Silence.
Gu Yuhan was not very pleased. He had made no money on this trip, and the show had not even been entertaining.
There were not many people in the Separation and Reunion Pavilion, nor were there many places that required money.
But when it came to money, no one ever thought they had too much.
In the cultivation world, money did not merely mean gold, silver, silk, and cloth. It broadly referred to any good thing that could be exchanged for something else.
Gu Yuhan did not like money, but he liked making money.
Because making money was also a form of tempering, and a form of cultivation.
This was a principle Elder Kongkong'er had taught.
"If you have nothing better to do than challenge the masters of the realm, and chop down whoever has greater cultivation than you, then within two years, someone will plot against you. You won't even know which gutter you get surrounded and killed in."
"There's no other reason. Those great seniors also want peaceful days, not to be pinned down and tormented as whetstones by youngsters who come after them."
"If I ever ran into some Reverted Elixir brat coming to challenge me every day, I'd secretly strike to kill and slice him into three thousand six hundred and fifty-four pieces."
Gu Yuhan did not know why it had to be three thousand six hundred and fifty-four pieces. Such a precise number—perhaps the Supreme Elder had some other consideration.
But the reasoning was sound.
A swordsman like that would not go far.
Being an assassin was different.
Where there were people, there were grudges. Where there was love and hatred, there would be enemies one could not avenge oneself against.
The enemy was surely highly cultivated. Otherwise, the person involved would simply avenge