Zhang Yu Drops the Act, Utterly Unscrupulous

"Boss, when we came earlier, they said you... you personally crippled that bastard 'Brute Bull'?"

Inside the Heavenly Prison, Li Dagang suddenly asked in confusion.

Beside him, Mo Zhai also shed his cynical demeanor, his eyes burning as he looked at Zhang Yu.

These two were Zhang Yu's most trusted confidants, so they naturally knew their boss's surface-level Martial Dao Cultivation—a pitiful First Rank.

A First Rank taking down Brute Bull, a Sixth Rank Body Cultivator, sounded a bit unbelievable.

Zhang Yu half-truthfully fabricated a story:

"You also know what my situation is in the Marquis's Estate, so I had to hide my cultivation, stay still and wait for the right moment."

He paused, then added, "And what I've hidden isn't just that."

Li Dagang nodded repeatedly upon hearing this: "I knew it! How could the boss really be a waste? Turns out you've been biding your time all along."

Mo Zhai, with an expression of "I saw this coming," raised his head and said, "I always said our boss is no ordinary man."

"Monday morning quarterback," Li Dagang immediately jabbed.

"You want to die?"

Mo Zhai wasn't one to take a loss lying down.

Seeing these two about to fall into their usual bickering, Zhang Yu frowned and barked, "Both of you, shut up."

They instantly fell silent.

Zhang Yu swept a serious gaze over them and said in a low voice, "You heard what Mr. Du said just now. He said your cultivation is 'a bit lacking.' It was a joke, but it's also the truth."

"Before, when we were developing in the shadows, we could rely on the Marquis's Estate's banner or work behind the scenes."

"But now that I've completely burned bridges with the Estate, the banner of Marquis Yong'an's Estate can't be used anymore. It might even become an obstacle or an enemy."

"From now on, we'll have to rely more on our own strength and methods."

Mo Zhai's expression turned serious as he clasped his fists: "Rest assured, boss. Within half a year, I will break through to Seventh Rank."

"Half a year is too long."

Zhang Yu no longer hid anything. He directly took out a Bodhi Pill and tossed it to Mo Zhai: "Three days. Break through to Seventh Rank within three days, and Eighth Rank within half a year."

With his current pill-refining ability, Bodhi Pills were easy to make. Jiang Luohan's Bodhi Pill had also been personally refined by him.

"Bod... Bodhi Pill?"

Mo Zhai looked down, his pupils contracting sharply as he let out a shocked cry.

Having followed Zhang Yu, he wasn't ignorant. He naturally recognized this legendary holy-grade pill, priceless beyond measure.

"What? A Bodhi Pill?"

In the diagonally opposite cell, Xiao Sheng, who had been lost in heavy thoughts, suddenly sprang up again, his eyes locked onto the pill in Mo Zhai's hand, his face full of disbelief.

This was a divine medicine that could 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, and he'd just chalked it up to luck. He never expected there to be a second one.

And to casually hand it to a subordinate like that.

Not just Xiao Sheng, but some of the more knowledgeable prisoners in the Heavenly Prison also gasped sharply at the words "Bodhi Pill," their eyes toward Zhang Yu filled with both shock and greed.

Casually pulling out a Bodhi Pill?

What kind of backing was this?

At that moment, Du Jun's figure surfaced in everyone's minds. They "guessed" the source of the Bodhi Pill, and the greed in their hearts was instantly washed away.

"What exactly is Zhang Yu's relationship with President Du, that he can just hand out pills like this?"

That was the question on everyone's mind.

Mo Zhai held the pill, which felt as heavy as a thousand jun, his hand trembling slightly from the weight of its value.

"Boss, this is too precious, I..."

"Take it, and use it."

Zhang Yu cut him off, his tone brooking no argument. "Only when your strength improves can you do more and share my burden."

Mo Zhai's throat bobbed as he said firmly, "Your subordinate... accepts the order! In three days, I will return to see you as a Seventh Rank!"

Li Dagang watched from the side, his eyes burning with envy, but more than that, he was happy for his brother. At the same time, he felt a bit ashamed.

He scratched his head and said sheepishly, "Boss, you know, I... I'm slow-witted..."

Before he could finish, he saw Zhang Yu flip his wrist.

Another shimmering golden light flashed.

A second Bodhi Pill lay quietly in Li Dagang's rough palm.

Li Dagang: "!!!"

Mo Zhai: "!!!"

Heir of Prince Jing, Xiao Sheng: "Holy shit?!!!"

Everyone around—whether they recognized the pill or simply sensed its extraordinary nature—was left with only one thought: "???"

Another Bodhi Pill?

Since when had this legendary sacred pill become as common as roadside cabbage?

He pulled out two just like that?

And casually handed them to two subordinates who were "a bit lacking in cultivation"?

Li Dagang was completely dumbfounded, his words stumbling out: "B-boss... this... this... I'm unworthy... I..."

"Take it if I give it to you."

Zhang Yu's tone remained flat. "You're not skilled in martial arts; you need this pill more to improve your bone structure and lay a foundation."

Li Dagang's nose stung, and his eyes instantly reddened.

He knew his own talent was mediocre, his strengths lying more in management and scheming, while martial power was his weak point—something that often left him uneasy.

He never expected that his boss wouldn't look down on him, but instead would gift him such a precious pill.

Yet Zhang Yu's "generosity" wasn't over.

Just as everyone was still reeling from the shock of two Bodhi Pills, Zhang Yu casually waved his hand again.

Clatter-clatter—

As if by magic, seven or eight jade bottles and wooden boxes of various materials, all tightly sealed, appeared at the feet of Li Dagang and Mo Zhai.