The Utterly Foolish Dong Boy

Amid the clinking cups and flowing wine at the banquet, host and guests alike had enjoyed themselves.

Dong Cheng'an watched his mother see off that so-called Third Uncle, and his eyes held a touch more helplessness.

"Mother, I don't think this matter warrants such a great price. The Alliance has strict requirements for recruiting people. Third Uncle is merely a street administrator there. If he truly understands the ropes, wouldn't the Alliance promote him?"

Before Dong Cheng'an could finish, his mother rudely cut him off.

"What do you know?"

His mother raised her brows. "You never do anything proper all day. You don't cultivate diligently either, only wander about learning all sorts of shady things. If your cultivation were truly strong enough to secure you a place in Heyang City someday, why would your father and I need to rack our brains so bitterly to find you a path forward?"

"The Alliance oversees all the independent cultivators in Heyang City. Once you enter it, you will be under Sir's protection. Even if your cultivation is lacking, no one will dare look down on you in the future."

"If you want to live in Heyang City, you must at least have the ability to protect yourself."

"Let me ask you—would you be willing to spend every day fighting in the wilderness, like your father?"

Of course Dong Cheng'an did not want such a future.

But the problem was, he did not think his so-called Third Uncle was all that reliable.

Still, there was nothing he could do. After all, Third Uncle was the only person his mother could come into contact with who had any connection to the Alliance.

The argument ended on a sour note.

Dong Cheng'an sat cross-legged on his bed. Information slowly scrolled across the terminal in his