An Unconventional Idea-You Spoil Me This Much?

After Xiao Yan got over his shock.

Zhou Changqing gave him a rough account of his experiences over the past year or so.

He had simply changed a few details.

For example, he had not come to the Snake-People Tribe as a captive.

Instead, the Demonic Weapons he refined had become so famous that the Snake-People Tribe had heard of them.

After inviting him three times and being turned down three times, the Snake-People Tribe had paid an enormous price and offered terms he could not refuse. Only then had he come to the Snake-People Tribe.

He told it as though it were all true.

Especially when he described his benefits—unrestricted access to Cultivation Methods and Combat Skills, more cultivation resources than he could ever use, and so on.

Xiao Yan practically turned green with envy.

"Fuck, you really deserve to die, you bastard!"

Xiao Yan gritted his teeth in jealousy.

Compared to Zhou Changqing, what kind of miserable life had he been leading during his year or so of bitter training?

Although he had no shortage of Cultivation Methods and Combat Skills, he had to obtain all his cultivation resources himself. His teacher only handled the refining.

He had thought his circumstances were already good enough, but compared to Zhou Changqing's, they still fell far short.

How could the resources he collected alone possibly compare to the stockpiles of a great tribe like the Snake-People Tribe?

"Heh, jealous? Too bad that won't help. It's not my fault your dear godfather is so outstanding."

Zhou Changqing smiled and took a sip of tea.

He looked every bit as punchable as a person could.

Once the joking was over, Zhou Changqing grew serious. "Old Xiao, Heavenly Flames are really important to you, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have taken such a huge