A day later, Wang Wu left Madam Yu's cave dwelling. He had almost been unwilling to leave because it was so much fun—oh, he meant the Cloud Simulation Three Realms Formation Disk game.
Who knew which immortal big sister had developed it? It was ridiculously fun.
In the end, Wang Wu even made an alt account, becoming the fourth player. He started with fifty households and a small village. It was real—damn real!
But he had no time to play, so he let Madam Yu handle it. That old woman might be lazy and dumb, but unexpectedly, she had quite the talent for gaming.
Ah, let her have her fun!
Next, Wang Wu used his jade talisman to visit the Hidden Origin Society's Public Treasury. He purchased a large batch of black iron, spirit liquid, spirit pills, and the like with Mortal Qi, leaving only fifty thousand strands of Mortal Qi in reserve.
These supplies could be used to deal with the Great Cold and Minor Cold solar terms. They were not just for him; all those dear friends and loved ones of his needed them too, even though they had actually earned quite a bit over the past eight years.
Even the lowest-ranked among them were sixth-rank Hidden Origin Society stewards, with average personal assets starting at five hundred thousand points of spiritual energy.
But these were the Twenty-Four Solar Terms, something even immortals faced as if confronting a great enemy.
They had to guard against them.
After that, Wang Wu personally met Kong Zhengyi, She Guangming, She Mulin, Kong Youhao, and the others, offering a few words of concern. Then there were Bear Sixteen, Ape Bupuo, Old Ox, Old Pig, Teng Zhongwu—every last one of them. He had to let them feel their boss's warmth and care.
Thus,