Just as the Wang family was busily plotting a heaven-shaking conspiracy,
In the "Heavenly Character" guest courtyard of the Lu Residence,
Yang Dingtian was sitting cross-legged in the cultivation room, staring miserably at the mountain of low-grade divine crystals before him.
A full one hundred and twenty thousand low-grade divine crystals—through the eyes of ordinary cultivators, this was an astronomical fortune.
But to him, having just broken through to the Late Divine Lord Realm and desperately needing a vast amount of energy to fill his dantian, it was little more than a cup of water on a burning cart.
"Damn..."
Yang Dingtian let out a heavy sigh, casually picked up a divine crystal, and began absorbing it.
Pure divine power flowed through his meridians and surged into his dantian.
But the sensation was like pouring a cup of water into a dried-up lake.
It helped a little, but it was nowhere near enough to quench his thirst.
"Damn it, at this rate, let alone breaking through to the Divine Lord Peak."
"It'll take until the Year of the Monkey just to stabilize my current realm."
Yang Dingtian could not help swearing, his heart depressed to the extreme.
Just then, the door to the cultivation room was slowly pushed open.
Yang Lingtian walked in.
"What's wrong? Seeing that look on your face, did you run into trouble?"
Yang Lingtian looked at his bitter expression and asked with a smile.
"Big brother, you're here." Yang Dingtian seemed to have found someone to confide in and immediately began pouring out his grievances.
"It's all because of these worthless stones. They're completely useless."
"I feel like my dantian is a bottomless pit. These divine crystals aren't even enough to fill the gaps between my teeth."
Yang Lingtian showed no surprise at all upon hearing