Heaven Rewards Diligence, One Will Surely Gain

"One thousand taels, right? Fine, I've noted it down!"

Ji Yu recorded Ye Li's information while saying:

"This sum needs to be paid out in a lump sum, and since it's quite large, you'll have to wait for me to apply for it from the gang."

"It should be ready by tomorrow; just wait patiently for one night."

Ye Li had no objections. After smiling and thanking Ji Yu for his help, he stood up and left.

Throughout the entire process, in Feng Yue's eyes, Ye Li had maintained a beaming smile.

Anyone who could keep a straight face while knowing a thousand taels of silver (at least one million) would be hitting their account tomorrow could be diagnosed with clinical depression.

With this silver, he could purchase a large quantity of Body Tempering Pill for his cultivation.

One Body Tempering Pill grants 20 experience points, and one Dragon Tiger Pill grants 6 experience points.

Adding the 1 point of progress gained from half an hour of hard training and the 2 points of progress from daily passive breathing exercises.

One day consists of 1 Body Tempering Pill, 3 Dragon Tiger Pills, and 7 hours of training.

The experience points gained in a single day can reach: [20 + 6×3 + (14-6) + 2] = 48 points.

At least 1440 points a month!

Reading comprehension: What was the author's intention in the lines above?

Answer: It expresses the author's homesickness!

Regardless, after some top-tier mental gymnastics involving basic arithmetic, Ye Li calculated a conclusion that even Einstein couldn't find fault with:

Maintaining his current cultivation efficiency, he would reach the mid-stage in at most 40 days!

It was like the classic debate of choosing between 5 trillion and Frieza's 500 million combat power; it had no comparative value.

In this world of high-level martial arts, the fist is power!

Money is just a number; it only becomes real when transformed into strength.

As long as he keeps cultivating, he can keep borrowing; debt will always be one step behind him!

And once he reaches the Post-Heaven Realm, or even the Innate Realm, he will essentially have the power to print money; getting whatever he wants will be a matter of a single word.

Since the neighbors have started taking out loans to cultivate immortality, he must also prepare to take out loans to practice martial arts!

To be honest, Ye Li had already prepared himself mentally.

If the gang wouldn't lend him the money tomorrow, he would swallow his pride and go ask Wang Xian's wealthy father for some sponsorship.

Or, he could use his reputation as a genius to visit a few more places, pull in some venture capital, and launch an angel round of funding.

His past life as a streamer taught Ye Li that if you want to sell yourself, you have to be shameless!

In the early stages of snowballing his strength, Ye Li would never allow his cultivation speed to be slowed down by external conditions.

If the environment isn't good, then rely on subjective initiative to change it!

A living person shouldn't be suffocated by a drop of urine, right?

Carrying a sliver of anticipation for tomorrow's funds, Ye Li bid farewell to Feng Yue and headed toward Yunjin Street.

After all, he was responsible for managing that area, and even if he usually acted as a hands-off manager, he had to stay nearby; otherwise, it would be bad if an emergency occurred and no one could find him.

Anyway, Yunjin Street wasn't far from the courtyard house on Changyuan Street, so he could get home quickly after work.

Walking on the road to Yunjin Street, Ye Li lowered his head and pondered:

"In the future, during the day, I'll just rent a courtyard to practice normally. As for using the Dragon Tiger Pill, I'll wait until I return to the courtyard at night."

After all, the effects of the Dragon Tiger Pill are too intense.

If an emergency happened during the day, forget about whether he could focus on solving problems while lost in ecstasy and meeting his 2D wife.

Even if he could act normally, walking around with a "fire poker" standing at attention was too bizarre; it was a challenge to Ye Li's psyche!

Walking on the road to Yunjin Street, Ye Li suddenly noticed something unusual.

In the center of the road, a man in white, not yet thirty, stood amidst the crowd, holding a long sword, his face filled with indignation as he said:

"Fellow countrymen, the Great Xia is currently in a state of misery, and I am sure you all feel the same!"

"Look at Guangming now: corrupt officials, evil clerks, exorbitant taxes, and gangs everywhere. Does this look like an environment where one can live a normal life?"

"If you are dissatisfied, why not listen to me talk about the current situation?"

"If you have any questions, feel free to tell me. Whether it's matters of state or martial arts disputes, I know a thing or two!"

Ye Li watched the man in white giving his public speech, his face showing shock.

Publicly discussing and criticizing the government, and the bailiffs of Guangming aren't doing anything about it?

Just how thick must this guy's background be?

Looking closer, Ye Li discovered that the man in white had an aura of blood as vibrant as a rainbow that he couldn't even hide.

Judging by his realm, he was at least in the Body Tempering stage, and the sharp sword in his hand was of high quality, not an ordinary object.

"Which young master has nothing better to do than stand around in public spouting this nonsense instead of cultivating?" Ye Li's mouth twitched in speechlessness.

However, he offered no further comment on the matter.

If the city guards didn't care, why should he bother himself with it?

Quietly bypassing the man in white, Ye Li quickened his pace to leave the area.

Yet, his hurried demeanor caught the attention of others.

Wei Chi was mingling among the disciples of the Chuangyuan Martial Hall, practicing the most basic stance training, but his gaze remained fixed on the receding figure of Ye Li.

"Azure Dragon Gang uniform, and a face I've never seen before. His cultivation is at the early stage of Body Tempering—is he a new core disciple?"

His distracted gaze caused the young woman supervising nearby to instinctively knit her brows.

"Wei Chi, stop letting your mind wander elsewhere. Your aptitude is poor enough as it is; you only managed to break through to Body Tempering by luck. You should be focusing on your cultivation, not looking at other things!"

Hearing the young woman's reminder, Wei Chi replied with a wooden expression, "Thank you for your guidance, Senior Sister!"

Silently withdrawing his gaze, Wei Chi sank his focus back into his training, sensing the circulation of his blood energy.

If one possessed an investigative trait, they would discover:

Within the body of this wooden-faced youth, wrapped in a network of blood energy, his essence had already condensed like lead and mercury, his flesh and blood as if cast in iron—he was already nearing the late stage of Body Tempering.

He was entirely unlike the "early-stage Body Tempering" disciple the young woman claimed had only broken through by luck.

[Heaven Rewards Diligence], this was Wei Chi's trait; as long as one puts in the effort, there is a reward!

Although his innate talent was poor, relying on the accumulation of daily practice, he could see minute improvements every single time!

The only regret was that while effort always yielded a reward, as his cultivation realm broke through, the gains from each session became increasingly meager.

It was said that effort brings rewards, but whether that reward was 100, 10, or even 0.01, it was still a reward.

This was the very reason his trait was only blue!

"Pure cultivation is yielding thinner and thinner improvements to my realm. To break through to the late stage without external assistance, it will take at least a year of grueling work!"

Wei Chi pondered silently in his heart, beginning to calculate where he could obtain cultivation resources.

The urgent need for resources reminded him of the last time he had acquired martial arts supplies: it was after killing a Body Tempering martial artist from the Lone Wolf Gang.

By launching a sneak attack and relying on a sharp weapon, a single strike had sliced through the opponent's blood energy network, disemboweling him.

Afterward, he had scavenged over a hundred taels of silver notes and a fist technique manual from the man's home.

"So, should I return to my old trade?" A flicker of greed flashed in Wei Chi's eyes.

Besides, even if he killed someone, absolutely no one would suspect the culprit to be him, a "Body Tempering early-stage" disciple with such low talent!

"But I still need to be cautious." As Wei Chi thought of what he had seen recently, the greed in his eyes abruptly shrank.

This Guangming City was not peaceful right now.