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In Xiangnan, winter had set in. A snowfall a few days ago had yet to fully melt, and a thin layer of snow could still be seen in many places.

Zhao Cheng had been back in Xiangnan for about a month.

Although he held a position at Qingshan University, he set his own teaching schedule. Even if he did nothing at all, his salary would still be paid as usual.

Beyond that, as a figure standing shoulder to shoulder with myths, he received a massive sum of sword points from the Sword Administration Bureau every month. Converted into cash, it amounted to tens of millions.

For a myth, that was not much. Mainly because money was of little use to myths. When Zhao Cheng had returned from R Country some time ago, he had received an unlimited Dragon Card. Anywhere that accepted Yanhuang currency payments, he could swipe it directly. The only restriction was that for a single transaction exceeding one billion, he needed to notify the bank in advance.

Such treatment was hardly exaggerated. Countless countries wanted to support a supreme powerhouse with the resources of the entire nation, yet could only dream of it.

Even if a supreme powerhouse did nothing at all, simply having one was the greatest deterrent.

And that was only in terms of money. As for housing and travel, everything was even easier to arrange.

Zhao Cheng had no trouble adjusting to this. When an ordinary person's status suddenly changed, they might feel ill at ease, seized by a certain unease, worrying that they did not deserve their position and that disaster would follow.

But for someone like Zhao Cheng, whose great power belonged to himself, all confidence came from within. Naturally, he regarded it as normal.

Of course, Zhao Cheng currently had nowhere