Having arrived in this world, Xiao Yan was deeply curious about his new surroundings and wanted to know everything, especially the battle qi here, which he craved immensely. So, once he had thought things through, he immediately began cultivating.
Following his memories, Xiao Yan began cultivating, immersing his entire mind in the circulation of battle qi. Feeling battle qi flow through his body, watching it gradually increase, and sensing himself grow stronger bit by bit—it was an indescribably wonderful feeling.
Since Xiao Yan knew the plot well, he was not worried that his battle qi would disappear. But if he wanted to awaken Old Yao early and gain his assistance, he would need battle qi and medicinal pills. Right now, he had neither battle qi nor medicinal pills. Even if he had battle qi, he could not possibly give it to Old Yao. Xiao Yan had no desire to become trash now. That meant he could only rely on medicinal pills to save Old Yao, but what was he supposed to do when he had no pills?
Xiao Yan thought... and thought... until he came up with the only solution available to him now. Money. With money, he could buy medicinal pills. With the mind of someone from the twenty-first century, making some money in this foreign world should not be too difficult, right?
Considering that he was only five years old, his family would not likely allow him to do business. So for now, he could only improve his own strength and raise his status within the clan. Only then could he possibly gain the clan's support in a short time, start a business and earn money, and have enough money to buy medicinal pills.
Raising one's status in the clan was simple: it depended on strength. The stronger