"Boss, when we came in just now, they said you... you personally crippled that Brute Bull fellow?"
Inside the Heavenly Prison, Li Dagang suddenly asked, puzzled.
Mo Zhai, standing beside him, also dropped his usual playful expression and stared intently at Zhang Yu.
The two of them were Zhang Yu's most trusted confidants, so they naturally knew that their boss's public Martial Dao Cultivation was a pitiful First Rank.
A First Ranker taking down a Sixth Rank Body Cultivator like Brute Bull sounded a little unbelievable.
Zhang Yu spun them a half-truth.
"You both know what my situation is at the Marquis Estate, so I had no choice but to hide my cultivation and adapt to changing circumstances."
He paused, then added, "And that's not all I've been hiding."
Li Dagang nodded repeatedly. "I knew it! There was no way our boss was really a good-for-nothing. So you've been biding your time all along."
Mo Zhai wore an expression that said, "I knew it from the start." He raised his chin and declared, "I always said our boss was no ordinary man."
"Easy to say now," Li Dagang immediately shot back.
"You want to die?"
Mo Zhai wasn't one to take an insult lying down.
Seeing the two of them about to fall into their usual bickering again, Zhang Yu furrowed his brow and barked, "Both of you, shut up."
They fell silent at once.
Zhang Yu swept his gaze over them, his expression stern. "You heard what Mr. Du said just now. He said your cultivation was 'a little lacking.' He was joking, but it's also the truth."
"Before, we developed in the shadows, and we could rely on the Marquis Estate's name or work behind the scenes to get a lot done.
"But now, I've completely fallen out with the Marquis Estate. We can no longer use the banner of Marquis Yong'an's Estate; it might even become an obstacle—or an enemy. From now on, we'll have to rely more on our own strength and abilities."
Mo Zhai's expression turned solemn. He clasped his fists. "Rest assured, boss. I'll break through to Seventh Rank within half a year."
"Half a year is too long."
Zhang Yu no longer bothered to hide his capabilities. He took out a Bodhi Pill and tossed it to Mo Zhai. "Three days. Break through to Seventh Rank within three days, then reach Eighth Rank within half a year."
With his current alchemy skills, he could refine a Bodhi Pill with a wave of his hand. The Bodhi Pill Jiang Luohan had received had also been refined by him.
"B-Bodhi Pill?"
Mo Zhai looked down at it, his pupils contracting as he cried out in shock.
He had followed Zhang Yu long enough to have seen a thing or two, and naturally recognized this legendary sacred pill, a treasure of immeasurable value.
"What? A Bodhi Pill?"
In the cell diagonally opposite, Xiao Sheng, who had been lost in thought, jerked upright again. His eyes locked on the pill in Mo Zhai's hand, disbelief written all over his face.
This was a peerless elixir powerful enough to move even a Grandmaster. Where had Zhang Yu gotten another one?
He'd heard before that Zhang Yu had given Jiang Luohan a Bodhi Pill, but he'd assumed Zhang Yu had just gotten lucky. He'd never imagined there would be a second one.
And Zhang Yu had just casually handed it to one of his subordinates.
It wasn't just Xiao Sheng. When some of the more knowledgeable prisoners in the Heavenly Prison heard the words "Bodhi Pill," they, too, sucked in a sharp breath. Their gazes turned to Zhang Yu, filled with shock and greed.
He could just casually pull out a Bodhi Pill?
What the hell was his background?
At that moment, Du Jun's figure surfaced in everyone's minds. They "figured out" where the Bodhi Pill had come from, and their greed instantly ebbed.
"What exactly is Zhang Yu's relationship with President Du? He's handing out pills like these as if they were nothing."
That was the question on everyone's mind.
Mo Zhai held the pill, which felt as heavy as a thousand catties, his hands trembling slightly. He thought it was far too precious.
"Boss, this is too precious. I..."
"Take it and use it."
Zhang Yu cut him off, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Once your strength improves, you'll be able to do more and take more off my shoulders."
Mo Zhai swallowed hard and answered firmly, "This subordinate... will obey! In three days, I'll return to see you as a Seventh Rank cultivator!"
Li Dagang watched with envy, though he was even happier for his brother. At the same time, he couldn't help feeling a little ashamed of himself.
He scratched his head and said sheepishly, "Boss, you know I... I'm not exactly gifted..."
Before he could finish, Zhang Yu flicked his wrist.
Another gleam of warm golden light flashed.
A second Bodhi Pill lay quietly in Li Dagang's somewhat rough palm.
Li Dagang: "!!!"
Mo Zhai: "!!!"
Heir of Prince Jing, Xiao Sheng: "What the hell?!!!"
Everyone nearby who either recognized the pill or could simply sense its extraordinary nature: "???"
Another Bodhi Pill?
Since when had a legendary sacred pill like this become as common as cabbages by the roadside?
He'd pulled out two in a flash?
And casually given them to two subordinates whose cultivation was "a little lacking"?
Li Dagang was dumbstruck, barely able to get the words out. "B-Boss... this... this... What have I done to deserve this? I..."
"Take it if I give it to you."
Zhang Yu's tone remained calm. "You're not suited to the martial path, so you need this pill even more. It'll improve your constitution and lay a solid foundation."
Li Dagang's nose stung, and his eyes reddened instantly.
He knew his aptitude was mediocre. His strengths lay more in business and scheming, while martial prowess had always been his weakness—and a source of unease.
He hadn't expected his boss not only to hold that against him, but to give him such a precious pill.
Yet Zhang Yu's generosity didn't end there.
Before everyone had even recovered from the shock of seeing two Bodhi Pills, Zhang Yu casually waved his hand again.
Clatter—
As if by magic, seven or eight tightly sealed jade bottles and wooden boxes, each made of a different material, appeared at the feet of Li Dagang and Mo Zhai.
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