Zhang Yu, the Man with Money
In the blink of an eye, March had arrived.
Inside the Quiet Room, Zhang Yu slowly opened his eyes. Two flashes of sharp light seemed to streak through them.
He looked toward the Feather Scroll beside him. The displayed figures read: Dao Heart Level 10, Magical Power 100, Physical Strength Level 10.
After all these days of cultivation, Zhang Yu's Dao Heart Level had finally reached Level 10, the Qi Refining Limit.
With his Dao Heart reaching Level 10, he felt that every muscle and tendon in his body, as well as his Magical Power, obeyed him as readily as his own fingers. Everything moved smoothly and seamlessly; he no longer had the sense that he could not fully bring his strength into play.
Yet on the other hand... within Zhang Yu's sea of consciousness, the Remnant Ox he visualized was moving ever so slowly, its bearing lazy and listless. Even the broken horn atop its head seemed to have lost its old sharpness, becoming blunt and thick.
Zhang Yu checked his current Bank Card balance again. It had reached 19 million, bringing him another great stride closer to a Heavenly Spiritual Root.
Ever since the number on his Bank Card had kept climbing, his daily cultivation had become easier and easier, and he had attended more and more social engagements and events with President Wang, Zhang Yu could feel that the Remnant Ox Abandoning Self Heart Sutra was becoming increasingly ineffective at mobilizing his potential, strengthening his body, and invigorating his flesh and blood.
"Is it because my life has been too comfortable lately, because I haven't had enough pressure? After all, the greater the pressure, the more effective this technique is."
Zhang Yu was unsure, but he thought to himself, *My life