"Good boy, that's more like it."
The Crazy Old Man chuckled and took the cup from Jiang Fan's hand.
Jiang Fan couldn't help but roll his eyes.
Suddenly, a system notification sounded in my mind.
[Ding! Congratulations, Master! You have helped the elderly person to feel happy and have done a good deed. Points +1000]
Huh? Jiang Fan was taken aback and looked at the Crazy Old Man, only to see that the old man's penis was practically pointing to the sky. Not only that, he also noticed that the light in the Crazy Old Man's eyes was much brighter than before.
He seemed to have thought of something, and his gaze involuntarily drifted towards the tombstone not far from the window.
The Crazy Old Man has had no family all these years, so his taking him as an apprentice must have been genuine, hence his heartfelt joy.
Forget it, I won't argue with him.
Just as Jiang Fan was thinking this, the Crazy Old Man handed him a ring.
"Take it."
Jiang Fan took the ring, completely bewildered.
"What are you doing? I've only ever heard of giving rings for engagements and weddings, never for taking on an apprentice. You're giving me a ring, are you perhaps thinking of something more?"
"What are you thinking! You deserve a beating!" The Crazy Old Man slapped Jiang Fan on the head.
"Short hair and short brains, indeed! This isn't an ordinary ring, it's a spatial ring! Do you understand?"
Jiang Fan grimaced as he was slapped, and was about to get angry when he heard the words "space ring." His eyes lit up immediately, and he forgot all about arguing with the Crazy Old Man.
"You mean—this is an extremely rare spatial ring?!"
Since the 28th century, spiritual energy has experienced a revival, and many unscientific products have been researched and developed by scientists.
This spatial ring is one of them.
Because of the extremely complex forging process and the scarcity of materials, spatial rings, which are used for storage, are extremely rare, and only a very small number of people among the upper echelons can possess them.
"Is this really a spatial ring? Or are you kidding me?"
"Fine, then." The Crazy Old Man said, reaching out to pull his hand back.
Jiang Fan quickly stepped back several paces; once the item was in his hands, there was no reason to take it back.
How do I use it?
The Crazy Old Man rolled his eyes. "Just circulate your qi and blood, and touch it with your hand."
Jiang Fan immediately put the table into his spatial ring.
It worked! It really is a spatial ring!
Jiang Fan was filled with excitement, while the Crazy Old Man said irritably, "Get your table back right now! You dared to swallow my wine!"
Despite the Crazy Old Man's bad temper, Jiang Fan wasn't angry at all. He was overjoyed to have all the good stuff in his hands.
How much space is there?
"10 cubic meters."
"So small?"
The Crazy Old Man glared at him. "Still young? It's terrifying how ignorant you are! Do you know that a typical spatial ring on the market is around 1 cubic meter, and the cost of just one of these spatial rings is over a billion?"
"One billion?!" Jiang Fan was shocked by the Crazy Old Man's words.
In his entire life, and every lifetime, he had never seen so much money.
He felt that even if he robbed Ancheng Bank, he probably wouldn't be able to get this much cash.
"That's right, one cubic meter is one billion, but don't think that two or three cubic meters is just an accumulation of money. If you think that, you're making a big mistake. The larger the space, the more difficult the technology required, and the lower the success rate. A lower success rate means more materials will be wasted and more effort will be required."
Jiang Fan could understand what the Crazy Old Man was saying.
He also realized that the spatial ring in his hand was of extraordinary value, probably beyond the measure of money.
"If I had known this would happen, you would have just given me the spatial ring, and I would have willingly become your disciple."
The Crazy Old Man grinned, "I just don't like it when people do things willingly. I always feel that things that come easily are too bland. Like Ye Qizhen, he wanted to become my disciple, but I refused. You don't want to become my disciple, but I'm going to force you."
Jiang Fan's lips twitched violently. Was this some kind of serious illness?
A moment later, Jiang Fan opened the system panel.
Points: 3026
Qi and Blood: 126N (+)
Psychic Power: 6299P(+)
Lottery: 100 points per draw
"System, optimize your Qi, blood, and Psychic Power."
[Yes, Master.]
The numbers on the system panel started to jump around the next second.
It stopped very quickly.
Points: 2976
Qi and Blood: 128N (+)
Psychic Power: 6302P
Lottery: 100 points per draw
His Qi and Blood have reached 128N, just 2N short of becoming Late-Stage Martial Apprentice.
Looking at his remaining points, Jiang Fan decided to go all in and use them all for the lottery.
I hope to obtain the Qi and Blood Fruit and become Late-Stage Martial Apprentice in one fell swoop.
I have to say, I'm really lucky today.
After just three draws, he obtained a Qi and Blood Fruit, which increased his Qi and Blood by 5N.
His current Qi and Blood level is 132N, and he has successfully broken through to the Late-Stage Martial Apprentice.
Jiang Fan, who had reached the Late-Stage Martial Apprentice, immediately felt a qualitative breakthrough in the strength of his body.
He felt this extraordinary feeling just from breaking through such a small threshold. He was very curious about what it would be like to become a true Martial Artist.
Despite his joy, Jiang Fan remained grounded. With the system at his disposal, he couldn't become too reliant on it; he still needed to train diligently.
Thinking of this, he looked up at Plow Mountain not far ahead.
On Plow Mountain.
As soon as Wei Cangyue squatted down in the weeds, he heard a familiar voice in his ear.
" Captain Wei, you've come too?"
Wei Cangyue was startled and turned around to see Ye Qizhen crouching in the weeds just like him.
"You're a dignified Spirit Master, a highly regarded prodigy of the Great Xia, yet you're hiding here like a thief. Aren't you afraid that if word gets out, it will ruin your image in everyone's eyes?"
Ye Qizhen said nonchalantly, "I'm Martial Artist, Spirit Master, not a celebrity. What do I need an image for?"
"You can't say that. Your younger classmates all see you as a gentleman, an idol they admire, so you still need to consider your image. Besides, Yan Shuai thinks highly of you; he might want you to take over his position in the future."
"Me?" Ye Qizhen pointed to herself, looking miserable. "I'm only 18, still a child. Can you please not put so much pressure on me?"
"Let's put that aside for now. Do you think Master Li's disciple will appear here tonight?" Ye Qizhen asked as she extended her Psychic Power towards the foot of the mountain.
"Probably. I heard from the Crazy Old Man that his precious apprentice comes to Plow Mountain every night."
"Why would a Spirit Master climb a mountain? Even if physical strength and resilience have always been a weakness for Spirit Master, there's no need to use mountain climbing as a way to compensate for that weakness, is there?" Ye Qizhen said, expressing his utter incomprehension.
Wei Cangyue thought for a moment and replied, "Perhaps he feels that if he can't beat them, at least he can outrun them?"
Ye Qizhen seemed thoughtful. "That's pretty sleazy."
Just then, a commotion suddenly came from the foot of the mountain.
It's here!