Bonus Chapter for Lifting the Monthly Ticket Restriction: Lying Low in the Demonic Sect Simulation, and I Drew Big

In a pitch-black, damp cave.

"...Those who cultivate the Desire Demon Art to the first level of Qi Refinement within thirty days may become disciples of our Seven Emotions Sacred Sect..."

"Heh heh, if you cannot manage it, young friends, there is no need to lose heart. The Sacred Sect can still take you in."

"Your skins can go to Talisman Peak, your flesh to Heavenly Pill Peak, your bones to Artifact Refining Peak, your blood to Grain Wine Peak... All fine destinations!"

"Ah!"

In one corner of the cave, amid a pile of dry straw, Li Jingyuan jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat.

His pupils were stretched wide, unfocused.

"A dream..."

"No, this is not a dream."

Li Jingyuan said bitterly, once again recognizing reality.

He had originally been a third-rate university graduate back on Earth, drifting through life and staying up late every day. Though his days had been muddled and aimless, they had still had their flavor. He would probably never become rich or rise above the crowd, but muddling through life had never been a problem. How much could a jin of rice and a jin of meat possibly cost?

As long as he did not buy a house, buy a car, or get married, he could work one month and rest six, work only two months out of the year. During the New Year, when wages were high, he could work like a beast, earn fifteen or sixteen thousand yuan, then return to the village. With an internet cable installed and a three-thousand-yuan Taobao-built computer, life was simply sweet.

He did not even need to buy vegetables!

He could casually buy a few packets of vegetable seeds. There was no need to plow the surrounding family fields at all—he could scatter a heap of seeds