Draw Out

Zhang Xinglie was silent for a long while before asking, "After they finish taking this batch and start taking the next, can I protect my girlfriend? Can I protect my children, or my children's children?"

Yang Mingyuan had no answer.

"What do you think I should do to keep my family, my descendants, from being refined into Demon Pouch Beans, White Lake Lotus Fruits, or a Corpse King Throne?"

Yang Mingyuan had no answer.

"Have you heard of anti-fraud?"

Yang Mingyuan's gaze shifted, and he gave a slight nod.

Zhang Xinglie said, "You entered the Ancient River Ruins with us and know Zhou Leng fairly well. Do you think Zhou Leng can ascend to sainthood?"

After pondering for a long time, Yang Mingyuan sighed. "If we had another ten years of peace, or if humanity could hold out for ten years in the Ten Realms War, not only could he do it, he certainly would. He might even become the next Zhao Dongjun and lead us to victory in the final battle. But—he does not have that much time, and neither do we."

Zhang Xinglie said, "Yeah. I've always believed he could ascend to sainthood. I believed it ever since we were kids."

Together, they looked toward the main city of Xiong City.

Smiling, Zhang Xinglie said, "If one person can buy him one minute, then we need 1,440 people a day, roughly five hundred thousand people a year, and roughly five million people over ten years. If they're Innate or Grandmasters, they can buy him even more time."

Yang Mingyuan said nothing.

"In a few days, I'm going back to Yunhua, to Innate Mountain, to advance to Grandmaster."

"I knew you could do it!" Yang Mingyuan laughed happily.

"I definitely can. Because I need to win more minutes for