The next morning, when daylight had fully broken, Xiao Yi slowly woke from his bed of tenderness.
The room was a complete mess, disorder everywhere—enough to show that the intimate entanglement of the three the night before had been several times more intense than usual.
The way of feeding oneself was terrifying indeed.
After all, during the latter half of the night, he had faced Tang Ya and Tang Wutong taking turns against him all by himself. Terrifying indeed.
After leaving the room, Xiao Yi began considering the matter of buying a courtyard.
He knew full well that it was still too early to begin establishing the Tang Sect. Founding a sect required not only sufficient manpower and financial resources, but also a solid foundation, the right opportunity, and all sorts of resources. Not one of those could be lacking.
For now, he only needed to secure a place to serve as a base.
The requirements for a sect's base were not modest, and then came another miserable problem: he was out of money.
The expenses for his current little courtyard had all come from the compensation paid by the White Tiger Duke Mansion. Even with the internal discounted land price offered by Shrek Academy, it had still cost a considerable sum. If he wanted a larger courtyard better suited to serving as a base, the Gold Soul Coins he had on hand were nowhere near enough.
Xiao Yi felt rather helpless. He had aspired to become the founder of Douluo Continent's alchemy system, yet money had stumped him.
Then Xiao Yi suddenly slapped his forehead.
"Right, aren't I an alchemist?" Even an ordinary Soul Ascension Pill could sell for over a million at auction. Wouldn't his ultimate, invincible, enhanced version be even more sought-after?
Xiao Yi immediately came up