Li Xiaosi finally received Zhao Da's notice that day.
He could choose to withdraw and receive three hundred taels of silver.
Wasn't this slot worth ten thousand taels? Li Xiaosi did not ask the question. Instead, he thanked Zhao Da profusely and even gave him a hundred taels as thanks.
He was then given the chance to resign from his position as a menial servant.
As he left, everyone looked at him mockingly.
"Back in the mortal world, you'll still be dead in sixty years."
"Exactly. A life where you can see the end at a glance—what's the point of enjoying it?"
"Though we do hard labor and suffer here, there is still a tiny hope of immortality."
"Yeah. Even at Qi Refining Level 1, you can live healthily and free of illness until ninety."
"And you won't become bedridden even before you die."
Li Xiaosi knew they were right.
Forget this feudal era—even in modern times, how many people in their eighties could still stride about briskly with healthy bodies?
Not many.
On the contrary, many people were already riddled with illnesses in their forties or fifties.
But he had a cheat.
Then he went down the mountain.
Yet he had still underestimated the evil of human nature...
"I already let you have all ten thousand taels of profit."
"You won't even spare the remaining two hundred taels?"
He stared dumbfoundedly at Zhao Da, who had brought two others to ambush and kill him on the road.
That was right. He had thought he had already done everything possible.
"Aren't you afraid that my family in the mortal world will come to avenge me?"
Zhao Da said disdainfully, "Hahaha, you're about to die. Who would avenge a dead man by going after a menial servant under an Immortal Master?"