The Primitive Accumulation of Capital

Celestial Court, First Layer, around the time of Jingzhe.

As Greater Yang manifested and the Sun Wheel crossed the heavens, the great cities gradually awoke, growing noisy and bustling, while streaks of flight light cut through the sky.

The closer one got to the central Ascension Platform of the first layer, the more apparent this became.

After entering the Ascension Platform, the hub connecting the first and second layers was even more valuable than an inch of land worth an inch of gold. There were no longer any mortals without cultivation to be seen.

Fang Yuan was one of them.

As a Qi Refining Sixth Layer cultivator on the verge of breaking through to the late stage, his standing on the first layer was neither low nor high. He could be considered middle class.

Unfortunately, land around the Ascension Platform was too expensive. He could not afford a luxury residence in the city, so he bought a house in a more remote mortal city instead. Every day, he rose before dawn and returned after dark, riding flight light to work in the metropolis. On the way, he would stop at a medicine shop and take a spiritual pill to replenish the dharma power he had expended.

"Hoo!"

The moment he entered the city, Fang Yuan took a deep breath. The air itself seemed sweet and fragrant—after all, this was medicinal vapor discharged by the city's factories.

As a symbol of Celestial Court's immortal Dao civilization, those enormous exhaust vents continuously released medicinal vapor day and night. Though the vapor was an impurity left behind by pill refinement and harmful to Qi Refining Great Perfection cultivators, it was an excellent tonic for a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator like him.

".Mm!"

The next moment, Fang Yuan abruptly held his breath. The air