"We fell just short of finishing the job. So close." Chen Shouyi felt a flare of anger rise from his heart and shoot straight to his head.
His head, already throbbing with pain, hurt even worse.
If only he hadn't put ten thousand Faith Value into self-healing a few days ago.
If only he'd dealt with the hidden danger once and for all, back when it was still weak.
He'd tried to save some Faith Value, only to end up wasting even more.
At the root of it all, he was just too poor. He'd been too stingy to spend, and that was what had brought him to this sorry pass.
He glanced again at the Status Panel, where his Faith Value was completely empty, and felt his heart clench.
There was a kind of pain called waking up to find yourself back where you started.
There was a kind of illness called poverty.
That was more than thirty thousand Faith Value!
If he'd put it into self-healing, he could have nearly maxed out the skill.
Thinking of the heartache, he slammed down another vicious punch.
"Boom!"
The entire mountaintop was flattened.
"Hm?"
At that moment, Chen Shouyi looked surprised.
He saw that his Perception, which had been 30.0 on the Status Panel, was now 30.2.
The flare of anger in his heart quickly faded.
The higher one's attributes climbed, the harder it became to take another step forward.
If an ordinary person's Perception was 1, then thirty points meant more than three thousand times that. Even the most powerful cultivation techniques had pitifully little effect.
In the entire half month since returning from the Himalayas, none of his other attributes, including Perception, had improved at all. Only his Will had increased by 0.3.
"I wonder if spending more than