Xiao Yan's face was filled with terror. Clearly, Zi Yan and the others had left him with quite a psychological shadow.

"Damn it, can't you show a little