After leaving the small courtyard where Wu Shisan was staying.
Jiang Yuechu did not hurry to set off at once.
This trip to Spirit Mountain, followed by the detour to Formless Mountain, had taken most of the day, and she had yet to carefully tally her gains from the journey.
Returning to a tranquil hall deep within the Imperial City.
Jiang Yuechu dismissed the maidservants around her and sat cross-legged alone upon the couch.
Her mind sank into her body, and the scroll before her eyes slowly unfurled.
[Current Dao Cultivation: 4,723,540 years]
Looking at the string of numbers on the panel.
A trace of surprise flashed through Jiang Yuechu's eyes.
Back on Formless Mountain, in order to deal with that old Daoist, she had shoved all of her more than two million years' worth of savings into the pot.
She had thought she would be poor for a while.
Who would have thought.
With one punch, the entire Formless Mountain had been reduced to ashes.
Among the Dao Orthodoxy disciples, the greater ones had given her one or two thousand years apiece, while even the lesser ones had yielded several dozen or several hundred years.
Altogether, that amounted to an income of roughly three hundred thousand years.
As for that remaining enormous sum of income...
Jiang Yuechu fell into thought.
It seemed that far more demons and devils had been hidden within Formless Mountain than just that old dog Hun Yuan.
This wave had not merely avoided a loss—she had made a fortune, her bowls brimming and her pots overflowing.
Her gaze shifted away from the Dao Cultivation entry.
And fell upon the demon scroll once more.
At present, the only things left to improve were the White-Eyed Demon Emperor and the Seven-White Body-Shattering Method with its