At this point, Wenren Sheng set aside some of his thoughts about the common people and focused instead on finding an independent cultivator.
Naturally, that was not easy to inquire about.
He definitely could not do it alone.
But Wenren Sheng had other methods.
Spend silver.
With his current abilities, making money was much easier.
In the past, it had taken him twenty years to save a thousand taels.
Now, he could earn a thousand taels in a single night.
So long as he was willing to act.
In the dead of night, he could pick any wealthy household, enter its silver vault, and carry away a thousand-jin silver ingot.
With a century of inner energy and exceptional movement techniques, he could come and go from heights with ease.
Even if a wealthy household discovered its loss, it would not make a fuss. They would rather settle the matter quietly.
There was no problem with that.
As for whether it would attract some pinnacle expert—no, it would not.
Wenren Sheng had long since looked into it. The price for an inner-energy expert to make a move started at several hundred taels.
Offending an inner-energy expert over a loss of a thousand taels was not worth it.
That was simply how easy it was for top-tier martial strength to make money.
If Wenren Sheng had not wanted to conceal his identity, he could have casually taken up a post somewhere and earned an annual salary of over five thousand taels.
After all, he alone could match the force of three thousand men.
And the food, pay, and military expenses for three thousand men would cost well over ten thousand taels a year, not to mention the immense trouble involved.
After spending a large sum, he quickly learned something.
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